Smile For the Blog

Hello there! I'm Rosella, but you can call me Rose. I'm finally back from my little break from tumblr -pleasedon'tkillme- I finished up many projects that were done and..wow I sound boring. But, hi!~ :D *Just warning you now, many recent reblogs I have are outdated since I queue EVERYTHING. Just a fair warning. ^^
sam-winchester-cries-during-sex:

ogrin:

takshammy:

Soooooo satisfying

THERES NOTHING SATISFYING ABOUT THIS

I WAITED SO LONG FOR THAT AND MY DREAMS WERE SHATTERED

sam-winchester-cries-during-sex:

ogrin:

takshammy:

Soooooo satisfying

THERES NOTHING SATISFYING ABOUT THIS

I WAITED SO LONG FOR THAT AND MY DREAMS WERE SHATTERED

(via b--l--u--e--s)

ytoob:

i was outside eating a cookie and a saw about 5 ants just roaming around on top of the steps and i noticed there was only one ant that wasn’t holding anything like the other 4 where holding dorito bits or something and the  ant seemed sad it wasn’t even going in the same pace as the other ants so i put a cookie crumb next to him and he picked it up and started running as fast as the other ants and i think i made that little ants day 

(Source: mnagos, via b--l--u--e--s)

bigmamag:

doctorwinchesterin221b:

locaoverloki:

prodigium-in-the-tardis:

amarilloo:

deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan:

we-avenge-if-we-want-to:

triggafiasco:

loki-cat:

iamladyloki:

C R Y I N G OMG

I DONT THINK YOU GUYS UNDERSTAND

HOW MUCH I LOVE THESE SPIDERMAN PICS

OH OH OHHH! I have some!!
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oh shit not this fucking bullshit again oh my god jfklsdjflkj

THERE’S MORE WHERE THAT CAME FROM! 

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HOLY FUCK HE’S BACK OMG

I’M ACUTALLY CRYING HERE OH GOD

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can’t forget these

THESE ARE GOLDEN

(Source: buffdaddylayton, via sealedwiflove)

crofefs:

i love how there is no comments on this everyone just gets the reference

crofefs:

i love how there is no comments on this everyone just gets the reference

(Source: lordheck, via sealedwiflove)

transparensie:

a short comic i did for my english sci-fi final, about a girl and her android

talk about things taking forever @__@

6.11.14

(via sealedwiflove)

theaceoffours:

shrill-ex:

most of the lights are out in my kitchen so there’s a spotlight on my fridge

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BE…

OUR…

GUEST

(via sealedwiflove)

a-stranger-i-will-remain:

kurlozy:

boxed-hobo:

keriancal:

bigmouth12349:

themeeg:

tin-pan-ali:

taking-the-tardis-to-asgard:

mymahoganymyrules:

maslab:

jykinturah:

nomiros:

takeshitakenji:

“Someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader.”

Last line of the book : “Please, don’t close the book, I don’t want to die”

oh my god

I’d just like, keep the book open and tape it to a wall.

I’m almost afraid to want it.

John Green, we’re waiting.

“So I guess this is it, isn’t it? There are no more chapters, right? You said we were getting close and that was a while ago.”
I stared up into the sky, it was the same old sky there had always been, except for some rainclouds that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. It wasn’t raining, but they were still floating up there, grey and dismal.
You begin to ask me something.“Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. Things just feel really final right now, like the downward slope is starting to level out. Eventually… We’ll hit the back cover, right?”
I sat down on a bench- had that been there a few minutes ago? It was hard to tell.
“Did you say yes? I think I heard you. Your voice keeps getting harder to hear.”
Thunder rumbled, but… It wasn’t like the thunder I’m used to. It sounded like you, and it sounded sad. From one of the clouds, a single drop of rain fell on the grainy wood of the bench.
“… You’re crying, aren’t you? I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I wish I could change this. I wish I could reach where you are.”
Thunder rolled again, and behind it was a voice. Your voice.
“Me? I’ll be fine, I think. I don’t know if this has ever happened before. I don’t really know what happens when you… close the book.”
You ask me if I’m afraid.
And oddly, I’m not.
“No, actually. Because… Whatever happens to me when you close the cover… You can always open the book up again, right?” and that’s when the answer hits me, the realization jolting me to stand again. “That’s it, isn’t it? You can open it back up. The words won’t change, but I’ll still be here. You can meet me all over again, and I can meet you, and everything we have will come back.”
It’s raining now, and the clouds have merged together, and in them, for the first time… I see you. 
You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life.
You’re crying, but it’s quiet, and maybe that was the sound of your tears hitting paper.
I realize that we don’t have a lot of time.
“Listen- before it’s all over- I want you to know that everything, all of this… Even being over, it was worth it. It was worth it to meet you, to get to know you. Even if when you close that cover and I disappear- it was all worth it. I love you.”
You love me too, I know it, I can feel it, just like for a moment I can feel what it would be like to hold your hand.
There is a very long pause, and I realize you’re prolonging what has to happen.
“You can do it.”
For the first time, you have to be the hero. You have to close the book so we can keep going. And I believe in you.
The sky gets darker, slowly, but then it gets light again, and your face is still up in those clouds. You open your mouth and for the first time I HEAR you, not just feel what you’re saying or understand you in my own head, your voice comes through the pages in your world and into the reality of mine, and it reverberates and I can hear every little nuance, down to the hitch from you crying.
“I’ll never forget you,” you say. “I’ll come back soon.”
The end.

SOMEONE DID AND NOW IM EMOTIONAL

I’m going to go ahead and write the beginning of this, okay?
I don’t know you, okay?  You’re a stranger to me.  I didn’t ask for you to peek your nose into my business, now did I?  No, no I did not.  How would you like it if someone suddenly appeared in your life?
Let me tell you what you’re going to do.  You’re going to shut this book right now.  Let the cover rest on the title page, and leave me enveloped in my own dark little world.
What?  I can’t understand you, but I can sense what you mean.  You want to know if I like being alone here, in the dark.  Well, I mean, it’s all I’ve ever known.  Until you came along, there was only me, existing in these pages.  Why would I wish for something when I’ve known nothing else?
I have to admit, though … The light you’re reading from feels nice.  I’ve never seen my world in quite this way before.  The stark blacks of the letters are taking shape, becoming a home for me to live in even as you read.
Maybe I’ll let you stay for awhile.  Maybe I’ll enjoy this light for a little longer with you.

OH MY GOD NO I’M ACTUALLY TEARING UP AT THESE. 



so ive seen this post before anyone wrote anything of this story here now i have a fucking puddle of tears in my desk so this gif there is pretty damn accurate

Don’t you worry, friend. I’ll always be here, pondering over letters and words formulating new sentences to impress you with. The light will slowly fade, and I’ll gather dust upon these ageing pages - as my skin aches for the warmth of your fingertips.
If we were colours, you would be a pale blue, as I would be a dark maroon. You infatuate all that look at you, their eyes riddened with envy, wanting to attain your similar sky blue.
And I? I would be a dark maroon the tends to be overlooked. I’m content with the way I am. But you introduced me to the definition of beauty. Personified perfection.
I’ll remain here for you, when you close the back cover of the book. I’ll be here when you open from page one, and we can do this, all again.
Goodbye my dearest.
P.S - Make sure this doesn’t get turned into a crappy movie, okay?

a-stranger-i-will-remain:

kurlozy:

boxed-hobo:

keriancal:

bigmouth12349:

themeeg:

tin-pan-ali:

taking-the-tardis-to-asgard:

mymahoganymyrules:

maslab:

jykinturah:

nomiros:

takeshitakenji:

“Someone should write a book where the main character slowly falls in love with the reader.”

Last line of the book : “Please, don’t close the book, I don’t want to die”

oh my god

I’d just like, keep the book open and tape it to a wall.

I’m almost afraid to want it.

John Green, we’re waiting.

“So I guess this is it, isn’t it? There are no more chapters, right? You said we were getting close and that was a while ago.”

I stared up into the sky, it was the same old sky there had always been, except for some rainclouds that hadn’t been there a few minutes ago. It wasn’t raining, but they were still floating up there, grey and dismal.

You begin to ask me something.

“Don’t ask me how I know, I just do. Things just feel really final right now, like the downward slope is starting to level out. Eventually… We’ll hit the back cover, right?”

I sat down on a bench- had that been there a few minutes ago? It was hard to tell.

“Did you say yes? I think I heard you. Your voice keeps getting harder to hear.”

Thunder rumbled, but… It wasn’t like the thunder I’m used to. It sounded like you, and it sounded sad. From one of the clouds, a single drop of rain fell on the grainy wood of the bench.

“… You’re crying, aren’t you? I’m sorry, I’m really sorry. I wish I could change this. I wish I could reach where you are.”

Thunder rolled again, and behind it was a voice. Your voice.

“Me? I’ll be fine, I think. I don’t know if this has ever happened before. I don’t really know what happens when you… close the book.”

You ask me if I’m afraid.

And oddly, I’m not.

“No, actually. Because… Whatever happens to me when you close the cover… You can always open the book up again, right?” and that’s when the answer hits me, the realization jolting me to stand again. “That’s it, isn’t it? You can open it back up. The words won’t change, but I’ll still be here. You can meet me all over again, and I can meet you, and everything we have will come back.”

It’s raining now, and the clouds have merged together, and in them, for the first time… I see you. 

You are the most beautiful person I have ever seen in my entire life.

You’re crying, but it’s quiet, and maybe that was the sound of your tears hitting paper.

I realize that we don’t have a lot of time.

“Listen- before it’s all over- I want you to know that everything, all of this… Even being over, it was worth it. It was worth it to meet you, to get to know you. Even if when you close that cover and I disappear- it was all worth it. I love you.”

You love me too, I know it, I can feel it, just like for a moment I can feel what it would be like to hold your hand.

There is a very long pause, and I realize you’re prolonging what has to happen.

“You can do it.”

For the first time, you have to be the hero. You have to close the book so we can keep going. And I believe in you.

The sky gets darker, slowly, but then it gets light again, and your face is still up in those clouds. You open your mouth and for the first time I HEAR you, not just feel what you’re saying or understand you in my own head, your voice comes through the pages in your world and into the reality of mine, and it reverberates and I can hear every little nuance, down to the hitch from you crying.

“I’ll never forget you,” you say. “I’ll come back soon.”

The end.

SOMEONE DID AND NOW IM EMOTIONAL

I’m going to go ahead and write the beginning of this, okay?

I don’t know you, okay?  You’re a stranger to me.  I didn’t ask for you to peek your nose into my business, now did I?  No, no I did not.  How would you like it if someone suddenly appeared in your life?

Let me tell you what you’re going to do.  You’re going to shut this book right now.  Let the cover rest on the title page, and leave me enveloped in my own dark little world.

What?  I can’t understand you, but I can sense what you mean.  You want to know if I like being alone here, in the dark.  Well, I mean, it’s all I’ve ever known.  Until you came along, there was only me, existing in these pages.  Why would I wish for something when I’ve known nothing else?

I have to admit, though … The light you’re reading from feels nice.  I’ve never seen my world in quite this way before.  The stark blacks of the letters are taking shape, becoming a home for me to live in even as you read.

Maybe I’ll let you stay for awhile.  Maybe I’ll enjoy this light for a little longer with you.

OH MY GOD NO I’M ACTUALLY TEARING UP AT THESE. 

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so ive seen this post before anyone wrote anything of this story here now i have a fucking puddle of tears in my desk so this gif there is pretty damn accurate

Don’t you worry, friend. I’ll always be here, pondering over letters and words formulating new sentences to impress you with. The light will slowly fade, and I’ll gather dust upon these ageing pages - as my skin aches for the warmth of your fingertips.

If we were colours, you would be a pale blue, as I would be a dark maroon. You infatuate all that look at you, their eyes riddened with envy, wanting to attain your similar sky blue.

And I? I would be a dark maroon the tends to be overlooked. I’m content with the way I am. But you introduced me to the definition of beauty. Personified perfection.

I’ll remain here for you, when you close the back cover of the book. I’ll be here when you open from page one, and we can do this, all again.

Goodbye my dearest.

P.S - Make sure this doesn’t get turned into a crappy movie, okay?

(via sealedwiflove)

strawberiily:

festival 2 floral headband
herpmydong:

ultraw4nk:

aragaki-ayase:

why is there a fucking tomato in the train

because its the subway

fuck you

herpmydong:

ultraw4nk:

aragaki-ayase:

why is there a fucking tomato in the train

because its the subway

fuck you

(via actinide)

fivefivenineone:

last night my friends and I explored the abandoned women’s shelter down the highway

(via lost--pigeon)

nightwingshazam:

chugninjon:

fuzzy-poms:

sweetteaburritosandnewfoundglory:

NSFW

please stop Im premenstrual

TAG YOUR FOOD PORN DAMN IT

FUCK.

(Source: beaniekhalifa23, via whimsicuntt)

thetomska:

I can no longer tell if I’m taking or losing control of my life.

(Source: musingmaru, via )

shawnali:

The first time I held a human brain in Anatomy Lab I was completely speechless. I looked at my classmates expecting a similar reaction and they looked back at me confused like…”dude let’s start identifying the structures.” I had to take a step back and let it process…in my hands was someone’s entire life. From start to finish, every memory, every emotion, every bodily control…was right there in my hands. 

shawnali:

The first time I held a human brain in Anatomy Lab I was completely speechless. I looked at my classmates expecting a similar reaction and they looked back at me confused like…”dude let’s start identifying the structures.” I had to take a step back and let it process…in my hands was someone’s entire life. From start to finish, every memory, every emotion, every bodily control…was right there in my hands. 

(via lost--pigeon)