“He’s like fire and ice and rage. He’s like the night and the storm in the heart of the sun.”
(Source: sonicmeupjohnny)
I’m hungry.
My stomach is singing the song of it’s people.
Far over the big fridge-freezer cold.
To cupboards deep, and pantries old.
We must avast, ere break of fast,
Eat all the things-the grumble told.The hunger roaring on the height.
The stomach moaning in the night.
The thoughts were bread, with chocolate spread.
Our eyes like saucers glazed with light.have I declared that I love this site yet today
(Source: whtev-r)
I was trying out this anagram site and I was putting in the names of like everyone I know, and I decided to try Sherlock Holmes.
Guys…
BRB DYING
Sometimes I wish I was an octopus so I could slap eight people at once
(Source: milanlucheck)
(Source: coldaroundme)
When books are so well written, you have to read certain passages and sentences aloud because just seeing them is not enough, you need to hear and taste them and roll around in them for a couple of moments before you go on.
(Source: thesnowinthedarkness)
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(Source: frostymaggie)
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