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The brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love, having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight and sink it deep, no matter, it will rise and find the surface: and why not? Any love is natural and beautiful that lies within a person’s nature; only hypocrites would hold a man responsible for what he loves, emotional illiterates and those of righteous envy, who, in their agitated concern, mistake so frequently the arrow pointing to heaven for the one that leads to hell.

—Truman Capote, Other Voices, Other Rooms  (via mirroir)

(Source: larmoyante, via mirroir)

c0ssette:

Detail of the veiled angel of death, from Honor Roll Monument in Prospect Park, Augustus Lukeman.

How do they do that???

c0ssette:

Detail of the veiled angel of death, from Honor Roll Monument in Prospect Park, Augustus Lukeman.

How do they do that???

(via mirroir)

thereddiva:

jenarts:

"Hey Scully, wanna break into the dean’s office?"
(college au is still a thing right??)

Can we *please* have more college AU?

Paging team_science!

thereddiva:

jenarts:

"Hey Scully, wanna break into the dean’s office?"

(college au is still a thing right??)

Can we *please* have more college AU?

Paging team_science!

(via bulletproofbell)

Dude. Brief speculation.

I was just thinking about Joan’s dad.  It seems like a nice bit of color for her back story, but what if it’s more than that?  What if Joan’s father is the gun on the mantel?  Who do we know that tracks down people’s family members and uses them as leverage for her own evil ends?

myfriendamy:

The Walking Dead 3x6, 3x15, 4x9 — Michonne finds her way to Rick.

I SHIP IT

(via acceber74)

pulledacross:

"I’ve only got one life, Rose Tyler. I could spend it with you, if you want"

"You’ll grow old at the same time as me?"

Together

(via smithtennants)

Forget stardust—you are iron. Your blood is nothing but ferrous liquid. When you bleed, you reek of rust. It is iron that fills your heart and sits in your veins. And what is iron, really, unless it’s forged?

You are iron.

And you are strong.

n.t. (via hellmouths)

(via mirroir)