heartbeat of the universe.

+dolores, 20, bisexual, infp would you like an adventure now, or shall we have our tea first? —peter pan, j.m. barrie

[circleturk]

Thanks y'all

Hillary is currently losing Florida by less than 60,000 votes cuz y'all just had to protest vote and give Johnson and Stein a combined 250,000 votes (out of the roughly 12 million Florida will cast) cuz “I hate them both” well guess what the screaming yam has a legitimate shot at being in charge

[kit-harington]

[zaddysgirl]

mood

[shanesmadej]

“The price of freedom is high, it always has been, and it’s a price I’m willing to pay. And if I’m the only one, then so be it. But I’m willing to bet I’m not.”

[awaywardmind]

new genre concept: soft apocalypse

the world as we know it has ended and mother nature starts taking back what’s hers. there are no zombies or cannibals or murderous bandits. the most valued members of the community are those who know how to garden and farm, sew and weave, treat wounds, work wood or build with bricks, cook from scratch. 

people bond together to begin rebuilding instead of killing each other. everyone teaches each other whatever they do know and works together to figure out the stuff none of them know. books become incredibly valued resources because they’re often the only way to learn critical information. if someone is elderly, disabled, or otherwise unable to work at the same level as most of the community, they’re taken care of by the others, not told any sort of “survival of the fittest” bs.

as the generations ware on, communities begin expanding into small cities. some of the settlements even find ways to repurpose solar or wind power on a small scale and have electricity in some of their buildings. storytellers wander the countryside telling tales of the old world in return for some hot stew or a place to rest for the night, and the mythos of the new world start to incorporate elements of the past. the only thing that remains constant is that humans survive, and they do it by working together.

[c3rvida3]

My boss, who is a grown woman with children my age, just whispered, “Oh, this is going to be so fucking efficient,” before spraying Febreze directly into the ceiling fan and proceeding to cough her guts out when it blew back in her face.

[correct-vampire-opinions]

me

[pressquad]

[thefiner-things]

wish i had a cute girl layin on my chest so i can kiss her head and fall asleep w her

[yinnezha]

Magical mosquitos, Ronan said, smacking his arm. What a great place this is.

[queerlittlecreature-deactivated]

Honestly fuck the whole “queer people are just like you!” Respectability bullshit. I’m not like cishets thats the whole point, and a lot of lgbt people ARENT. I’m here for flamboyance, for butch girls who make old people uncomfortable, for trans people who dont pass. I’m here for all of us who are very obviously different, not just the upper/middle class cis white gay and lesbians with a picket fence and 2 kids.

[doublesslightpeppa-deactivated2]

@ all my girls with round faces do not be self conscious abt ur chubby cheeks u kno whats also round????? the moon!!! and she is the most beautiful celestial being 

[thehappyhooker-deactivated20190]

I have actually always been jealous of girls with round faces! I think it’s really cute

[demonicvulcan]

my type of otp: slowly the insults become terms of endearment

[herhmione]

moodboards: remus lupin

“give five signs that identify the werewolf. excellent question… one: he’s sitting on my chair. two: he’s wearing my clothes. three: his name’s remus lupin… ”

[youffievalentine]

charlie heaton, by natalia dyer  //  natalia dyer, by charlie heaton

“A great photograph is one that fully expresses what one feels, in the deepest sense, about what is being photographed.”  ―Ansel Adams 

[peachylune]

💛💛💛

[sirxusblack]

      No story lives unless someone wants to listen. 

[rvnskys-blog]

me, finally getting a chance to say something I've thought about for twelve days straight: oh, hey, that reminds me, funny thing, this just came to mind but

[astreiants-archive]

What am I doing here? Wylan wondered again. He found himself gnawing on his thumb and forced himself to stop. He was here for Inej. She’d saved their lives more than once, and he wasn’t going to forget that. He was here because he desperately needed the money. And if there was another reason, a tall, lanky reason with a too-strong taste for games of chance, he wasn’t going to think about that right now. [x]

[ondoinganevildeedblues]

best sleeping conditions: freezing fucking cold room but layers and layers of blankets