thegamesafoot:

heckyeahneilmcneil:

My heart

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How could I not reblog this!

I am now a redhead. Not Karen-Gillan-redhead, but a bit darker than Florence-Welch-redhead. I love it. I am going to be a redhead until I’m old enough to grow a full silver mane.

Now for a tl;dr self reminder that you can feel free to skip: The trips to spend a weekend in Royston Vasey are getting less and less frequent. I enjoy the road trip, but nothing beats coming back home. Our home. Where our arses are. I love being in Lisbon, and everything is still new to me. I love having my own place where I get to be the fucking queen. I love our flat with its big bedroom and the bed we chose ourselves. I love that it is mostly sunny around here. I love that it is seldom cold. I love that our place gets lots of sunlight during the day. I truly love the view. I love that we live in a quiet and safe place. I love our neighbors, they’re friendly, polite and respectful and we don’t even know their names. I love this stage of our life so much that I’m everyday grateful.

That is all.

gh2u:

Django Reinhardt

Accurate

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thehystericalsociety:

Boogeymen - part of a series of eerie stereoviews - dated 1923 (Via)

A rare vintage photograph of an onna-bugeisha, one of the female warriors of the upper social classes in feudal Japan.

Often mistakenly referred to as “female samurai”, female warriors have a long history in Japan, beginning long before samurai emerged as a warrior class.

"NÃO ME LEMBRO DE NADA, SÓ QUE A CAPA DO LIVRO ESTÁ ESCRITA A GORDO."

Tiny, cool and all mine :)

The Ninth Doctor in cute form by my lovely friend, Deri. Honestly, check her stuff. I can’t praise her enough, she makes tiny felt dolls working them into amazing layers of detail, and her historical dolls are the sweetest eyecandy.

I am very happy with how this order came out and I already placed another for a companion. I love my little Nine. He is, in one word:

P.S.: check out her Ten!

filmspiration:

(by tango-)

"(…) If you get loud, everyone else gets louder to top you. And then everyone’s shouting and nobody’s listening. If you want everyone to listen to you, get quieter. People will listen"

esse quam videri: There is this doorbell in my grandparent’s house. It has a wooden...

etteilbuo:

There is this doorbell in my grandparent’s house. It has a wooden raindeer with huge antlers and three little bells hanging from its mouth by straps of cloth with german folk motifs. It’s been there forever, since before I was born.

The sound it makes everytime someone opens or closes that door…

bookoisseur:

CREEPY

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Get stuck. Stay in one place your whole life. Always order vanilla even though the menu is four pages long. Become the type of person who sends back lattes. Save up your money for a plasma TV instead of a plane ticket. Talk a lot about things you know nothing about. Have an affair with someone you don’t even find attractive.

Refuse to forget your ex. Make it impossible for yourself to do anything without remembering that you used to do it with them. Hug your knees under the sheets and think about how safe you felt when they held you at night. Remind yourself daily of how empty you feel. Find new ways to make yourself sad.

Get drunk all the time. Consider no Saturday night, national holiday or extended happy hour complete without a vodka-induced breakdown. Graduate college but keep drinking like you’re still in it. Notice that cheap beer tastes watery and stale when you drink it alone but drink it anyway. Look at old Facebook photos wasted and wonder where everyone went.

Never drink. Never do anything that could potentially be “bad” for you. Treat your body like the temple it is and say no to carbs, yes to wheatgrass, go to bed at ten sharp and turn down cake on your birthday. Take fifteen different dietary supplements. Monitor carefully. Succumb to nothing. Miss out on everything.

Compare yourself constantly, to everyone. Allow the standards of image-obsessed, age-obsessed culture to make you feel decrepit at 25. Scroll through skinny girls on Tumblr feeling wistful and inadequate. Pull at the skin on your hipbones, stomach, and underarms in the mirror. Sigh a lot. Sigh all the time.

Don’t fall in love with anyone or anything. Put an impenetrable wall between yourself and other people. Add a fire-breathing dragon and eight yards of barbed wire. Be suspicious of everyone’s motives. Hold grudges long after you’ve forgotten what for.

Fall in love with everyone and everything. Run after the next best thing like it’s a bus you’re perpetually late for. Throw your heart into every other stranger’s hands and be genuinely surprised to be hurt. Refuse to learn. Refuse to ever learn.

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(Source: milajaroniec)

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