C., 30, Italian.
Where do I stand in this light, which does not strictly exist?


Stella Berkofsky

You know the sound the TARDIS makes—that wheezing, groaning? That sounds brings hope wherever it goes. 

Each year, the Great Pumpkin rises out of the pumpkin patch that he thinks is the most sincere. He’s gotta pick this one. He’s got to. I don’t see how a pumpkin patch can be more sincere than this one. You can look around and there’s not a sign of hypocrisy. Nothing but sincerity as far as the eye can see.


Holliday Grainger + princess material


“Broadchurch” (Chris Chibnall, 2013-?)


nevverThank God it’s Frida



Social Media Rolls

a commentary on the ceaseless consumption of social media, illustrated here by the metaphor of eating sushi - a delicious food consumed so quickly that one never seems to get ful(filled).

by http://radcomrad.com/

you are the most beautiful treasure that this vatican contains.

The Broken Tower was easier still. They made a tall tower together, kneeling side by side to roll it smooth, and when they’d raised it Sansa stuck her fingers through the top, grabbed a handful of snow, and flung it full in his face. Petyr yelped, as the snow slid down under his collar.

“That was unchivalrously done, my lady.”

“As was bringing me here, when you swore to take me home.”

She wondered where this courage had come from, to speak to him so frankly. From Winterfell, she thought. I am stronger within the walls of Winterfell. 

A Storm of Swords / A Song of Ice and Fire