"What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back."
Chester Bennington (via creatingaquietmind)
tibets:

this is the 2nd time i’m reblogging this today because i laughed just as hard  as i did the 1st time i saw it

tibets:

this is the 2nd time i’m reblogging this today because i laughed just as hard  as i did the 1st time i saw it

mishasminions:

JENSEN’S FACE THO

"I’m going to love
no matter how much I lose.
I cannot give up."
nostalgia-and-then-some:

this is so true. love to anyone who needs it (and we all need it). <3 

nostalgia-and-then-some:

this is so true. love to anyone who needs it (and we all need it). <3 

In Memoriam
With you a part of me hath passed away;  For in the peopled forest of my mind  A tree made leafless by this wintry wind  Shall never don again its green array.  Chapel and fireside, country road and bay,  Have something of their friendliness resigned;  Another, if I would, I could not find,  And I am grown much older in a day.  But yet I treasure in my memory  Your gift of charity, and young hearts ease,  And the dear honour of your amity;  For these once mine, my life is rich with these.  And I scarce know which part may greater be,&#8212;  What I keep of you, or you rob from me.
- George Santayana
 
Photo: Hans Vonley Kennamer (Mar. 14, 1920 - Sept. 13, 2010)

In Memoriam

With you a part of me hath passed away; 
For in the peopled forest of my mind 
A tree made leafless by this wintry wind 
Shall never don again its green array. 
Chapel and fireside, country road and bay, 
Have something of their friendliness resigned; 
Another, if I would, I could not find, 
And I am grown much older in a day. 
But yet I treasure in my memory 
Your gift of charity, and young hearts ease, 
And the dear honour of your amity; 
For these once mine, my life is rich with these. 
And I scarce know which part may greater be,— 
What I keep of you, or you rob from me.

- George Santayana

 

Photo: Hans Vonley Kennamer (Mar. 14, 1920 - Sept. 13, 2010)

"I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong."
Humans of New York; Amman, Jordan (via drearydoll)

sanvonzombie:

Me. EVERY MORNING.

When You Are Old by W. B. Yeats
Tom Hiddleston

Tom Hiddleston reads When You Are Old by W. B. Yeats

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;
How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;
And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

Hey there, you must be the fifth scale degree of the diatonic scale, because you’re always dominant in my thoughts...

"Apology accepted. Trust denied."