nobodywantsreality fragte: whats that "you're lonely, aren't you" picture from?!
The swelling of the sky on the night he passed away. He’d have cried and turned and smiled if only he could have seen the book thief on her hands and knees, next to his decimated body. He’d have been glad to witness her kissing his dusty, bomb-hit lips. Yes, I know it. In the darkness of my dark-beating heart, I know. He’d have loved it all right. You see? Even death has a...
Anonym fragte: i love you
jeder hat sehnsucht
me: omg i'm so fat what's wrong with me
me: i'm gonna work really hard to get a super hot body
me two minutes later: omg is that cake
i become poetic at night
I don’t know anything with certainty, but seeing the stars makes me dream.– Vincent Van Gogh (via philphys)
luciferinsideyou fragte: that gif is from 'i spit on your grave' it's a great movie! :)
puffedup-popinjay: I can never just like things. I always become obsessed.
I know you make me a ghost.– ghosts, ingrid michaelson (via tinostoma-smaragditis)
I believe one writes because one has to create a world in which one can live.– Anaïs Nin (via serialstranger)
Anonym fragte: What are some tumblrs similar to yours?
theartofwaiting fragte: i love love love your tumblr, keep it up xx
Men I find attractive are always:
harmons: Too old. Dead. With someone else. In another country. Not attracted to me. Celebrities. Fictional.
Sirius Black broke out of Azkaban because he...
Anonym fragte: greets from charlie
Anonym fragte: why are you so sad?