Seriously, I never thought he was attractive until I saw him in person.
and holy shit.
WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT
does he still have the beard?…
you mean emma stone?
You wonder how these things begin. Well, this begins with a glen. It begins with a season which, for want of a better word we may as well call- September. It begins in a forest where the woodchucks woo, and the leaves wax green, and vines intertwine like lovers; try to see it. not with your eyes, for they are wise, but see it with your ears: the cool green breathing of the leaves. And hear it with the inside of your hand: the soundless sound of shadows flicking light. Celebrate sensation. Recall that secret place. You’ve been there, you remember: That special place where once- Just once- in your crowded sunlit lifetime, you hid away in shadow from the tyranny of time. That spot beside the clover where someone’s hand held your hand and love was sweeter than the berries, or the honey, or the stinging taste of mint. It is September- before a rainfall- a perfect time to be in love.
What was that experience like for you? (The Spider-man announcement)
It was uh this crazy moment where i was in the future, the past, and the present all at once. And in the future i was thinking about the twin boys that my brother is about to have and about how their uncle is gonna be spider-man. And then in the past i was with the kid that use to pick on me at school and how its gonna be easy for me to picture his face and beat the crap out of it everyday i go to set. And in the present i was like ‘This is the moment I’m never gonna forget.’
(via anderp-garferp)
For the past 3 days I’ve sworn to get to get to bed early only to get on tumblr at 10pm and then LOOK THROUGH EVERY POST TAGGED JESSE EISENBERG, ANDREW GARFIELD OR BOTH until 4am. Without fail. And then I get up at 8am and its like PAAARRRRTYYYYYY.
This Mess We’re In, PJ Harvey & Thom Yorke
BJ NOVAK MARRY ME
