An anonymous novel written on the walls of an abandoned house in Chongqing, China (2012)
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“We did a screen test and so, they brought in cameras, and then there were four Jims and four Pams, and we got mix-and-matched. Every time I was matched with John, it was so easy and it just was so natural. On the second day, of auditions he leaned over to me and he said, ‘You’re my favorite Pam.’ And I said, ‘You’re my favorite Jim! Oh my gosh! I hope we both get it!’ So, when they called me and said that I got the role, I said, ‘Who’s Jim? Please say John Krasinski.’ They said, ‘Yes, it’s John Krasinski.’ And I knew. I started to cry and I knew that the two of us together… I couldn’t be Pam without him. He’s my Jim. He just is.”
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that i should stare at receivers
to receive her isn’t fair
don’t worry i’ll catch you
don’t ever worry
your arms in mine, anytime
i wouldn’t trade anything
you’re still my everything
to my surprise,
before my eyes,
you arrive
don’t worry I’ll catch you
don’t ever worry
“Holiday”, by The Get Up Kids, from “Something to Write Home About” (1999).
(via 0utdatedmorality)
This makes me want to fucking cry
this is my favorite poem ever
I don’t even care that this is in color. This is a damn visual representation of the best damn poem ever. I love this. So much.
Reblogging this again.
This hurts my heart, but i love it
Thick glasses with black rims? This is why brothers don’t let sisters become hipsters.
(via fieldharts)
if my life was a drink it would be room temperature coke with the ice melted
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