look on my works, ye mighty, and despair

Anam | 25 | Dentist | Writer | Artist | Dreamer

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Once upon a time there was a girl. She believed in magic. And every day she prayed to God to make her a little magical. Once upon a time there was a girl. She believed in love. She prayed for that too. And she did some bad things, made some bad decisions and she sinned. And she wanted. She wanted so very much. Sometimes she wanted so much it was like she was an aching little want and nothing else. And she did not understand the rules that God made in His good book but she tried to follow, and she was very unhappy. And she tried so hard but she was never good enough. And she wanted to be a good person but something always happened. So she gave up in a lot of places, and she wanted to stay that way. But then life taught her some things. She learned that there was joy in unexpected places, that hopes and dreams, even when false or impossible, should never be abandoned because they made so much of what she was, and what she wanted to be, and what she could be. And that she could be a lot of things — if she had faith and if she believed. Most of all in her own self. And she learned that it was okay to be herself. That herself was good, and she mattered — to a few people, but she did matter — and she was loved and wanted by them. Once upon a time there was a girl, and she learned that she could be a lot of things. Most important of all she learned that she could be happy.

Vastra’s letter to Clara

I know that look. I know her.

morsmordre-x:

Harry Potter Etymology | The Killing Curse (“Avada Kedavra”)

The phrase is of Aramaic origin meaning “be destroyed at this word”. J. K. Rowling seemed to support the second theory as the source, during an audience interview at the Edinburgh Book Festival on 15 April, 2004, where she had this to say about the spell’s etymology: “Does anyone know where avada kedavra came from? It is an ancient spell in Aramaic, and it is the original of abracadabra, which means ‘let the thing be destroyed.’ Originally, it was used to cure illness and the ‘thing’ was the illness, but I decided to make it the ‘thing’ as in the person standing in front of me. I take a lot of liberties with things like that. I twist them round and make them mine.”

thelostie:

Everything that could have gone wrong, did go wrong. 

You know… she solved you. The mascot.

soufflegirl:

reasons i love billie piper

Congratulations, you’re on an episode of Fringe! (Which does nothing for your life expectancy in the first place.) You get a nose bleed.
Option 1, you’re a walking radioactive bomb about to explode the heads of everyone (including yourself) in the immediate vicinity.
Option 2, you’re a about to turn into a giant were-porcupine and brutally rip apart everyone in the immediate vicinity.
Option 3, you’re infected with a thousand year old disease that wiped out the Mammoths. It will first drive you insane and then kill you. Worst case scenario, you’re the harbinger of the Apocalypse.
Don’t get a nose bleed on Fringe. —Tropes (via that-is-illogical)

hookedemma:

Emma Swan + keeping objects from the past

We are not allowed this. We are allowed to be deeply into basketball, or Buddhism, or Star Trek, or jazz, but we are not allowed to be deeply sad. Grief is a thing that we are encouraged to “let go of,” to “move on from,” and we are told specifically how this should be done. Countless well-intentioned friends, distant family members, hospital workers, and strangers I met at parties recited the famous five stages of grief to me: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. I was alarmed by how many people knew them, how deeply this single definition of the grieving process had permeated our cultural consciousness. Not only was I supposed to feel these five things, I was meant to feel them in that order and for a prescribed amount of time. —Cheryl Strayed (via hellanne)

sassytimelordminion:

ilovecharts:

And why does this exist?