Come Together/Royals - The Beatles & Lorde
#the first note of come to together hit my ears and a tear dropped
She’s got her tongue stuck out, scribbling furiously at the chalkboard, when you creep into the room behind her.
You don’t speak immediately, more content to watch her. To see her shine in the way that you always knew she could.
Whatever it is she’s working on, you can tell it’s important just by how many numbers and equations cover the chalkboard.
And it’s for that reason you decide not to disturb her. Not yet anyhow.
It’s one step too hard on the heel of your pumps that alerts her to your presence but, when you see the smile in her eyes at the sight of you, the brightness that beams out and wraps you in familiar warmth, you can’t remember why you’d ever wanted to leave at all.
Sophomore year i used to sit in this backrow and secretly watch you. I counted the number of times you smiled at me and i’d die on days you didn’t.
Person A of your OTP lends their sweater to Person B. When Person A is home, they realize they still have Person B’s sweater and finds Person B’s iPod. Out of curiosity, Person A looks through Person B’s music and finds a playlist titled with Person A’s name.
one of the worst moments in life is probably when you’re in a room full of people and you look around and see them all talking and laughing and all of sudden you feel so sad and lonely that you can even feel a physical pain in your chest because you realize that they all belong to someone and they all have someone who belongs to them and you don’t, you’re just kind of there
Some of them look like they just did three tours in Vietnam and saw some shit.
I come home from a six hour drive from Los Angeles back to my house and im fuckin hungry so im gonna make a quesadilla right and i sprinkle the fucking cheese on the tortilla right and i put it in the microwave except the microwaAVE ISNT THERE. WHERE THE FUCK IS MY MICROWAVE WHERE THE FUCK IS IT SOMEONEN STOLE MY GODDAMNED MICROWAVE WHILE I WAS VACATIONING. MY TV IS STILL HERE EVERYTHING IS STILL HERE THEY STOLE MY GOIDAMNED MICROWVAE. ITS FUCKING GONE WHAT THE HELL I JUST WANT A GODAMNED MOTHEFUCKING QUESADILLA
we need to sacrifice somebody so Ellen never dies
This is quickly becoming the Hunger Games for douchebags
how did jack frost handle feeling alone for three hundred years i can’t even handle it for three minutes
it’s called his hand
i didnt zoom in on that pic and i thought it said “how do you think i make snow”
SOME PEOPLE DON’T UNDERSTAND
we thought it was completely over
never coming back again
no more background moments
no more eye contact
no more conversations
no more brittany on our screen
no more brittany on our screen with santana
EVERYTHING IS GOOD AGAIN