i really want to carry a torch in a cave just like one time

(Source: seven-lilies)

I spent my life folded between the pages of books.
In the absence of human relationships I formed bonds with paper characters. I lived love and loss through stories threaded in history; I experienced adolescence by association. My world is one interwoven web of words, stringing limb to limb, bone to sinew, thoughts and images all together. I am a being comprised of letters, a character created by sentences, a figment of imagination formed through fiction.
— Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me (via observando)

Goals for 2k14: 90s teen movie insults.


Goals for 2k14: 90s teen movie insults.

(Source: fuckyeah1990s)



canonically always sucking face

via: hebeiris
source: arpeggia

Gustav Klimt - Death and Life, 1916


Gustav Klimt - Death and Life, 1916


(Source: voldermorte)

I can’t believe how well I’m getting on with my cousin! I’ve decided that if I do ever move to London in a few years she’d actually be the perfect housemate.



idk about u but im feeling 22
pounds overweight



*puts snapchat text over area of insecurity* 



SONEVA FUSHI - Jungle Reserve

In the North Baa Atoll region of the Maldives, is the amazing paradise island of Kunfunadhoo, home to Soneva Fushi luxury resort.



Just imagine though, the Muggleborn 11 year olds show up at Hogwarts, get sorted, enjoy the great feast, and start settling into their dorms all excited about the first year at wizard school. Then they remember, just as the prefect is leaving, “Oh I almost forgot to ask, what’s the wifi password?”
And the pure blood prefect gives them a puzzled look, “What’s ‘wifi?’”
And just like that, Hogwarts is a terrifying place.


Robb took them all the way down to the end, past Grandfather and Brandon and Lyanna, to show them their own tombs. Sansa kept looking at the stubby little candle, anxious that it might go out. Old Nan had told her there were spiders down here, and rats as big as dogs. Robb smiled when she said that. “There are worse things than spiders and rats,” he whispered. “This is where the dead walk.” That was when they heard the sound, low and deep and shivery. Baby Bran had clutched at Arya’s hand. When the spirit stepped out of the open tomb, pale white and moaning for blood, Sansa ran shrieking for the stairs, and Bran wrapped himself around Robb’s leg, sobbing. Arya stood her ground and gave the spirit a punch. It was only Jon, covered with flour. “You stupid,” she told him, “you scared the baby,” but Jon and Robb just laughed and laughed, and pretty soon Bran and Arya were laughing too.
The memory made Arya smile, and after that the darkness held no more terrors for her. […] She was going home. Everything would be better once she was home again, safe behind Winterfell’s grey granite walls.

(Source: jimbuckybarnes)