Warning: This blog contains and excess of (but is not limited to) Sherlock, Doctor Who, Harry Potter, and British things in general. May also contain: Quotes related to my life as it is unfolding, thoughts, and on occasion a personal post, although those are rare. There is no method to the madness of this blog, and I like it that way.
“It’s a terrible thing, I think, in life to wait until you’re ready. I have this feeling now that actually no one is ever ready to do anything. There is almost no such thing as ready. There is only now. And you may as well do it now. Generally speaking, now is as good a time as any.”
Hugh Laurie (via larmoyante)
Sorry not sorry.
The men of tumblr unite. Because this is more than fighting the patriarchy, this is fighting for the voice of the people.
THE FUCK DID YOU SAY THE PATRIARCHY WAS UP TO?
I’M ON MY WAY.
Who is this how did you get this numb—THE PATRIARCHY IS DOING WHTA
SAVE SOME PATRIARCH BLOOD FOR US
3:01PM SYDNEY TIME
AW HELL NO
I’M COMIN YOU MOTHERFUCKERS I DON’T EVEN CARE IF THEY DON’T LET ME ON A PLANE
Fucking bro strider come out!! Omg HAHAHAAH I love theses guys
Meanwhile In England……
"Jolly great bit of Tea"
"THE PATRIARCHY DOING WHAT!?!!?!?!"
"Those Bloody Wankers!!!!!!"
"It Looks Like Tea Time Is Going To Have To Wait"
"It’s A Jolly Good Thing I kept My Old Equipment…."
"All Right Old Chaps, Im On My Way!!!"
I just reblogged this, but IT GOT BETTER.
Ladies and gentlemen, the British.
Fucking tally ho omggggg
You know, I think spending over a decade of your life with either Clint Barton OR Tony Stark will wear your face down into the same default expression.
…I know that look.
i need a movie that’s just pepper and nat and loki having a night on the town being sassy bitches and swapping war stories about their ridiculous pet superheroes
ridiculous pet superheroes
“Start ignoring people who threaten your joy.
Literally, ignore them.
Don’t invite any parts of them into your space.”
Alex Elle (via thatkindofwoman)
(Source: alexandraelle, via yburesque)
Sunday afternoon, I ain’t got shit to do but fall in love with you.
Sunday Afternoon on the Island of Grand Jatte (1886), Georges Seurat / ii. shadows, Childish Gambino
I want you.
Your lips on mine.
Your hands around my waist.
My lips on your neck.
My hands running through your hair.
I want you.
In my bed.
Right next to me.
Holding me tight.
Talking about anything.
Gentle kisses in between thoughts.
Our tired eyes holding contact.
Slowly falling asleep.
(Source: gaylauren, via say-anything-is-a-real-girl)
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