watching: yowamushi pedal
reading: haikyuu!!, kuroko no basuke, shingeki no kyojin.
listening to: interpol (as always)


 Indea Vanmerllin

Agosto 22ndvia source 1 351 notas Reblog
Tags → #flowers 


These smell nice!" by Stimpy Rah

Agosto 22ndvia source 2 862 notas Reblog
Tags → #cats 


I’m trying hard to live by Cat Principles.

1- I am glorious above all things
2- Eat when hungry, sleep when sleepy, play when bored
3- Affection is given and received on my terms and only mine
4- Show displeasure clearly.
5- NO
6- Demand the things you want. If they aren’t given, demand them again, but louder this time.
7- If you are touched when you don’t want to be, say so. If they continue to touch you, make them bleed.

Agosto 22ndvia source 33 991 notas Reblog
Tags → #important 


white vs latino moms waking up their kids

Agosto 22ndvia source 131 412 notas Reblog
Tags → #video #so true 


"I promise you’re not going to want to go back. You’re going to be beautiful. You’re going to be flawless. You’re going to be the future.”

Agosto 22ndvia source 2 485 notas Reblog
Tags → #in the flesh 


Rinko Kikuchi for Jalouse China December 2013 by Jumbo Tsui

Agosto 22ndvia source 8 619 notas Reblog





Vin Diesel does the ALS Ice Bucket Challenge

reblogging for the fact that he challenged two world leaders and a world icon and made them also plant a tree

The new Cold War.

Agosto 22ndvia source 233 982 notas Reblog
Why are you doing this? Why?

Agosto 22ndvia source 23 527 notas Reblog

the boy with the moon eyes


pairings: killua/gon

words: 1743

notes1: inspired by nageesuh's amazing tag for killua, boy with the moon eyes. 

notes2: au. reincarnation. the whole shebang. i’m sorry. ;A;

notes3: the poem i used in the story is from the ancient japanese hundred poems! not by me lol! & this fic is also on ao3!



The boy with the moon eyes looks sad more often than not.

Gon notices this—notices him—all by accident. It happens during classtime, one day, somewhere between Math and Poetry. The teachers are switching rooms and Gon isn’t paying much attention; he’s never been good with math but he’s never really liked poems, either. They’re just as bad as equations, with words and feelings he cannot know or place.

So he lingers on what he does know; his gaze drifts to the window at the side of the room, to the green and blue beyond the glass. He hears the teacher upfront shuffling papers, reciting a line of poetry: Long last we meet, only for me to leave hurriedly—

A chill traces down Gon’s back, as if a ghost or wind has parted through him. He blinks, once, then twice, and then turns back to the window.

for I could not recognize you, like the moon hidden behind the clouds.

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what’s a pirates favorite letter?

if it’s rrrrrrr i’m going to kill you

you may think its r… but his true love be the C

i fucking hate this website

Agosto 21stvia source 163 377 notas Reblog