I have a new destination. My journey is the same as yours, the same as anyone's. It's taken me so many years, so many lifetimes, but at last I know where I'm going, where I've always been going. Home, the long way round.
I KNOW THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE PRETTY AND COOL BUT I CAN’T STOP LAUGHING BECAUSE IT LOOKS LIKE IT’S FLYING UP AND THEN IT DECIDES IT GOING TOO FAR AND TRIES TO TURN AROUND AND IT KEEPS FLOATING AWAY AND ITS SAYING ‘SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT’
It appears the group aren’t the only ones making memories at MacLaren’s.
Stan Lee on Marvel OTPs
He took up his violin from the corner, and as I stretched myself out he began to play some low, dreamy, melodious air,—his own, no doubt, for he had a remarkable gift for improvisation. I have a vague remembrance of his gaunt limbs, his earnest face, and the rise and fall of his bow. then I seemed to be ﬂoated peacefully away upon a soft sea of sound, until I found myself in dream-land…
I was browsing on tumblr and I realized I had no ducks in my blog, what kind of horrible person was I?