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moodboard: newt scamander
my philosophy is that worrying means you suffer twice.
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there was a flash of blinding green light and a rushing sound, as though a vast, invisible something was soaring through the air—
#role model
Disquiet 2015. graphite on paper.
What’s wrong, Harry?
if you wake up while McDonald’s is still serving breakfast then you’re doing good
doesnt mcdonalds have all day breakfast now?
if you wake up at all then you’re doing good
Well, I could be your zoomer.
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“a woman of such breathtaking beauty that the room seemed to have become strangely airless.”
doctor who meme ♡ [1/10] episodes ↳ The Angels Take Manhattan
Hello, old friend, and here we are. You and me, on the last page. By the time you read these words, Rory and I will be long gone. So know that we lived well, and were very happy. And above all else, know that we will love you, always. Sometimes I do worry about you, though. I think once we’re gone, you won’t be coming back here for a while, and you might be alone, which you should never be. Don’t be alone, Doctor. And do one more thing for me. There’s a little girl waiting in a garden. She’s going to wait a long while, so she’s going to need a lot of hope. Go to her. Tell her a story. Tell her that if she’s patient, the days are coming that she’ll never forget. Tell her she’ll go to sea and fight pirates. She’ll fall in love with a man who’ll wait two-thousand years to keep her safe. Tell her she’ll give hope to the greatest painter who ever lived and save a whale in outer space. Tell her this is the story of Amelia Pond. And this is how it ends.
Who’s the more foolish, the fool, or the fool who follows him?
Bit fairy tale.
our stories aren’t over yet. no, they’re not.
personal reminder: stop being so fucking hard on yourself