“He threw all those parties, hoping she’d wander in one night.”

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colormecrimson:

twitturds:

Did I Already Reblog That? the musical

Featuring the hit song, “Probably, But I Don’t Care.”

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titanic It’s been 84 years, and I can still smell the fresh paint. The china had never been used. The sheets had never been slept in. Titanic was called the Ship of Dreams, and it was. It really was.

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all-batman:

Nine pictures of

Dick Grayson as Nightwing

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What I say is, a town isn’t a town without a bookstore. It may call itself a town, but unless it’s got a bookstore it knows it’s not fooling a soul.
Neil Gaiman, American Gods (via excessivebookshelf)

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suicideblonde:

The Great Gatsby costumes by Catherine Martin

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littlebookthings:

Submission courtesy of a-study-in—tardis-blue

littlebookthings:

Submission courtesy of a-study-in—tardis-blue

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It’s a dream, Oswin. You dreamed it for yourself because the truth was too terrible.

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funkydeer:

every artemis fowl fan has like that beautiful shining moment of revelation in which they figure out the proper pronunciation of “eoin”

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cokekitty:

element-alchemist:

bedroom—hymns:

clusterphoque:

do you ever get weirded out by the fact that everyone around you is constantly within their own mind and thinking a million secret thoughts and battling internal struggles just like you and that you’re not the only one who thinks these things and that the people around you aren’t just faces meant to fill up your life but they’re actually really deep people who have a lot more to them than you ever actually even think about

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