it’s so difficult loving chris pine because at any given moment you have no idea what form that love is going to take

  • embarrassed delight?
  • aroused outrage?
  • fiercely overprotective hunger?
  • charmed fury?
  • the overwhelming need to be besties and talk until 4am about how much high school sucked in front of one of his two fucking fireplaces?
  • an unbearable urge to crawl inside of him and wear him like a devastatingly handsome hipster nerdbaby meatsuit?
  • denial and isolation
  • anger
  • bargaining
  • depression
  • acceptance
  • all five stages of grief simultaneously expressed via yowling noises

(via ofjimkirk)

story of my life chris pine


Do you ever have that moment when a kid is looking at you and you realize that they’re looking at you as a grown up? Then its like no child im a children too, dont. Im sorry my outward appearance confuses you.

(via mimiichi)



You might belong in Gryffindor,
Where dwell the brave at heart,
Their daring, nerve, and chivalry
Set Gryffindors apart;

You might belong in Hufflepuff,
Where they are just and loyal,
Those patient Hufflepuffs are true
And unafraid of toil;

Or yet in wise old Ravenclaw,
if you’ve a ready mind,
Where those of wit and learning,
Will always find their kind;

Or perhaps in Slytherin
You’ll make your real friends,
Those cunning folks use any means
To achieve their ends.

-The Sorting Hat

(via blueshirtedchekov)