i’m afraid it’s time for another hiatus. my third (and last!) paper for this term is due on the 15th and, lo and behold! tumblr surprisingly doesn’t do any good for my productivity. so if you happen to see me around here despite my resolution, please feel free to give me a kick up the arse.

have a great time and enjoy whatever it is that you’re doing right now


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I need to get to know the place again, breathe it in –
feel every quiver of its beating heart. x
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Their fortress became a tomb; the city rotted away:
Those who should have braced it up, the multitudes, were bones on the ground.
— The Ruins, rendered from the Old English by Yusef Komunyakaa and printed in The Word Exchange (Ed. Greg Delanty.
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the one TRUE secret to a great sex life






the one TRUE secret to a great sex life



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May we take sometime today to remember the author who proved to all that fantasy is not only escapism, but an inherent and vital part of the human being. To the man, whose stories were always a light to me in dark places, thank you.

- Talytha

(if you know the credits to the last painting, send me please)

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Andrew Scott in Pride [x]

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Let’s go home.

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"Don’t take a nude pic if you’re a famous woman and don’t want it leaked."


"Don’t wear a hoodie if you don’t want to be mistaken for a criminal and shot."

"Don’t get drunk at a party if you don’t want to be sexually assaulted."

"Don’t argue with a cop if you don’t want to get killed."

"Don’t walk home by yourself if you don’t want to get raped."

Victim blaming 101: Everyone should live in fear from ever doing anything.

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Don’t pointless things have a place, too, in this far-from-perfect world?
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Can you imagine it, though?

It’s early on in their friendship when a honey bee gets into 221B through the window. John gets up, grabs his empty mug and news paper from his chair side table, and moves towards the buzzing, and Sherlock- fearing the worst is about to happen- opens his mouth to stop him.

His protest is cut short by the sight of John catching, not squashing, the wayward fella between the mug and newspaper.

When John walks to the open window and shakes the mug until the bee flies away, Sherlock’s cheeks are most definitely NOT burning and his heart HAS NOT expanded three times its normal size and he is most definitely not pointedly NOT staring at John because he is impossibly amazing.

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I’m so dissatisfied with how my life is turning out but at the same time I don’t really change anything and I’m just sad about everything and now I have to start on my term paper but I have zero motivation ugh



bye bye tumblr, I hope whoever reads this has a better day/week than me 

*wraps you in a shock blanket and hugs you tight*

we’ve all been there, my love. if you feel like talking, please know that i’m there for you 24/7. please don’t forget to take care of yourself, especially if you’re feeling sad. don’t beat yourself up over doing nothing to change this. sometimes change needs time and strength that you haven’t got yet. remember: a paper for university is not more important than your well-being (and it doesn’t define your worth as a person, seriously, i will never get tired of stressing this). it’s just an assignment and you can do it. you’re smart as hell and i’m sure you’ve got a lot of interesting stuff to say. motivation is an arsehole but also overrated: look at me, i’ve written two papers completely without it ;)  


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Default Blues
Frightened Rabbit - The Woodpile (180)


Frightened Rabbit - Default Blues

What are you running from? 

The past may die but it’s never gone

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