Hi, I'm Casey.

silenthill:

you’re in hell

all you have is internet explorer and a deviantart full of sonic fan art

posted: 1 hour ago with 1442 notes / via: solheimr / source: silenthill
tagged: #hljkgkjhgkhg

skelletang:

thesylverlining:

I’M SORRY.

O-okay Mordin, I believe you.

Thank you Mordin, you’re too kind.


ouyangdan:

loki-loves-cats-forever:

You and I remember Budapest very differently.

This is beautiful and nothing hurts.

ouyangdan:

loki-loves-cats-forever:

You and I remember Budapest very differently.

This is beautiful and nothing hurts.


posted: 1 hour ago with 409 notes / via: masserrect / source: emzat0r
tagged: #tears #;_;


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adlegend21:

scumbag-vanguard:


Literally sang the music before pressing play.

posted: 1 hour ago with 53 notes / via: adlegend21 / source: SoundCloud / fausto17

gradies:

i had good grades at the beginning of the school year but everything changed when the fire nation attacked

posted: 1 hour ago with 2869 notes / via: neonvalleystreet / source: gradies

razielsghostfiles:

And then I had feels.
This man is responsible for huge gushing streams of serototnin through my system every time he shares something, says something, appears in something, or I play Mass Effect…which is a lot…
Total lifetime regret moment that I couldn’t make MCM Expo to meet him.

razielsghostfiles:

And then I had feels.

This man is responsible for huge gushing streams of serototnin through my system every time he shares something, says something, appears in something, or I play Mass Effect…which is a lot…

Total lifetime regret moment that I couldn’t make MCM Expo to meet him.

posted: 1 hour ago with 65 notes / via: neonvalleystreet / source: razielsghostfiles
tagged: #ME3

furlabun:

get online losers we’re going blogging

posted: 1 hour ago with 9061 notes / via: shenkokoro / source: furlabun



Hello, I’m Johnny Cash.

Hello, I’m Johnny Cash.

posted: 1 hour ago with 833 notes / via: theserpentking / source: missavagardner
tagged: #Walk the Line


some days, like rain on the doorstep she’ll cover me with grace in all she offers sometimes I’d like just to ask her what honest words she can’t afford to say

some days, like rain on the doorstep 
she’ll cover me 
with grace in all she offers 
sometimes I’d like just to ask her 
what honest words 
she can’t afford to say