Meet me
in outer space
I'm Caroline, french, 17.
Imagination, bunnies, rain, curls, superwholock.
A penny for your thoughts, a dollar for your insides, a fortune for your disaster
Show me a hero, I'll write you a tragedy

fluffy-little-fallen-angel:

nudityandnerdery:

divawithanunspoiledagenda:

plumbones:

destiny919:

greenhoused:

which way does a cyclops wing their eyeliner

tumblr user greenhoused is asking the real questions

It doesn’t matter, because Nobody is going to criticize their makeup.

WAS THAT A MOTHER FRACKING ODYSSEY PUN

Well, it wasn’t a motherfucking Oedipus pun, that’s for sure.

I think I’ve found my favorite post

3 hours ago · 333,068 notes

eofelis:

eofelis:

but why are french people so rude!!" you ask

well

it’s because our national symbol is a cock

image

so we can’t help being dicks

this is my post with the most notes and it’s a dick joke

3 hours ago · 7,813 notes

kalliopetanith:

gollums-new-best-friend:

kimcuntdashian:

what really scares me is that i’m average i’m not really good at anything or really beautiful i’m going to live an average life with an average job an average income and die an average death with an average funeral and nobody is going to remember me

Van Gogh thought that too

That is really, really inspiring, actually.

3 hours ago · 528,506 notes

chad-hunter:

awesomephilia:

strippedtease:

okay BUT LOOK AT THIS FRENCH SUPPLY TEACHER HOLY SHIT



i was gonna reblog this for the booty he’s got going on but then i saw the hashtag and now I’m reblogging it for that alone.

iainanddaleks:

petercapaldme:

Can we talk about the fact that when Clara left the Doctor in the barn and they took off, that was probably THE FIRST TIME HE EVER HEARD THE TARDIS SOUND?? He loves that sound. He could fly her without making that sound, but he loves that sound. And the first time he ever heard it was when the terror under his bed kept him company when he was alone and scared and gave him courage.

That sound gives hope

1 day ago · 361 notes

qtxjess:

Whats that in the mirror, or the corner of your eye
What’s that footstep following, never passing by
Perhaps they’re not just waiting, perhaps when we’re all dead
Out they’ll come a slithering, from underneath the bed

1 day ago · 175 notes


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