the world we wanted

Elizabeth. 20. ENTP. Slytherin. Interests: Fairy-tales, folktales, mythology, poetry, television, amateurish creative writing, even more amateurish drawing, doctor who, space travel, time travel, regular old travel, good omens (the book), community (the show), classic literature, modern literature, game of thrones, the meaning of life, terrible biology jokes, bbc sherlock, elementary, detective stories, crime shows, documentaries, kings, the borgias, politics, history, and rambling list structures. Also tattoos. And stand-up comedy.


I told you how this ends.

(via foriamsincerity)

"Some little girls grow up wanting ponies. I always wanted to be a widow."

(via numenorss)

"driving not washing," richard siken
"driving not washing," richard siken

(via zombres)

There is no Hell. No Heaven either. This world is what we make of it.

(via farneses)


Rihanna for Harper’s Bazaar Arabia

(via thymoss)

Maps are not copies, they are projections… When drawing up a map, a cartographer must choose between zenithal, gnomonic, stereographic, orthographic, globular, conical, cylindrical, or sinusoidal modes of projections. Each of these brings with it as many disadvantages as benefits. Projections are not neutral, natural, or ‘given’: they are constructed, configured, underpinned by various—and quite arbitrary—conventions… And yet, explicitly or not, all maps carry with them a certain claim; that this one is somehow truer than the others with which it competes.

Tom McCarthy, Mapping It Out: An Alternative Atlas of Contemporary Cartographies

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(via fuckyeahcartography)

Supernatural - Athena/Minerva

(via kgbees)

It is a myth! It does not exist! There is not a shred of evidence that Slytherin ever built so much as a secret broom cupboard!

(via fuckthestraightline)

If I was bound for hell let it be hell. No more false heavens. No more damned magic. You hate me and I hate you. We’ll see who hates best.
The Wide Sargasso Sea, Jean Rhys (via kassapti)

(via gatheringbones)


An amazing sunset east of Sonoita, Arizona. The sky was on fire from a monsoon thunderstorm and the setting sun of course, but an actual wildfire was off camera left of this image, which created a sky full of smoke and only enhanced the colors this night. I was amazed when I turned from the fire to look at this mountain…that the field of grass was actually reflecting the reds and oranges. It was stunning. A rainbow can faintly be seen over the mountain peak. Mike Olbinski

(via partially-stars)

That is…essentially, exactly the way it happened.

That is…essentially, exactly the way it happened.

(via manticoreimaginary)

I’ll break your heart.

Maybe I’ll break yours.

Nobody breaks my heart.

(via asriels)

Dark thing,
make a myth of yourself:

all women turn into lilacs,

all men grow sick of their errant scent.
You could learn

to build a window, to change flesh
into isinglass, nothing

but a brittle river, a love of bone.
Jennifer Chang, from “This Corner of the Western World,” The History of Anonymity (University of Georgia Press, 2008)

(via mirroir)

one day we’ll reveal the truth
that one will die before he gets there

(via jaimelannister)


A boy told me
if he roller-skated fast enough
his loneliness couldn’t catch up to him,

the best reason I ever heard
for trying to be a champion.

What I wonder tonight
pedaling hard down King William Street
is if it translates to bicycles.

A victory! To leave your loneliness
panting behind you on some street corner
while you float free into a cloud of sudden azaleas,
pink petals that have never felt loneliness,
no matter how slowly they fell.

(via spybrarian)