February 2011
"Laugh so hard that even sorrow smiles at you. Live life so well that even death loves to see you live."
When you want to reblog something but a word is spelled wrong so you don't.
i thought i was the only one…
when you stare at a word so long that it starts to look weird and you begin to wonder why it's even a word and who came up with it and how did they know that's what it meant.
“She wasn’t bitter. She was sad, though.
But it was a hopeful kind of sad.
The kind of sad that just takes time.” —(via serialstranger)
But it was a hopeful kind of sad.
The kind of sad that just takes time.” —(via serialstranger)
“[Edwin’s] composure is just outstanding as is his organisation of the defenders. Wigan were terrific in the first 20 minutes and Van der Sar had to make some great saves, while Vida and Smalling had to keep sticking their heads in to clear things. It was an uncomfortable time for us. We played really well in the second half and had some fantastic opportunities. We opened them up time and time again and could have scored more. But I’m happy with 4-0.”
—Sir Alex Ferguson, summing up the game against Wigan (via fuckyeahmanchesterunited)
IF FIRE WERE WATER.
