the lovely bones.
(via thoughtexplosions)
More Mischa Collins spam because I am officially obsessed…
Why He’s Hot:
- He’s a motherfucking angel of the lord. Yeah you saw it right, those wings are so intense, you can only witness the shadows.
- He’ll grip you tight and raise you from perdition. If you don’t want that to happen to you, there’s something wrong with you.
- He’s got that perfectly coiffed hair. He doesn’t use gel. Oh fuck no, he uses his motherfucking angel powers to keep that shit nice.
- Those eyes. He stares at you and you just know he’s looking deep into your soul, figuring out exactly why your dad left. He hated his job at the post office.
- Even though he wears the same shit every day, you know that shit’s clean. Not only is it clean, it’s fucking sexy as a motherfucker. Who knew a trench coat could be so damn amazing?
I never mean to throw them away they just become lost after I toss them aside. They just get in the way…
(via thesecretpostcards)
Be my snowbird.
Sometimes I want to just move off into the woods, find the coziest log cabin, and make a gorgeous outside retreat. And hopefully it would look like this.
It is scary how much I hate Florida. I hate tebow. I hate spikes. I hate Cooper (even though he is at least hot) I hate their trashy ass fans. I hate their jorts. I hate the creepy look of love urban meyer has on his face when he watches his precious tebow. I hate their dirty players. I hate how cocky they are. I hate orange and blue. I hate how all these bad calls have gone their way this year magically. I hate Gainesville. I hate how rude they were to me after the sec championship. I hate the obession CBS has with them. I hate the swamp. I hate urban meyer. I hate tebows motivational tears. I. HATE. FLORIDA.
