himchanspenus:

Here’s a serious advice. Even the nicest people have their limits. Don’t try to reach that point because the nicest people are also the scariest assholes when they’ve had enough.

(Source: chupalaprofe)

sexintartarus:

excuse you our porn is of the finest quality

9 days till I’m off to America. :D

(Source: missprimrose)

morbidlizard:

Gandalf the Thief

I love these guys so much, i’m just dying imagining them strolling around with shifty looks

(Source: josephkerred)

why want the d when you can have the p

(Source: cempai)

rehabbed:

if you take me on a date to an amusement park you have a 103% chance of getting laid

Mirror's Edge + Rainbow Scenery
as requested by seahavens

desmondmiles:

for fuck’s sake bonnie 

i was holding out for a hero and you just

Once the city used to pulse with energy. Dirty and dangerous, but alive and wonderful. Now it’s something else. The changes came slowly at first. Most didn’t realize, or didn’t care, and accepted them. They chose a comfortable life. Some didn’t. And those who refused to conform were pushed to the sidelines, criminalized. They became our clients. We call ourselves Runners. We exist on the edge between the gloss and the reality: the mirror’s edge. We keep out of trouble, out of sight, and the cops don’t bother us. Runners see the city in a different way. We see the flow. Rooftops become pathways and conduits, possibilities and routes of escape. The flow is what keeps us running, keeps us alive. - Faith