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cupquakemoon:

benjoyment:

The perfect remedy for this cold and rainy weather?1.2 gallons of hot chocolate.

The dream

Why does this only have 2 notes I’m mad

the fact he could carry this with one hand…

it’s sitting on the table you absolute bean-counting toweljockey

helioscentrifuge:

bushyringtail:

karla69rodriguez:

cupquakemoon:

benjoyment:

The perfect remedy for this cold and rainy weather?
1.2 gallons of hot chocolate.

The dream

Why does this only have 2 notes I’m mad

the fact he could carry this with one hand…

it’s sitting on the table you absolute bean-counting toweljockey

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The Hunger Games trilogy by Suzanne Collins.

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hannibal season 2 episode 1: kaiseki

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allthemstilinskifeels:

The Stilinski Timeline

"I saw an MRI that looked exactly like my wife’s…and it terrifies me…"

Inspired from the quote above (and the many events in 3b), decided it was high time to create some sort of family history of the Stilinski’s. Try to catch some of the symbolism I put in :)

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"I don’t believe in miracles, but if the need is great, a girl might make her own miracle."

— Julie Berry, All the Truth That’s in Me (via quoted-books)

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"What really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it."

— J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye  (via introspectivepoet)

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Mortal Kombat by Sergey Svistunov

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Remember when you left Gotham? Before all this, before Batman? You were gone seven years. Seven years I waited, hoping that you wouldn’t come back. Every year, I took a holiday. I went to Florence, there’s this cafe, on the banks of the Arno. Every fine evening, I’d sit there and order a Fernet Branca. I had this fantasy, that I would look across the tables and I’d see you there, with a wife and maybe a couple of kids. You wouldn’t say anything to me, nor me to you. But we’d both know that you’d made it, that you were happy. I never wanted you to come back to Gotham. I always knew there was nothing here for you, except pain and tragedy. And I wanted something more for you than that. I still do.

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