FelicisEcho
So a dog walks into the forest and he sees a whale and says “aren’t you supposed to be in the ocean?” and the whale says “Yes.”
A joke told by the Russian exchange student that used to go to my school (via loh-lee-tah)

mugglebornheadcanon:

426. Muggleborns subconsciously doodling that little S in the sides of their notes, leading those not raised in a muggle environment to wonder what sort of rune it is.

kelsthericeball:

sam’s face is precious. its a combination of pure terror at first and then confusion

  

halleluyall:

helgeombo:

The Brothers Lionheart (1977)

"There are things we have to do, even though they’re dangerous"

"Why?"

"Because else you’re not a person, just a piece of dirt."

nickyrads:

leander-ligo:

lordthundercox:

Yes, it does.

Guys get morning wood because our bladders fill up during the night and begin to press against our prostate, causing arousal. Our dicks don’t just feel the sun coming up and think “My time has come”

I’m dying

nickyrads:

leander-ligo:

lordthundercox:

Yes, it does.

Guys get morning wood because our bladders fill up during the night and begin to press against our prostate, causing arousal. Our dicks don’t just feel the sun coming up and think “My time has come”

I’m dying

imacatmiaow:

idonotlikethatsam-i-am:

matafari:

Reason number 3457398735973495 why I love Pink

Respect.

I forgot that Pink’s name isn’t actually Pink

johnlockinthetardiswithdestiel:

bill-holmes:

tardis221b:

teacupsandnetflix:

It cracks me up when the actors on a show are also the producers because I always picture them casting themselves like

"Who’ll play the main character? Ah yes. Me."

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u can’t beat the monuments men

umm excuse u

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don’t mess with the Polar Express

bitch-pudding:

myspcefamous2012:

the breakfast club isnt even about breakfast 

you could have at least said spoiler alert

colorful-moonlight:

Black Adder is sassy as fuck

jncos:

*snifts wine* do i detect a hint of grapes?

I just hope that one day—preferably when we’re both blind drunk—we can talk about it.
J.D. Salinger (via simplychaos)
Every year, the bright Scandinavian summer nights fade away without anyone’s noticing. One evening in August you have an errand outdoors, and all of a sudden it’s pitch-black. It is still summer, but the summer is no longer alive.
Tove Jansson, The Summer Book, trans. Thomas Teal (via neitt)