You've Got the Love

Slovakia

I am. Lucia Verona. Sixteen. Writer. Dreamer.                                                    Potterhead. Sherlockian. Whovian. Castle!                                                         I love. Caramel. Coffee. Sleep. Books.                                                                I need. Music. Dance. Art. Life.             unicorn(s)

(Source: mylittlebigbluebox)


Doctor, so lonely. So very, very alone. How can you bear it?

Doctor, so lonely. So very, very alone. How can you bear it?

melodings:

mjwatson:

#I don’t know how well thought out this was but the last one from dh pt.2 is facing the opposite direction #it’s like all of the harrys from his past are looking up to him #as if they’re both expecting him to live up to his prophecy #and understanding that he’s only a boy #he’s still the same person he was in the very first image

(Source: consultingflatmates)

“So, you and me, we should get a drink sometime… And married.”

(Source: roryamy)

Reblog if you have a dirty mind

lil-lis:

jnic2184:

69% of people are too embarrassed to reblog this

Not ashamed at all. I tell people my mind is 99.9% dirty & .1% innocent. HAHAHAHA!!

My native language is innuendo

“That’s what she said” is my most used sentence ever.

(Source: unrealendings)

(Source: ladyponds)


“Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is a part of being human—-““THEN—I—DON’T—WANT—TO—BE—HUMAN!”

“Harry, suffering like this proves you are still a man! This pain is a part of being human—-“
“THEN—I—DON’T—WANT—TO—BE—HUMAN!”

(Source: sirblack)

(Source: theperksofbeingatimelord)

But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry, I want danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin.

Aldous Huxley (via realyl)     


In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.

In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.

You gave me hope and then you took it away. That’s enough to make anyone dangerous.

“You all know that on the night I lost my powers and my body, I tried to kill him. His mother died in the attempt to save him — and unwittingly provided him with a protection I admit I had not foreseen…. I could not touch the boy.

His mother left upon him the traces of her sacrifice…. This is old magic, I should have remembered it, I was foolish to overlook it … but no matter, I can touch him now.”

katesbeckett:

nobody knows it…