cats, cats, cats, I love cats. (via Clare Owen Illustration)

cats, cats, cats, I love cats. (via Clare Owen Illustration)

My 6 month old son after playing with his 3 year old sister via popurls

The expression on his face makes it. Click for bigger. You must.

Spam Stitchery (via cauchy09)

Spam Stitchery (via cauchy09)

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Edward Cullen may come in a different, darker package, but he still represents your typical teenage Tiger Beat dream boat: he wants only you, girl, he’ll always be true, girl, he’ll totally wait till you’re married, girl, there’s nobody else in the world for him, girl, he may be bad, but he’ll be good to you, girl, etc. He’s the guy you can dream about making out with, because you know you’ll never make out with him. He represents the kind of love that never comes with rejection, because you know he’s not real and you could never have him anyway. He’s a safe means of falling in love for those who desperately want to know what it feels like

If You Were 13, Would You Love Edward Cullen, Too?

Hello, Dieter Brummer/Leonardo DiCaprio/Taylor Hanson/random boys on the bus.

(via rachelhills)

Yes. Yes I would. I would’ve eaten Twilight up with a spoon. And licked the spoon.

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