torisora:

the only mystery worth solving

my clara, my impossible girl

clara in doctor who, season 7

(Source: oswald-souffle)

Much of my life had been devoted to trying not to cry in front of people who loved me. You clench your teeth. You look up. You tell yourself that if they see you cry, it will hurt them, and you will be nothing but a sadness in their lives, and you must not become a mere sadness, so you will not cry, and you say all of this to yourself while looking up at the ceiling, and then you swallow even though your throat does not want to close and you look at the person who loves you and smile

John Green

dean-ilostmyshoe:

loverstabbedaswordthroughmyheart:

i-was-so-alone-and-iou-so-much:

vangoghstars:

sparkafterdark:

glamour-parade:

How do you politely tell someone that you want them naked on top of you

I’m pretty much positive that’s why poetry was even invented in the first place.

for the constellations of your skin to brush against
the earth of mine
i would swim the seas a thousand times

(please let’s fuck now)

That was beautiful

poets

who knew ed sheeran was on tumblr??

(Source: surf4ces)

(Source: rosereturns)

lenasheadey:

- (by elanorjarque)

(Source: captaingillan)

hawkeye-i-cuar:

GUYS GUYS GUYS

psilentasincjelli:

If I ever tell you I’m going to sleep and then you see me posting or liking things online for about an hour immediately after that, I promise I wasn’t lying to you, I’m just bad at going to sleep and it is usually a long process that begins with disengaging from any sort of immediate contact with people (chats, for example) and ends when everything on my screen is blurry and I’m hallucinating plot points I haven’t written yet