I remember playing hide and seek with my sisters when we were kids, and it was always easy to find them because they’d hide in the same places over and over. They would laugh so hard every time I found them. I enjoyed those games.
Looking for love is like a game of hide and seek, except I can…
Love is not meant to be found it is meant to be had and held
colleagues, john. colleagues.
always reblog superwholock
benedict cumberbatch in ‘rosencrantz & guildenstern are dead’ [x]
Stop re-blogging One Direction and re-blog this shit.
It doesn’t matter which kind of blog you are, this deserves to be reblog
This deserves to be reposted.
"Between you and me, in a hundred words, where do you think Van Gogh rates in the history of art?"
"Well… um… big question, but, to me Van Gogh is the finest painter of them all. Certainly the most popular, great painter of all time. The most beloved, his command of colour most magnificent. He transformed the pain of his tormented life into ecstatic beauty. Pain is easy to portray, but to use your passion and pain to portray the ecstasy and joy and magnificence of our world, no one had ever done it before. Perhaps no one ever will again. To my mind, that strange, wild man who roamed the fields of Provence was not only the world’s greatest artist, but also one of the greatest men who ever lived."
do you ever have a sex dream about someone and then wake up and be in love with them for a few days