Breaking down the wall and punctuating it with s-emi-colon ⇢



Wolfie: Hello Emi,

Thanks for being a willing participant for the breaking down the TWC wall project.

Emi: Oohp Sweet, sounds good! And yeah, of course! I’ve been reading these for a long-long time and I’m so excited to do one!

Wolfie: Seems to me that from the time I got to…

VIOLET: —and then you’re
gone, and then you’re gone,
and then you’re gone,
and then you’re gone—
— Tracy Letts, from August: Osage County (via the-final-sentence)

(Source: gouldnings)

posted 6 hours ago with 2,288 notes
originally gouldnings



Vincent van Gogh

That’s a 5 star gif right there. Blew my mind. :)

posted 7 hours ago with 11,977 notes
originally madebyabvh
Most days
I feel defeated,
like I’ve
been up for
hundreds of years
and I haven’t even
left my bed yet.
— (via lucyquin)

posted 7 hours ago with 274 notes
originally lucyquin


I forgot how much it hurts to be let down,

feeling the Earth spin faster and faster,

while all I ask for, is to be let down,

from the high of coming off his lie.

sorry will not cut it,

nope, not this time.


just like human beings, we just have to appreciate their beauty while we still could hold them in our hands

posted 7 hours ago with 419 notes
originally nyamcattt

Anonymous asked: Exchanging looks, and every time I will count the colors in your eyes. A daisy for each time you think of me, and a rose for every kiss. I admire you, and it is as simple as this.

We’ve never kissed?

posted 7 hours ago with 2 notes

posted 10 hours ago with 21 notes
originally restlesskingdom

I’ll never tell you how I feel

(Source: stonehearteds)

Women in their multitudes is something that needs to be seen more than men in their multitudes.
— Graeme Manson, regarding whether he ever considered a male lead for Orphan Black (x)

(Source: neolution)

posted 15 hours ago with 3,982 notes
originally neolution

(Source: bicycl)

posted 15 hours ago with 1,649 notes
originally bicycl

3 am drawings


3 am drawings

posted 16 hours ago with 653 notes
originally otry
You are a candle in the sunlight
Exploring an afternoon Hurricane
Compared to the sun You are not much
Yet in the middle of a storm
You are the light that guides me home.
Morgan Anderson - "Firesongs" (via eternallyonfire)

posted 16 hours ago with 34 notes
originally eternallyonfire


we used to talk every time you got drunk
just for you to tell me you weren’t thinking of me
you didn’t see the sting of irony behind it
and i didn’t notice the echo of truth

posted 16 hours ago with 52 notes
originally plumseiler
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