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17

May

When you run with the Doctor, it feels like it will never end. But however hard you try, you can’t run forever. Everybody knows that everybody dies. And nobody knows it like the Doctor. But I do think that all the skies of all the worlds might just turn dark if he ever, for one moment, accepts it.
River Song, Forest of the Dead (via aidanwaiting)

16

May

You never knew exactly how much space you occupied in people’s lives.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via arpeggia)

contagioushappiness:

Everything about this post is perfect. Because growing up is for losers.

(Source: chattercrow)

13

May

vgkait:

It is the start of the year 2000, and something is wrong.
Husbands and wives wake up next to each other, scared. They don’t know who the person in the bed with them is. Who is this person? Why are they in my house? Is this my house? Is this their house?
They go out to investigate. A five-year-old child uses a Windows 98 computer in the living room. The child turns around, and asks, “Is it time for me to go to school, mommy?”
The world is in panic. The President of the United States, who awoke in the Oval Office with no knowledge of being elected, calls for a large-scale investigation.
After weeks of asking adults and children alike what is going on, and looking at the various public records, they realize that the children are not confused at all. The adults can only remember what last happened in 1989. However, the children that can speak say that they were born anywhere from 1991 to 1996. Public officials can only draw one conclusion.
To every adult, the 1990s never happened. The children, however, cannot have come from nowhere.
It doesn’t take long after this conclusion for them to realize that only 90s kids remember the 90s.

vgkait:

It is the start of the year 2000, and something is wrong.

Husbands and wives wake up next to each other, scared. They don’t know who the person in the bed with them is. Who is this person? Why are they in my house? Is this my house? Is this their house?

They go out to investigate. A five-year-old child uses a Windows 98 computer in the living room. The child turns around, and asks, “Is it time for me to go to school, mommy?”

The world is in panic. The President of the United States, who awoke in the Oval Office with no knowledge of being elected, calls for a large-scale investigation.

After weeks of asking adults and children alike what is going on, and looking at the various public records, they realize that the children are not confused at all. The adults can only remember what last happened in 1989. However, the children that can speak say that they were born anywhere from 1991 to 1996. Public officials can only draw one conclusion.

To every adult, the 1990s never happened. The children, however, cannot have come from nowhere.

It doesn’t take long after this conclusion for them to realize that only 90s kids remember the 90s.

Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough.
Ernest Hemingway  (via proudnewsunburns)

(Source: stonechimneys)

12

May

sarahgiveshi5s:

spn-fandom-breathing-heavily:

westbor0baptistchurch:

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

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not even risking that shit

Madame Zeroni is a bad bitch she’ll fuck your shit up

twigwise:

sparkafterdark:

There ya go.

The trifecta.

Man Spark’s always been the fucking boss at shit like this

bwaybabs:

fictitiousfake:

J.K Rowling said that her inspiration for Hagrid came from when she was 19  in a pub in the west country and this terrifying looking guy came in with these other biker guys and the only thing he talked to J.K about was how his cabbages were getting on

Ahahahahahahaha love.

Well, I can’t describe her exactly—except to say that she was beautiful. She was—tremendously alive.
F. Scott Fitzgerald   (via dans-la-mode-monamour)

(Source: rarararambles)