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onlyamethyst: orgasm: sleaz-e: williambeckett: i-rrelevantthoughts: sleaz-e: So there’s this guy that comes into Jimmy Johns every single Tuesday with his wife. She would order a BLT he would get a #1 and every time they both would get a soda, and split a cookie. But recently, about two months ago, his wife died of cancer (she always wore a bandana on her head from her hair-loss from chemotherapy.) But still, every single Tuesday, he comes in and orders his #1, a BLT for her, two sodas, and a cookie that he breaks in half, and sits at the table that they always used to sit at. He eats his food and stares out the window most of the time, probably waiting for her to come back to their special spot. This breaks my heart. what does he do with her food thats such a waste He usually just leaves it there and we end up throwing it away.. It always makes me feel guilt for throwing her food out. How can you say that is a waste of food as your response to that whole story? Lighten up and read the story. That gave me instant chills though. Crying. 26,784 notes
train-lights: -loner: horizontal poem this is perfect. i don’t know what else to say love this 105,285 notes
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Heath Ledger as the Joker skate boarding over Christian Bale as Batman while they take a break on the set of The Dark Knight. You can all quit your lives now. Single greatest picture in the history of pictures and internet. 484,739 notes
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