Crimson, Eleven, Delight, Petrichor




April. Ravenpuff. I play the ukulele.
Doctor Who. Sherlock. Supernatural. The Avengers. Harry Potter. The Hunger Games. Disney.

"Through crimson stars and silent stars and tumbling nebulas like oceans set on fire. Through empires of glass and civilizations of pure thought. And a whole terrible wonderful universe of impossibilities."

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Currently reading: City of Bones.
DFTBA.

applebright:

when you accidentally refer to celebrities casually by their first name as if you’re close personal friends and all your friends judge you constantly because you have lost control of yourself and have no boundaries or rules and you’re just floating out in space like dark matter alone and cold and creepy


Andrew Scott’s Interview at the BAFTA Television Awards 2012 Nominees Party

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I’d like to send a special hug to all of you dear long-time followers who have stuck with me despite adding new obsessions.

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Vincent Van Gogh: Look at the sky. It’s not dark and black and without character. The black is, in fact deep blue. And over there, lighter blue and blowing through the blues and blackness the winds swirling through the air and then shining, burning, bursting through… the stars! And you see how they roar their light. Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.
The Doctor: I’ve seen many things, my friend. But you’re right. Nothing quite as wonderful as the things you see.

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