fatwink:

IT IS POSSIBLE TO STAY IN YOUR ROOM ALL DAY AND STILL BE PERFECTLY HAPPY

Jamie Campbell Bower - Soundless Insight
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cassandraclare:

*laughs* yes that is Jamie playing. He learned the Bach for the movie but I think he could already play piano? *is 60% sure*

lizthefangirl:

lizthefangirl:

seraphinemorgenstern:

clarylightw0od:

jamie campbell bower playing piano 

OH MY GOD IS THIS FROM THE ACTUAL MOVIE???!!!!!

HE SAID HE LEARNED TO PLAY THE PIANO FOR THE MOVIE SO

WAIT

WHAT NO WAY

THAT ISNT

IS THAT  POSSIBLE

iF YOU DO THE TAROT CARD THANG THIS IS PLAYIJNG  OH MY GO SH

(Source: thehuntersrune)

harryedward:

sometimes im like damn white boys

then other times im like damn white boys

The Institute

(Source: clarissafrayes)

And I tell myself a moon will rise from my darkness.

lilyjanescollins:

New scenes from the UK trailer

dominiquemorgenstern:

i love this

image

like yes join us

come to us

once you join this cult there’s no going back

Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches.
— Unknown  (via soggysoil)

(Source: another-troubled-soul)

Well, I’m back to where I came from.

Apparently the Michaels I applied to didn’t need anyone. It was the Michaels in Henderson that wanted me. So much for an interview. The manager couldve clarified me -_____- 

It’s cool though. I saw the employees there..they don’t really look exactly friendly. The only friendly one there was the woman I asked about my interview. She was nice enough to call the manager at Henderson. Haah.

At least I learned how to prepare for an interview :p

hogwartsfacebook:

I think this sums up his role in Mulan quite well

(has this been done before) (what have i done)

derpycats:

Cat, it’s been years and you’re still in the sink. Get out.

(Source: sheislegend)

We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.

(Source: riangosling)

The walls are endlessly bare. Nothing hangs on them, nothing defines them. They are without texture. Even to the keenest eye or most sentient fingertip, they remain unreadable. You will never find a mark there. No trace survives. The walls obliterate everything. They are permanently absolved of all record. Oblique, forever obscure and unwritten. Behold the perfect pantheon of absence.
— Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via panoramicchrestomathy)

(Source: wasifio)