blackmoods:

yoncehaunted:

*SHOUTING TO THE HEAVENS*

*BLESS YOU SON*

Icelandic Turf Homes

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)

"Chaos is what killed the dinosaurs, darling."

Heathers (1988)

"Prologue.

BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG BANG

BOOOOOOOOOM”

Another day another futile attempt at finding good Thomas Barrow fanfics. 

Into the Dalek

fuckyeahthewytches:

"This is just the sound of our entrance into the music world."
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thegoddess-afrodite:

reblogalert:

Lifehack: Accidentally text the wrong person? Immediately put your phone on airplane mode and once it fails to deliver, delete the message.

This can save lives