videri quam esse

Ben | 30 | Mostly Harmless I hit home runs without stepping up to the plate, and I bake delectable desserts with the intensity of my gaze. England’s top rugby teams scout me for my sense of smell and rugged handsomeness, David Tennant styles his hair to imitate mine, and Harry Potter is a loose biography of my life so far. I have been in a morgue. I am both an unstoppable force and an immovable object. Schrödinger’s Cat is actually dead, thanks to me. I consume slightly more water per week than the average human. I have traveled the world, supped with kings, pirated cargo ships, faxed documents, discovered elements, and dressed myself in the morning. I built Rome in a day. I was the last person to see the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, and the first to eat Wonder Bread.

[thetimethatisgivenus]

Nietzsche Family Circus

[iraffiruse]

[floraizon]

[sandandglass]

[emmafrostyyy]

Men still have trouble recognizing that a woman can be complex, can have ambition, good looks, sexuality, erudition, and common sense. A woman can have all those facets, and yet men, in literature and in drama, seem to need to simplify women, to polarize us as either the whore or the angel.

[chastelorearchive]

[afternoonsnoozebutton]

(Cyanide & Happiness) 

[weskit-deactivated20141112]

[incidentalcomics]

[laughingsquid]

Message to a Graduate

[tyrion-lannister]

[elijahwood]

“Don’t leave me here alone. Don’t go where I can’t follow.”

[ohudifjkjdsjkhgjfdkjshgfd]

[takes a plane to your house] [kicks down your door] [stomps into your room] [glares in your face] heard u were talkin shit about boromir

[rosetylear]

[youpagedme-deactivated20160512]

[catbushandludicrous]

[kiwikiwiandkiwi]

“It’s just a sword,” she said, aloud this time… but it wasn’t. Needle was Robb and Bran and Rickon, her mother and her father, even Sansa. Needle was Winterfell’s grey walls, and the laughter of its people. Needle was the summer snows, Old Nan’s stories, the heart tree with its red leaves and scary face, the warm earthy smell of the glass gardens, the sound of the north wind rattling the shutters of her room. Needle was Jon Snow’s smile. He used to mess my hair and call me “little sister,” she remembered, and suddenly there were tears in her eyes.

[queenbitchcarly]