so while walking around New York City and interviewing people for a friend’s anthropology project, I met Dylan and Cole Sprouse.
we went into a diner to stop for lunch and they were sitting a few tables away from us. so i asked really awkwardly if i could ask them a few questions for our project while they waited for their food, and they invited me to sit down with them.
they immediately launched into a sarcastic, rapid-fire, back-and-forth banter that i could hardly keep up without laughing my ass off. it was awesome. they were awesome. dear tumblr i just want to tell you that i sat down in a diner with the Sprouse twins and they were absolutely awesome.
this makes me so happy
did you ask cole about his social experiment
MY CAMERA TOOK A PICUTRE ON ITS OWN AND IT”S CkIND Of CREEPy??
LET’S GO ON A JOURNEY~
A JOURNEY THROUGH TIME~!
TIME IS ALWAYS CHANGING~
IT’S CHANGING ALL THE TIME~!
"Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough."
— Ernest Hemingway (via kkkain)
“Don’t stop on my account,” Dean said, his voice already getting low and gravelly. “You look too close to stop.” (x)
What girls mean: I'm too embarrassed to ask for water from your mom because this is the first time I've been over and she's asked me like 500 times if I wanted any and I've been saying no but I'm dying of thirst
we were taught about how David and Jonathan were ~best bros~
when this was
not the case
there was a monarch butterfly outside with a torn wing and i thought it was dead so i went to pick it up off the ground with a flower but it began to hurriedly clutch onto it trying to drink something. it was totally trembling; it had a gash on it’s body and i knew it was dying but i couldn’t bring myself to kill it, so i googled a monarch’s favourite food and it ended up being mandarins. he literally devoured as much as he could before dying and i buried him outside my window.
You’re a good person
how t o kiss boy
- walk over to a boy
- extend your limb, caressing his cheeks tenderly
- without moving your head or body, extend your lips so they meet the edge of his ear
- sc rE AM NOOT NOOT
- NOOOT NOO Ot;
Who else remembers when Harry just assumed Oliver Wood was a stick McGonagall was going to beat him with.
RDJ is blurring the lines between work and reality again„
What are you talking about all I see is Tony Stark
FACT OF THE NIGHT: owls are the smartest birds, able to speak over 22 bird languages. most owls graduated top of their class at bird school, which is for birds