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"Even then he was clinging to the quality of her sugar-flawed skin, the high wild bush the bed pillows made of her hair, her bitten nails, the heartbreaking way she stood, toes pointed in. Even then, listening to her talk, to the terrible things she said, he felt he was losing the timbre of her voice and what happened to her eyelids when they made love."

Jazz by Toni Morrison (via thechocolatebrigade)

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"Life, in her experience, had a kind of velvet luster. You looked at yourself from one perspective and all you saw was weirdness. Move your head a little bit, though, and everything looked reasonably normal."

— Jonathan Franzen, The Corrections  (via honeyforthehomeless)

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doctorwho:

TARDIS full of tea

You couldn’t be more British if you tried

muffystopheles:

Lookit lookit lookit what Jen got me! 

IT’S A TARDIS!
WITH TEA ON THE INSIDE!
TWININGS TEA!

*geeks out*


The sweetest thing is that the TARDIS she bought separately then had the mind to go buy tea for me (in blue bags, naturally). <3

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dcu:

sarahj-art:

Rain makes for excellent brooding.
Ordinary Batman Adventures.
I love rain. And coffee. 

This might be my favorite activity

dcu:

sarahj-art:

Rain makes for excellent brooding.

Ordinary Batman Adventures.

I love rain. And coffee. 

This might be my favorite activity

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(Source: bradleyjam)

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2/50 pictures of Colin Morgan

2/50 pictures of Colin Morgan

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"Read books for pleasure. Buy old books you hope to dive into someday, even if you never do. Cherish the weight of a book on your chest as you fall asleep on a lazy winter afternoon. Books will still be here in 1,000 years. Pinterest will not."

A graduation message from an analog dad to a digital son (via slim)

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"Most people do not listen with the intent to understand; they listen with the intent to reply."

— Stephen R. Covey (via ohmoomers)

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" The woods are never solitary—they are full of whispering, beckoning, friendly life. But the sea is a mighty soul, forever moaning of some great, unshareable sorrow, which shuts it up into itself for all eternity. "

L.M. Montgomery, Kilmeny of the Orchard (via seabois)

(via seabois)