Remembering comes in flashbacks and echoes; tell myself it’s time now, gotta let go. But moving on is impossible when I still see it all in my head, burning red. — Taylor Swift, Red.
I’m from Vancouver! You know what they call this in the ‘Couve’? Barbecue weather!
— Robyn on How I Met Your Mother, in reference to a hurricane.
Not that anybody calls Vancouver “the ‘Couve.’” Nor do we have hurricanes but okay that’s fine y’all are just jealous.
GPOY. GPOY. GPOY. GPOY.
i don’t think you understand my love for will smith.
(Source: littleshinee, via unafraidunashamed)
Again, I love the Richmond Night Market.
(Source: the-runaway-path, via featherfall)
Behold the Man upon a cross,
My sin upon His shoulders
Ashamed I hear my mocking voice,
Call out among the scoffers
Why should I gain from His reward?
I cannot give an answer
But this I know with all my heart
His wounds have paid my ransom
There’s only one thing wrong with this picture.