i wonder what a worm looks like under a microscope!
We die containing a richness of lovers and tribes, tastes we have swallowed, bodies we have plunged into and swum up as if rivers of wisdom, characters we have climbed into as if trees, fears we have hidden in as if caves.
(Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient)
(Source: andforgotten, via mrsrichardarmitage)
We are her fathers now.
happened to fast
had me a blast
I met a friend crazy for me
Met a blog, cute as can be
tumblr days, drifted away
but oohh-oh those tumblr nights
TELL ME MORE TELL ME MORE,
LIKE DID YOU GET AN ASK!?
tell me more tell me more
did you reblog that ass
*hip thrusts violently* Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Every time I think of the black market, I actually imagine a market, with little stalls selling illegal things like nuclear weapons and organs.
“Right, physics! Physics, eh? Physics, physics, physics, physics, physics, physics. Physics! Hope you’re getting all this down.”
THE DESKTOP BACKGROUND THOUGH
Greatest thing ever
(Source: magicalmysterypond, via browncoatsavengingsuperwholock)