The last one born, the first one to run
I got a heart full of pride
And you can never take that pride away from me.

I'm Jey, 18. Rock'n'roll saved my life.
iluvpancakex:

Candice Swanepoel in Rag & Bone @ the 2012 Met Costume Gala

iluvpancakex:

Candice Swanepoel in Rag & Bone @ the 2012 Met Costume Gala

(Source: , via justatouchoflace)

Please if you follow me and I don’t really know you, talk to me I don’t bite 

I’m bored so I’ll watch every single Sherlock episode to find the Doctor Who references Moffat talked about 

Doomsday and Reichenbach will never fail to make me cry. 

ohmyfrancisco:

Francisco Lachowski for Macy’s.

ohmyfrancisco:

Francisco Lachowski for Macy’s.

I’m tired with all the hate and lack of respect in fandoms. If people were more respectful, maybe the guys would show up a little more after the shows, or they would be closer to us. I totally understand why people don’t want to persons who say that their wives/girlfriends/anything are bitches and they deserve to die so that the ” hot famous guy ” will be able to be their boyfriend. 

Seriously, what are those girls thinking? They manage to find a way to be in contact with the girlfriend of someone you like, and the first thing they think of is ” Oh man I’m gonna be a total bitch to this girl, so that her hot and famous boyfriend will love me instead “. What do they think, that the guy is gonna read their shit and be like ” Sorry, they’re right, I’ve gotta dump you “. This is mainly why almost no famous person is close to their fans. Because a dozen people in a fandom are enough to ruin it.

No matter in which fandom(s) you are, I’m sure you all know that problem. Everytime they try to be nice, to talk to their fans, they’re always some persons who ruin everything, so that in the end, no one gets anything. 

me:ignores responsibilities and goes on internet

Let’s face it - English is a crazy language. There is no egg in eggplant nor ham in hamburger; neither apple nor pine in pineapple. English muffins weren’t invented in England or French fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren’t sweet, are meat. We take English for granted. But if we explore its paradoxes, we find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig.

And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing, grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham? If the plural of tooth is teeth, why isn’t the plural of booth beeth? One goose, 2 geese. So one moose, 2 meese? One index, 2 indices? Doesn’t it seem crazy that you can make amends but not one amend? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one of them, what do you call it?

If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat? In what language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on. English was invented by people, not computers, and it reflects the creativity of the human race (which, of course, isn’t a race at all). That is why, when the stars are out, they are visible, but when the lights are out, they are invisible.

—(via scruffylookinnerfherder)

(Source: -sorry, via hamish-and-holmes)

That awkward moment when Matt Smith is as clumsy as I am.