The many identities of Stanley Tucci.
Submitted by b0h0-babe
Bon Iver and I went for a hike this afternoon. We stopped by a mountain stream for a while just to smell the cool air. He knew the names of all the trees and grasses. When I began to tire, he could sense it, and he started to whistle, clear and loud and strong. ‘What’s that you’re whistling, Bon Iver?’ I asked. ‘It’s a song my grandfather taught me. They used to whistle it in the foxholes to keep up morale.’ We kissed, and I could taste the bittersweetness of his memories.
i can’t breathe
You know what? We should release a single as The Game Of Thrones Boys, like, some kind of charity single which would sound awful. It would sound like the howling of the direwolves but it would be, you know, fun. (x)
(Source: matafari, via ralphmelish)
omg. what if people did this.
someone please photoshop, asap.
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