I wish I could kiss you at midnight.
goverment hooker: END OF YEAR MEME →
masterfromcatering: j-moriarty: HOW TO: open a new text post and type letters a-z into the tags and take your favorite tag it suggests and post it out of context. this only works if you use tags as obsessive conversational add-ons like me, and if your computer saves the tags you’ve used before. WHAT YOU COME UP WITH SHOULD… a: alas he has grown into his ears now b: but i like speaking out...
2011 is almost over. Inbox me something you’ve always wanted to say to me.
Reblog if you're over 10 and you still have...
tw-sm0sh: smoshdawsonbuscus: boxmans-girlfriend: oneneatmonster: bananamilkwatson: goback-tothestart:
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down: It may be we shall touch the Happy...– “Ulysses” - Alfred, Lord Tennyson (I think this is appropriate for New Year’s Eve)
Reblog with your computer/laptop's name
keepingthemagicsecret: katiethenerdfighter: torchwood3: timelady-from-221-b-baker-st: makethisyourdancefloor: lolrenaynay: br8kspider: pinkhairedlesbianadventures: skyfullofhat: emoslastkiss: lost-in-lace: kyriankreep: armywithouteloquence: monacow: himapapaftw: derpeverywhere: Alfred hehehe… steve Bog yes i named it after me shut up Frédéric Steve ...
eloquentcomposition: Lately it seems that some of my best friendships involve emotional support while watching or reading fictional material.
Reblog this post if I have permission to invade...
Reblog this if you'd hang out with your Tumblr...
REBLOG IF YOU WOULD MEET THEM AT THE AIRPORT GATE AND RUN AT EACH OTHER IN SLOW MOTION ARMS WIDE OPEN WHILE “AT LAST” PLAYS OVER THE PA SYSTEM
shakedown-1979: when the fanfiction you’re reading is so overwhelmingly good that you just have to switch tabs for a moment to collect yourself
HAPPY SHERLOCK EVE, EVERYONE!
darling-wayward-girl: Will non-Sherlockians think it amiss when I wish them a happy new Sherlock instead of a happy new year?
When I meet people who aren't into fandom
sydsuper: callmejude: ^this
writtenineverlastingink: vote tumblr/missing e for angstiest ship ever
gerardisinthetardis asked: I think Matt's right... you seem to subscribe to almost every fandom that I do!
eloquentcomposition: You know it’s a good friendship when you can text each other while watching Dr. Who for emotional support. Also when there’s sex, but Nicole and I are mutually not interested in that with each other.
Nine never gets any love around here.
nikkioreo: selfproclaimedteenagedprophet: starkidgleekandmore: insertaverypottermusicalquote: bangbang-: I LOVE NINE! and last but not least Nine is and will always be my Doctor. oh, 9, you make me so happy it’s not even funny.
Angels in America, Part 2: Perestroika—Act 3,...
ROY COHN: Let me ask you something, sir.
ROY: What's it like? After?
ROY: This misery ends.
BELIZE: Hell or heaven? (Roy stares at Belize, as in "What a stupid question.") Like San Francisco.
ROY: A city. Good. I was worried … it'd be a garden. I hate that shit.
BELIZE: Mmmmm. Big city, overgrown with weeds, but flowering weeds. On every corner a wrecking crew and something new and crooked going up catty-corner to that. Windows missing in every edifice like broken teeth, fierce gusts of gritty wind, and a gray high sky full of ravens.
BELIZE: Prophet birds, Roy. Piles of trash, but lapidary like rubies and obsidian, and diamond-colored cowspit streamers in the wind. And voting booths.
ROY: And a dragon atop a golden horde.
BELIZE: And everyone in Balenciaga gowns with red corsages, and big dance palaces full of music and lights and racial impurity and gender confusion. (Roy laughs softly, delighted.) And all the deities are creole, mulatto, brown as the mouths of rivers. (Roy laughs again.) Race, taste, and history finally overcome. And you ain't there.
ROY: (Happily shaking his head "no" in agreement.) And Heaven?
BELIZE: That WAS Heaven, Roy.
ROY: The fuck it was.
Which ship do you think I'm the child of? →
The Pub at the End of the Universe
burningmuse: Staff Notes: Scientific, epic, classical phrases. I like it… umustcreate: In billions of years When our Sun explodes (For scientists have foretold) We should meet for beers And tell stories of our Earth Its meteoric rise and fall How it became a shopping mall (A fate so sad considering its birth) Creatures came and went And civilisations fell upon Their own sword; now...
I always wonder where people find my Tumblr.
I wonder why they clicked onto my page specifically. I wonder what makes them click the ”Follow” button. I wonder who actually keeps up with my Tumblr. I wonder who actually enjoys my Tumblr. I wonder if I’m anyone’s Tumblr crush. You can come confess if you want……