It was at times a long, difficult road. But I’m glad it was long and difficult, because if I hadn’t gone through hell to get there, the lesson might not have been as clear. See kids, right from the moment I met your mom, I knew. I have to love this woman as much as I can, for as long as I can, and never stop loving her, not even for a second. I carried that lesson with me through every stupid fight we ever had, every 5 am Christmas morning, every sleepy Sunday afternoon. Through every speed bump, every pang of jealousy or boredom or uncertainty that came our way, I carried that lesson with me. And I carried it with me when she got sick. Even then, in what can only be called the worst of times, all I could do was thank God. Thank every god there is, or was, or ever will be, and the whole universe and anyone else I could possibly thank, that I saw that beautiful girl on that train platform. And that I had the guts to stand up, walk over to her, tap her on the shoulder, open my mouth, and speak.
This is my favorite thing
this is so very british
oh my god it gets better when you understand exactly how far he went
Rev Kate Bottley reacting to the first gay couple to marry legally in the UK
wham bam thankyou ma’am.
DINNER IS COMING. (Part 2)
I NEED TO EAT HERE
These are from Vinnie’s Pizzeria, on Bedford Ave., in Brooklyn, NY, USA.
I just completely lost it at ‘Inzest’ :D
And now I know where I need to go, if I ever get to visit New York :D
For some of their films, Disney would film real actors so that the animators could watch them for reference.
I LOVE this! ♥
Women of Marvel, stand to unite! Fight for what you believe! We gain more power as our numbers slowly grow, so unite!
Beat that dc
modern au → arya stark as an underground assassin in london
The months merged together, like a long flash of too bright light. When she went to sleep, curling inwards and giving herself over to the dreams, she felt it and when she woke the next morning, it was always to the taste of blood. There was a darkness gathering inside of her and when she held a gun it was closest, consuming her, taking away memories of Winterfell, her father’s voice, her brother’s smile. With a target in mind, it was easy to forget the gnawing in her stomach, to let everything in the world narrow down to a gun and the bullet that she controlled. The names gradually dwindled off of her list, she had a shorter prayer to recite at night, and the dizzy emptiness began to slip away - replaced by something harder, something stronger.