it’s ironic that tumblr loves a film about how exciting and amazing it is to be outside
#well she didn’t have wifi so outside was the next best thing
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Breath, just breath
I am 21, living in WI, but Paris will always be my home. I have had a fear of needles for most of my life &&& have four tattoos &&& my navel pierced. J'ai appris les bons amis sont importants et difficiles à trouver. I made this to help me work through stuff by writing it out &&& find some AWESOME pictures. J'espère que vous apprécierez!
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I forgot my name was “bitch I might be” on Skype and called a friend
I’m gonna cry if this keeps getting notes. Pleas not another 1k post.
ooc; HAHAHAHAHAHAH OHMYGOD.
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my little brother wrote about me for school and this was one of the sentences he wrote. im sobbing “my sister is my role model because she can watch 12 years worth of law and order in 3 months”
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Maybe this time when I read Order of the Phoenix Sirius won’t die
He died.
I read somewhere that the definition of insanity is doing the same thing over again and expecting different results.
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prends-la-vie-comme-elle-vient:
AsylumWaiting Room of the Big Three.it’s funny because it looks like the sherlock fandom are sane here
Sherlock bustled about the kitchen, throwing a cupboard door open and pushing aside a box of nicotine patches to retrieve two mismatched mugs. A kettle whistled plaintively in the background, like it had been trying to draw attention to itself for a while now. Setting the mugs aside, Sherlock absently pulled the kettle off the stove, poured tea into the two mugs, and carried them into the living room.
Doctor Who was sprawled over the same chair it had collapsed into last night, when it had appeared at the door muttering inanely about lost regenerations and knackered navigations systems. It made a whining noise as Sherlock tucked the shock blanket it had thrown off in the night back around its shoulders.
Supernatural was in similar straits, curled up on the floor with a throw pillow and a tattered trench coat around its shoulders and alternating between sobbing and muttering about domesticity potential.
A thudding on the stairs indicated the ruckus had finally awoke Merlin, who poked its head into the room, hair sticking up at all angels as it tied its scarf around its neck. Blinking blearily at the mess, it seemed to realize what had occurred when it picked up a discarded bow-tie from the floor, holding it between forefinger and thumb, “Is it that time already?”
“It was bad this year,” Sherlock whispered, trying not to exacerbate the already fragile fandoms under its care.
“I remember what that was like,” Merlin muttered, running a hand through its hair and pulling a cape off the nearby coat rack, “I’ll go to the store. We’re out of milk again. May as well pick up some fish fingers, custard, and salt.”
Supernatural gurgled something quietly.
“No, I won’t forget the pie.”
Harry Potter unlocked the door to the room with a muttered “Alohomora” and walked quietly into the room.
“You might need some help with this,” said the long-since-forgotten fandom. Sherlock nodded pleadingly after pressing a finger to the lips.
“Please. Merlin’s getting the milk,”
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Would you just look at her? She’s practically bursting off her skin with giddiness and teenage excitement and goofy anticipation. All fidgeting, like she can’t contain want and love for him. Licking her lips like tasting him more, and getting drunk on this taste. It has been, what? 20 years, since they have known each other, around 10 years since they have been married, and she still acts like completely smitten with him. Like they have just snogged for the first time and his taste, his warmth, his closeness affects every fiber of senses and nerves in her body. That hunger, that flirting, just ridiculous happiness beaming off her. Because she found her place - by his side, everything she would ever want from life - in his closeness. Once again, she confirms that he is the one, the one and only. And she has got noticeable lines on her eyes, they have been through so much, death, losses, they grew up, grew old, learned each other anew, and yet that longing for each other remains, unshattered, maybe stronger than ever before. Because now they know that nothing can touch them. That they are invincible. And after all that she still wants him and loves him like it is their first time.
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It’s just time that runs between us
It’s the ocean underneath us
It’s the picture that won’t fade away
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