Read, Write, Live

Oh, hello. I'm Mel and I am a nerd. And by nerd, I mean nerd by the definition that I "love stuff. Like jump up and down in the chair, can't control [my]self, love it." If you know who originally said that, you win.

I read, I write, I watch TV and movies obsessively and I spend a great deal of time on YouTube.

I'm learning as I live, living as I laugh and laughing as I crash and burn.
crazy152chase:

For the firefly and castle fandoms…

crazy152chase:

For the firefly and castle fandoms…

I don’t know what’s happening, but I’m into it

(via tessaviolet)

bookoisseur:

wanderingweasleys:

shardwick:

Fun at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes.

#ActualSiblings

The look on her face.

"I have been dealing with this for 10 years. You don’t even know."

(via lexxiee15)

I swear to every heaven ever imagined,
if I hear one more dead-eyed hipster
tell me that art is dead, I will personally summon Shakespeare
from the grave so he can tell them every reason
why he wishes he were born in a time where
he could have a damn Gmail account.
The day after I taught my mother
how to send pictures over Iphone she texted
me a blurry image of our cocker spaniel ten times in a row.
Don’t you dare try to tell me that that is not beautiful.
But whatever, go ahead and choose to stay in
your backwards-hoping-all-inclusive club
while the rest of us fall in love over Skype.
Send angry letters to state representatives,
as we record the years first sunrise so
we can remember what beginning feels like when
we are inches away from the trigger.
Lock yourself away in your Antoinette castle
while we eat cake and tweet to the whole universe that we did.
Hashtag you’re a pretentious ass hole.
Van Gogh would have taken 20 selflies a day.
Sylvia Plath would have texted her lovers
nothing but heart eyed emojis when she ran out of words.
Andy Warhol would have had the worlds weirdest Vine account,
and we all would have checked it every morning while we
Snap Chat our coffee orders to the people
we wish were pressed against our lips instead of lattes.
This life is spilling over with 85 year olds
rewatching JFK’s assassination and
7 year olds teaching themselves guitar over Youtube videos.
Never again do I have to be afraid of forgetting
what my fathers voice sounds like.
No longer must we sneak into our families phonebook
to look up an eating disorder hotline for our best friend.
No more must I wonder what people in Australia sound like
or how grasshoppers procreate.
I will gleefully continue to take pictures of tulips
in public parks on my cellphone
and you will continue to scoff and that is okay.
But I hope, I pray, that one day you will realize how blessed
you are to be alive in a moment where you can google search
how to say I love you in 164 different languages.

zayndehaan:

marvel movies that need to be made, stat.

(via midnighttypewriter)

Harry + Ashton dance

spicy-vagina-tacos:

maplehoofs:

WHY

THIS IS WHY GOD DOESNT TALK TO US ANYMORE

(via troyesivan)

mydrunkkitchen:

Shameless regram from @closetrich. (Fabrics on my body brought to you by @topshop @puma @kipperclothiers @stellamccartney @jbrandjeans)

steampunktendencies:

Treehouse, Redmond, USA, by Steve Rondel http://goo.gl/B4RMuF

Steve Rondel’s children grew up before he could finish this exeptional treehouse. He started it 20 years ago when his oldest son was 5. Now he is looking for grandchildren to give him an excuse to push on.” 

Here’s Looking At You, Kid // The Gaslight Anthem cover

Ruby is so brilliant.

knuffelvos:

wear your armor

whether it’s makeup, a band tshirt, your fandom pins, tattoos, jewelry, your favorite ripped pair of jeans, or something no one else can touch or see like your favorite song repeating like a mantra in your head, the sound of your own heartbeat, or the knowledge that you were brave enough to get out of bed today when everything else inside you said “no”

wear your armor and kick ass

(via midnighttypewriter)

Groot was just trying to help (◕‿◕✿)

(via lexxiee15)

" Guess what? David Burtka and I got married over the weekend. In Italy. Yup, we put the ‘n’ and ‘d’ in ‘husband.’ " x

(via fuckyeahjosswhedon)