At the beginning of the episode when we had no idea what was going on

When Kutner came back

When Amber came back

When Stacy came back

When Cameron came back

When Cameron told House he deserved to give up

When Cameron told House she loved him

When Foreman and Wilson got to the building

When the beam blocked House getting out

When they brought the body bag out and there were still fifteen minutes left

When people were speaking at the funeral

When the phone started ringing

When we found out House gave up his life to be around for Wilson’s last days

After the montage at the end

After the episode ended

Thanks for eight years!

(Source: kadrey, via handcuffs-and-cheese)
What an astonishing thing a book is. It’s a flat object made from a tree with flexible parts on which are imprinted lots of funny dark squiggles. But one glance at it and you’re inside the mind of another person, maybe somebody dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, an author is speaking clearly and silently inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people who never knew each other, citizens of distant epochs. Books break the shackles of time. A book is proof that humans are capable of working magic.
We spend most of our time and energy in a kind of horizontal thinking. We move along the surface of things. But there are times when we stop. We sit still. We lose ourselves in a pile of leaves or its memory. We listen and breezes from a whole other world begin to whisper.
where’d you learn to kiss?
i wish i had a suntan.