thegeruvian:

I’m dying.  I need to find my Jay Z.

Blue Ivy

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01st
September
highlyfunctioning-fangirl:

starfleetrambo:

xshiromorix:

capt-james-t-kirk:

supernaturalfan1:

underthestarssofaraway:


I like how everyone seems like they’re dead tired and Thor’s just there going'om nom nom this is a shawarma nom nom nom'

Notice how Clint and Natasha seemed to have appropriated half of each others’ chairs.

and I think Tony is just realizing that he literally died and was scared back to life by the man to his left

and steve, being the senior citizen, is simply nodding off

Also, the dude behind the counter just nonchalantly making shawarma for the goddamn Avengers like they come in every day.

#meanwhile loki is outside tied to the bike rack with mjolnir on his chest

I’ve reblogged this about five times already and I dont plan on stopping

highlyfunctioning-fangirl:

starfleetrambo:

xshiromorix:

capt-james-t-kirk:

supernaturalfan1:

underthestarssofaraway:

I like how everyone seems like they’re dead tired and Thor’s just there going
'om nom nom this is a shawarma nom nom nom'

Notice how Clint and Natasha seemed to have appropriated half of each others’ chairs.

and I think Tony is just realizing that he literally died and was scared back to life by the man to his left

and steve, being the senior citizen, is simply nodding off

Also, the dude behind the counter just nonchalantly making shawarma for the goddamn Avengers like they come in every day.

#meanwhile loki is outside tied to the bike rack with mjolnir on his chest

I’ve reblogged this about five times already and I dont plan on stopping

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italian-luxury:

Sunset in Vernazza, Italy by Elia Locardi

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31st
August

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Behind the Scenes with Maria Sharapova’s Self Magazine Cover Shoot

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I know you don’t wanna be alone, but I’m gonna be there. And I’ll tell that Tom Waits voice in your head to shut up.

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"everything carries me to you,
as if everything that exists,
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats
that sail
toward those isles of yours that wait for me."

Neruda, Pablo. “If You Forget Me.”  (via mrsclarkkent)

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