Rule #1 about Tumblr:
YOU DON’T TALK ABOUT TUMBLR.
My name is Christina and this is my life wrapped up in a Tumblr. My everyday life consists of the things that you will find in said Tumblr:
HARRY POTTER, The Hunger Games, anything to do with Tom Felton, DRAMIONE, One Tree Hill, The Vampire Diaries, Glee, True Blood, Almost every british show I can find, MUSIC, sexy boys and girls, Movies, awesome Tumblr sayings, Tumblr face, GIFS, etc.
I post and reblog what I love without fear of what anyone else thinks.
KRISTEN: So the day of my birthday we’re sitting in the living room and we hear a knock at the door, and he [Dax] says, “Your present’s here, why don’t you go grab the dogs and go in the back room.” And I had no context for knowing what it was. But I grab the dogs, walk into the back room of the house, and I was immediately overcome and I thought there’s a sloth here. There’s a sloth here, it’s close, it’s gonna happen! And I didn’t know how to process that because my entire life had been waiting for this moment where I would get to interact - I’m serious! - with a sloth. And I, first thing you should know about me: if I’m not between a 3 and a 7 on the emotional scale, I’m crying. If it’s too sad, if I’m too excited. Always. […] So I am sitting on my bed knowing that a sloth is here. I start to have a full-fledged panic attack. I don’t know how to compete with all this emotion so I just kind of crawl up on the bed and I’m crying so hard and Dax knocks on the door and he has a video camera like, “SURPRISE! I want you to come out into the — are you alright?!” And sees me basically fetal on the bed.
ELLEN: I think you brought a little footage of that, I cannot wait to see it.
KRISTEN: I did. It’s worth watching ‘cause it’s embarrassing, so we can take a look.
(via romanticwhims)
“Aha!” shouted Ron, as the wind whipped their hair and clothes. Ron was pointing, toward the top of the hill on which they had appeared, where a most strange-looking house rose vertically against the sky, a great black cylinder with a ghostly moon hanging behind it in the afternoon sky. “That’s got to be Luna’s house, who else would live in a place like that?”
(via bloodydifficult)
