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I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.
– Uma Thurman (via -killerqueen)

(Source: thelittleyellowdiary, via popcultureinfatuation)

#i bet he sleeps with his bafta #oh bafta my bafta #carry on my wayward bafta #sweet bafta alabama #never mind i’ll find someone like bafta

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gingerhaze:chloeindisguise:diamondtaco:



“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.” - Miss Piggy


Hero

gingerhaze:chloeindisguise:diamondtaco:

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.”

- Miss Piggy

Hero

(via ameliepoutine)

srrrevans:


I moved my head to look at the cabinet behind me. When I turned again, Sherlock Holmes was standing smiling at me across my study table. I rose to my feet, stared at him for some seconds in utter amazement, and then it appears that I must have fainted for the first and the last time in my life. Certainly a gray mist swirled before my eyes, and when it cleared I found my collar-ends undone and the tingling after-taste of brandy upon my lips. Holmes was bending over my chair, his flask in his hand.
    “My dear Watson,” said the well-remembered voice, “I owe you a thousand apologies. I had no idea that you would be so affected.”
    I gripped him by the arms.
    “Holmes!” I cried. “Is it really you? Can it indeed be that you are alive? Is it possible that you succeeded in climbing out of that awful abyss?”

— The Adventure of the Empty House (1903)

srrrevans:

I moved my head to look at the cabinet behind me. When I turned again, Sherlock Holmes was standing smiling at me across my study table. I rose to my feet, stared at him for some seconds in utter amazement, and then it appears that I must have fainted for the first and the last time in my life. Certainly a gray mist swirled before my eyes, and when it cleared I found my collar-ends undone and the tingling after-taste of brandy upon my lips. Holmes was bending over my chair, his flask in his hand.

    “My dear Watson,” said the well-remembered voice, “I owe you a thousand apologies. I had no idea that you would be so affected.”

    I gripped him by the arms.

    “Holmes!” I cried. “Is it really you? Can it indeed be that you are alive? Is it possible that you succeeded in climbing out of that awful abyss?”

— The Adventure of the Empty House (1903)

(via phytochemical)

lordemort:

All hail Spartacus. Slayer of the Shadow. Bringer of the Rain. Champion of the Romans.

(via ananita)

mercedesmarie:

Love low necklines and this fucking color

mercedesmarie:

Love low necklines and this fucking color

(Source: the-front-row, via theartoflivinglies)

I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.
– Uma Thurman (via -killerqueen)

(Source: thelittleyellowdiary, via popcultureinfatuation)

#i bet he sleeps with his bafta #oh bafta my bafta #carry on my wayward bafta #sweet bafta alabama #never mind i’ll find someone like bafta

(Source: kingruffalo, via sam-riley)

gingerhaze:chloeindisguise:diamondtaco:



“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.” - Miss Piggy


Hero

gingerhaze:chloeindisguise:diamondtaco:

“Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and it may be necessary from time to time to give a stupid or misinformed beholder a black eye.”

- Miss Piggy

Hero

(via ameliepoutine)

srrrevans:


I moved my head to look at the cabinet behind me. When I turned again, Sherlock Holmes was standing smiling at me across my study table. I rose to my feet, stared at him for some seconds in utter amazement, and then it appears that I must have fainted for the first and the last time in my life. Certainly a gray mist swirled before my eyes, and when it cleared I found my collar-ends undone and the tingling after-taste of brandy upon my lips. Holmes was bending over my chair, his flask in his hand.
    “My dear Watson,” said the well-remembered voice, “I owe you a thousand apologies. I had no idea that you would be so affected.”
    I gripped him by the arms.
    “Holmes!” I cried. “Is it really you? Can it indeed be that you are alive? Is it possible that you succeeded in climbing out of that awful abyss?”

— The Adventure of the Empty House (1903)

srrrevans:

I moved my head to look at the cabinet behind me. When I turned again, Sherlock Holmes was standing smiling at me across my study table. I rose to my feet, stared at him for some seconds in utter amazement, and then it appears that I must have fainted for the first and the last time in my life. Certainly a gray mist swirled before my eyes, and when it cleared I found my collar-ends undone and the tingling after-taste of brandy upon my lips. Holmes was bending over my chair, his flask in his hand.

    “My dear Watson,” said the well-remembered voice, “I owe you a thousand apologies. I had no idea that you would be so affected.”

    I gripped him by the arms.

    “Holmes!” I cried. “Is it really you? Can it indeed be that you are alive? Is it possible that you succeeded in climbing out of that awful abyss?”

— The Adventure of the Empty House (1903)

(via phytochemical)

lordemort:

All hail Spartacus. Slayer of the Shadow. Bringer of the Rain. Champion of the Romans.

(via ananita)

(Source: dreamerbysunrise, via dellbby)

mercedesmarie:

Love low necklines and this fucking color

mercedesmarie:

Love low necklines and this fucking color

(Source: the-front-row, via theartoflivinglies)

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