I genuinely think it’s because Americans think we’re inherently distrustful.
Everybody in the background is in love with Tom Hiddleston
Glad You Came - With Violin
The chorus is magnificent and I love how he smiles as he plays!!! *U*
Seriously, just take three minutes and acknowledge this beautiful young brother and his talent. It’s worth it.
One of mt favorite things about human beings is when you can really SEE how much passion and love a person has for something.
Press play- you will not be disappointed. [:
Really, really worth the watch.
this why they killed him
JFK will forever be one of the best presidents this nation ever had.
Look at how old this broadcast looks.
Our technology has come so far and our social skills are still in the toilet.
This is why Skynet wins. This shit right here.
Robin, you’re free.
I’M ABOUT TO CRY NOW THANKS TUMBLR
WHO DID THIS?! I’M IN TEARS.
No matter what anybody tells you, words and ideas can change the world.
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
(Dead Poets Society, 1989)
“I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel all alone.”- Robin Williams (1951 - 2014)
From the film World’s Greatest Dad. RIP Robin Williams.
harry potter meme ϟ eight scenes (5/8) - godric’s hollow
but they were not living, harry thought: they were gone. the empty words could not disguise the fact that his parents’ mouldering remains lay beneath snow and stone, indifferent, unknowing. and tears came before he could stop them, boiling hot and then instantly freezing on his face, and what was the point in wiping them off, or pretending? he let them fall, his lips pressed hard together, looking down at the thick snow hiding from his eyes the place where the last of lily and james lay, bones now, surely, or dust, not knowing or caring that their living son stood so near, his heart still beating, alive because of their sacrifice and close to wishing, at this moment, that he was sleeping under the snow with them.