Reading:Storm Front
Listening:Mr Mr and Growl
Watching:One Piece Hunter x Hunter
19 London,GB Female
Icon source leighs-lair at LJ
I tag my spoilers as "spoilers" with the exception of spn in which case "spn spoilers"
Cut the poetry,Watson
I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence, and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong.
“Reading was my escape and my comfort, my consolation, my stimulant of choice: reading for the pure pleasure of it, for the beautiful stillness that surrounds you when you hear an author's words reverberating in your head.”
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"Everything? Like, uh… like ignoring us? Or like bolting off with the angel tablet then losing it, ‘cause you didn’t trust me? You didn’t trust me.”

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Dear Roberta Sparrow, I have reached the end of your book and there are so many things that I need to ask you. Sometimes I’m afraid of what you might tell me. Sometimes I’m afraid that you’ll tell me that this is not a work of fiction. I can only hope that the answers will come to me in my sleep. I hope that when the world comes to an end, I can breathe a sigh of relief, because there will be so much to look forward to.

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I guess that’s what happens in the end, you start thinking about the beginning.



its so sad that every boy who dresses remotely nice is labeled as gay like that’s not even offensive to gay people it just means straight boys dress like shit 

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this drawing is about a year old. back then, someone told me that there is a strange sense of depression in what I draw. hmm I wonder if that “strange sense of depression” still shows now.

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Stoker (2013)

My ears hear what others cannot hear; small faraway things people cannot normally see are visible to me. These senses are the fruits of a lifetime of longing, longing to be rescued, to be completed. Just as the skirt needs the wind to billow, I’m not formed by things that are of myself alone. I wear my father’s belt tied around my mother’s blouse, and shoes which are from my uncle. This is me. Just as a flower does not choose its color, we are not responsible for what we have come to be. Only once you realize this do you become free, and to become adult is to become free.

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team free will

the new cain | the boy king | the fallen angel

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Rushmore (1998), dir. Wes Anderson

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