thespacehairandthespaceidiot

mygalfriday:

Summary: She opens the door, peering out into the evening gloom and hoping to see her husband riding up the lane but the lane is empty. She can’t even hear the sound of his horse in the distance. Leaning into the door and curling her fingers around the handle, Alex swallows the lump in her throat and breathes into the fog, “Where are you, darling?”

Rating: M

A/N: Story title from Persephone by Ron Koertge.

megsblood

harrysthefather:

harrysthefather:

does anyone ever like get all happy bc when u wipe theres no blood and u think your period is over so u stop wearing pads/tampons but then like 3 hours later u go to the bathroom adn u cry bc ur underwear is ruined and u were wrong and betrayed by ur vagina 

i dont know if youre reblogging this because you’re agreeing with me or laughing at me 

dontblinkcleverboy
toska [tohs-kah]
(noun) An untranslatable, Russian word – Vladimir Nabokov describes it best: “No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody or something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom.”  (via les-espaces-et-les-sentiments)
riversongbadass-whovian-overload

thatonegaykid413:

ask-gallows-callibrator:

homosexual-titan:

this is my favourite version you cant stop me

THIS IS GREAT BECAUSE THIS IS WHAT WOULD IT WOULD HAVE ACTUALLY SOUNDED LIKE FROM LIKE— ELSE’A PERSPECTIVE OR SOME TINY UNNOTICEABLE FAIRY THAT MAKES NO SOUND 
REMEMBER, WHEN DISNEY CHARACTERS BURST OUT INTO SONG THEY DONT HEAR THE MUSIC, JUST THEM AND WHATS HAPPENING AROUND THEM 
AND THIS REALLY PUTS INTO PERSPECTIVE JUST HOW 
fucking weird these assholes are i mean like seriously what the fuck 

this is great