It’s a beautiful night!
We’re looking for something dumb to do.
Hey baby,
I think I wanna marry you..
Is it the look in your eyes?
Or is it this dancing juice?
Who cares baby,
I think I wanna marry you..
(Source: wishesandpapercranes)
Jaime had slipped in through the king’s door, clad in his golden armor, sword in hand. The golden armor, not the white, but no one ever remembers that.
(via foxyfoxy)
It’s an urban myth that suicide rates spike at the holidays. Turns out they actually go down. Experts think it’s because people are less inclined to off themselves when surrounded by friends and family. Ironically, that same family togetherness is thought to be the reason that depression rates actually do spike at the holidays… Okay. Izzie doesn’t count.
(via levatevi)
