Mon September 01, 08:12 PM     + 280624     + reblog



#possibly the worst photoset in existence 

man, all you gotta do is to imagine steve doing all of these post-cap2:

1. pressed shoulder to shoulder with bucky on the couch, watching their old war tapes, ha you looked like such a weiner with your hair like that

2. getting calls from natasha!! all hours of the night and day. steve’ll be jogging or something and his cell will buzz and it’ll be from an unlisted number, hey what is your opinion on [deep philosophical/moral/political issue] and also rhodey wants your rsvp for the batchelor party, he knows you’ve been avoiding him and wants you to know that despite what tony says there’s NOT going to be strippers.

she also gives him rides to and from visiting peggy. on the drives back she plays harry james and lets steve be silent and nostalgic, looking out the window

3. sam loves open-air cafes, loves any excuse to eat outside. every sunday, he and steve will pick a new one to brunch in, obstinately to round out steve’s 21st century culinary education, but mostly so that sam can update his not-so-secret foodie blog. as they sip their coffee after the meal, steve brings out a small sketchpad and draws buildings, people, and a lot of sam’s face as he hunches over his laptop, muttering about the consistency of chocolate mousse.

4. bucky’s crammed into that seat by the window, leaning into steve’s space as he hotly debates the artistic merits of inception versus early hitchcock films with natasha, who’s sitting in the perpendicular seat. it’s dissolved into russian and steve’s worried that they’re either conspiring to kill someone or go halfsies on a wedding present for tony & pepper without cutting steve in like they promised. sam’s hanging onto the rail by steve’s shoulder, scrolling through imgur on this phone. occasionally he’ll shove it in steve’s face and 9/10 times it’ll be a picture of some kid dressed up like captain america. or falcon. steve can’t help but smile, soft and ridiculous, every single time.

(they’re going out drinking, they’re going home to crash, they’re going to kill a man. doesn’t matter. they’re young-ish adults in the city that never sleeps. they’ll figure it out.)

Mon September 01, 05:24 PM     + 165675     + reblog

How am I ever supposed to do anything important if nobody ever helps me?

Mon September 01, 02:36 PM     + 3163     + reblog
by Lana Del Rey
Mon September 01, 11:48 AM     + 2961     + reblog


morning haze over south beach from a fire in the everglades.

Sun August 31, 08:12 PM     + 4674     + reblog
#photography   #ocean  


21 Jump Street (Phil Lord and Chris Miller, 2012)

Sun August 31, 07:25 PM     + 381     + reblog


Adam Lupton

What’s in store for me in the direction i don’t take?

“… the moments when everything is open, when all options are present, and all is undecided – mere destinies unfolding. Our choices shift into one plane of existence, the extension of every path still available, until we pick the red tie instead of the blue; harbor anger instead of compassion; attempt to fix it or break it; and all our possibilities collapse into the singular of what is, rippling outward from the moment of decision to affect our lives in ways unknown… The noise at the back of our mind wondering anxiously, What’s in store for me in the direction I don’t take?”


Sun August 31, 05:24 PM     + 24321     + reblog


my mom just yelled “it’s called common sense” at my dog

Sun August 31, 02:36 PM     + 386282     + reblog



For whatever we lose
(a you or a me)
it’s always ourselves
we find in the sea.
 - E.E. Cummings

Sun August 31, 11:48 AM     + 76480     + reblog




ashley tisdale and seth rogen in donnie darko is so funny they are like 12



aren’t you forgetting someone


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Nice face but wrong jersey

Sat August 30, 03:47 PM     + 6255     + reblog
Sat August 30, 02:36 PM     + 22042     + reblog
#lana del rey   #angel  
Sat August 30, 01:45 PM     + 1109     + reblog
You fell, I fell—
we both fell.
You swam,
but I drowned.
by The Fall, Remy Raine (via polinomial)
Sat August 30, 11:48 AM     + 5353     + reblog