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Hey guys, I’m working for Atlantic Records this summer and have started an awesome blog for our company. Basically it’s a forum for all music to stay up to date on contemporary media. Check it out :) Love you all!

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Rules of A Lady Tumblr

Sometimes when I read the Rules of A Lady suggestions, I feel like they have no idea what they’re talking about. They’re telling me to play games with the hearts of men I want to attract and act skanky enough to attract attention but no skanky enough to make people think I’m a whore? How about you just be yourself? People, please take this tumblr with a grain of salt. A LOT of their advice is JUST PLAIN WRONG. 

Lee Pace. I want you.

Lee Pace. I want you.

(Source: unrealizedhotties)


Dear Holly,
I don’t have much time. I don’t mean literally, I mean, you’re out buying ice cream and you’ll be home soon… but I have a feeling this is the last letter. Because there’s only one thing left to tell you. It isn’t to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp. You can take care of yourself without any help from me. It’s to tell you how much you move me. How you changed me. You made me a man by loving me, Holly… and for that I am eternally grateful. Literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you’re sad…or unsure…or you lose complete faith… that you’ll try and see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I’m a man with no regrets. How lucky am I? You made my life, Holly, but I’m just one chapter in yours. There’ll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don’t be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal when life as you know it ends.
P.S. I will always love you.

Dear Holly,

I don’t have much time. I don’t mean literally, I mean, you’re out buying ice cream and you’ll be home soon… but I have a feeling this is the last letter. Because there’s only one thing left to tell you. It isn’t to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp. You can take care of yourself without any help from me. It’s to tell you how much you move me. How you changed me. You made me a man by loving me, Holly… and for that I am eternally grateful. Literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you’re sad…or unsure…or you lose complete faith… that you’ll try and see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I’m a man with no regrets. How lucky am I? You made my life, Holly, but I’m just one chapter in yours. There’ll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don’t be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal when life as you know it ends.

P.S. I will always love you.

(via 123bpm)

A tiger mother lost her cubs from premature labour. Shortly after she became depressed, her health declined & she was diagnosed with depression. So they wrapped up piglets in tiger cloth & gave them to the tiger. The tiger now loves these pigs & treats them like her babies.
We all just want someone to love.

A tiger mother lost her cubs from premature labour. Shortly after she became depressed, her health declined & she was diagnosed with depression. So they wrapped up piglets in tiger cloth & gave them to the tiger. The tiger now loves these pigs & treats them like her babies.

We all just want someone to love.

What? I just had a big meal.

What? I just had a big meal.

Those moments when something so wonderful happens to you

that you can’t help but bury your face in your hands, jump up and down, and squeal. Weeeeeeeeeeeeeee :)