my face is on the cent stamp in hell
Porto Venere, Italy (by Claudia Gaiotto)
i’m just going to leave this here and bask in it for eternity
if you had to sum me up using tvtropes which ones would i be
Nikolaj Coster-Waldau for Cover Man
“You know, I’ve been hammering an anvil these past 10 years. When I hit that steel, it sings. Are you gonna sing when I hit you?”
Avalanche Lake, Montana on Flickr.
i just rediscovered my travel bookmark folder and you can actually see the adhd kick in
WHY, SIR
what do you want me to say? that when you’re on operations i can’t sleep at night? that when we’re in debrief, i have to force myself to remember whatever the hell we’re supposed to be reviewing when all i wanna do is kiss you? and the thing that makes me crazy every day, is the people who would kill us if we were ever seen together are the very same forces that brought you into my life to begin with - WHAT KIND OF SICK JOKE IS THAT
remember when we drank a bunch of vodka and started a rousing chorus of total eclipse of the heart on the streets of new yawk remember when we tried to mimic the photo pose of two young children but we were both too high strung looking to pull it offlistening to harry nilsson and going through old instagram photos from when olivia was here for christmas i’m fine
