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(by hildagrahnat)
oh my god….
(Source: the-incubus, via livingoutsideyourlines)
kim's blog: coming to terms. -
i can feel the pressure
seep into my veins
and crush my innards
wave by wave.
each pulse renders me speechless
and takes my breath away.
blow by blow,
i know i can’t stay.
but i refuse to let go
because i’ve held on for too long.
i refuse to be weak
but i am not strong,
not strong…
(Source: kimbearrrly)
merry christmas, whovians! lots of love and allons-y for a magical day. may you catch a glimpse of the TARDIS as it whirls across the universe tonight.
(via perpetuallyperplex)
“I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind and that my cheek just fits the depression in your shoulder.” — Zelda Fitzgerald, in a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald (via loveyourchaos)
(Source: hospitalbombers, via gingermay)
(Source: soldieroflove0202, via livingoutsideyourlines)