The name is Hannah, 16, I only like cool stuff...Mumford & Sons, Fun., The Lumineers, Of Monsters & Men, Harry Potter...to find out more, follow me or ask anything:)
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Sometimes I think I feel about Mumford & Sons kind of how a mother feels about her son when he leaves home. Proud of him, cause he’s grown up so much and so good and he’s now off to make more people’s lives better, like he has made mine, but also a bit sad cause he’s not a thing I can keep to my own anymore.
(via i-mahopelesswanderer)
what if someone wrote a book and the plot was basically amazing and the characters were awesome and at the end of the book, you’re dying to know what happens, all you see is a ripped page and the author actually did it on purpose and you’ll never know what happens because all the other published copies are like that too
calm down satan
Time to play a new game:
Make sure John Green doesn’t find the thing
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(via your-lips-close-to-mine)
Have your co-stars treated you differently since you’ve won an oscar?
(via better-off-freefalling)
“I’m going to keep going until I succeed — or die. Don’t think I don’t know how this might end. I’ve known it for years.”
(via msginny)
What the Avengers were up to before they assembled
fUCK
*has inappropriate thoughts about Bruce and that desk*
Professor Banner is so ridiculously hot.
i’m sorry but am i the only one crying at cap? i can’t stop laughing. I’M SORRY CAP.
OH GOD I DIDN’T EVEN REALIZE IT WAS CAP I WAS JUST LIKE “WHAT’S WITH THE BLOCK OF ICE”
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Let me explain you a thing.
When I say I adore Misha Collins, I don’t mean because he’s attractive or funny (though that comes into it), I mean because he is a genuinely nice person.
I was at Asylum 10 this weekend, and for Misha’s autographs he wasn’t allowed to personalise things because of time constraints which is fair enough. However, when I was getting mine, I managed to blurt out (I mean it I was shaking really hard) how important it was to meet him, as Asylum 10 was a goal for me not to kill myself.
The second I said that he stopped writing and looked up at me, and his response was:
“You need better goals.” I almost laughed but I was really trying not to cry, so I responded with:
“No. I don’t.” At this point, he reached across the table and grabbed my hand, pen still off the paper. He looked up at me, shaking and almost crying and smiled and said the simplest thing. At this point he let my hand go.
“See you next year?” I nodded, I was shaking really hard and I picked up the picture and went to leave, but he grabbed my hand again and pulled me back a little. He asked for my name and then wrote what it says on the top left hand corner. He squeezed my hand and smiled and then let me go.
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damn amanda
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