Today, when I got my test back, in communications, I stared at my name written by the teacher for a good portion of the time I was supposed to be reviewing it for errors. It was beautifully written in fancy script.

I mean  it’s her usual handwriting, but it was nicer and it was my name and it was in pen and dear god I might frame it.  o.o

odetotheponds:

“There is a time to live, and a time to sleep. You are an echo, River. Like Clara, like all of us. In the end, my fault, I know. But you should have faded by now.”

run-cause-hitler:

enayalate-h8-this-year:

bbanditt:

slett:

winchestercodependency:

ibecameacat:

what if all your fingers just turned into tongues… like what would you even do

dude people with vaginas would have the best time getting off

“People with vaginas”

what are those called again

I can’t remember

this is what yahoo payed 1.1billion dollars for 

“Some love was made for the lights. Some kiss your cheek and goodnight.”

billaba:

a boy and his box, off to see the universe.