Fuck, my tea.
- me approximately an hour after every time I make tea (via madopiano)


when you do all of the work for a “group” project


  “A scarlet steam engine was waiting next to a platform  packed with people. A sign overhead said Hogwarts Express, eleven o’clock. Harry looked behind him and saw a wrought-iron archway where the barrier had been, with  the words Platform Nine and Three-Quarters on it.
  Smoke from the engine drifted over the heads of the chattering crowd, while cats of every color wound here and there between their legs. Owls hooted to one another in a disgruntled sort of way over the babble and the scraping of heavy trunks.”

Happy September 1st, y’all!
I am unable to describe exactly what is the matter with me. Now and then there are horrible fits of anxiety, apparently without cause.
- Vincent Van Gogh (via pieridaes)


the les mis fandom actually terrifies me because its been around for like 300 years in some form and every so often a movie happens and it rises like a sea serpent from the ocean, swallows two of my dearest friends and retreats beneath the waves for another few centuries



Paper Art, Maude White

and I didn’t want to cut out bat silhouettes 

One of my colleagues at work said she thought that the rape scene between Jaime and Cersei in season 4 of Game of Thrones “wasn’t that bad” and “wasn’t really” rape and I really wish I could respect her views but I am so not okay with that.

It was rape, it was horrible, I can’t believe there are people thinking it was okay because it just wasn’t.


Liz Climo on Tumblr.


Liz Climo on Tumblr.


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