Arabella's got a seventies head
But she’s a modern lover
It’s an exploration she’s made of outer space
& her lips are like the galaxy’s edge
& her kiss the color of a constellation falling into place…
dean winchester is my spirit animal
i listen to arctic monkeys and the strokes 300% of the time. i read too much and i tried really hard not to be a fandom blog but that shit has taken over my life.
and if there is a God, his name is Alex Turner.
oh and if you only follow for the fandoms and dont like my music (or vice versa) just blacklist #m or #f, so you'll only see one part of me on your dash!
"Describe each other in three words."
As I stood front of my favorite Beatle, the only thing I could think of was that his contact lenses looked like they hurt him. He smiled and stuck out his hand and without thinking, I rested my right arm on top of his left while we shook hands! “John, ” I said, “are your contacts bothering you?” “No,” he answered. I got the distinct feeling that not too many people had asked that question. Undaunted I plunged on, “I have them too!” I confided. He leaned closer and stared searchingly into my eyes. “Are yours bothering you?” he said with a straight face. “No.” I stammered and then we both laughed. “They’re good aren’t they?” John said seriously and I could only nod, not trusting my voice. “But your eyes are prettier than mine.” John said and to my dismay unwanted tears rolled down my cheeks. “Hey” John said with a slight laugh. “Don’t cry or they’ll wash away!” I smiled through my tears as I blurted, “John you’re my favorite.” He smiled warmly, gave my hand a final shake and said, “You’re my favorite.” —The Girl Who Got To Meet The Beatles (Datebook Magazine Winter)
have you ever been kissed so passionately that you felt like you were in a daze and you couldn’t even move and you got all woozy
Change your tune and change your hair
Or you’re not going anywhere
alex “i s’pose” turner
matt “it were” helders
jamie “eh” cook
nick “yeah” o’malley
Why is this so hot?
Mydriasis, or dilated pupils, are a sign sexual arousal. Blacked out eyes are a sign of sexual arousal that’s gone beyond natural limits.
You might even call it… supernatural.
On the other hand, your pupillary reflex also relaxes upon death, so there’s that too.
To whoever made this you are a fucking genius my friend