Blue Elysium

"The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice-versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant."

-The Eleventh Doctor
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And yet this perhaps is the reason you cry,
this is the nightmare you wake screaming from:
being forever
in the pre-trembling of a house that falls.
Galway Kinnell, The Book of Nightmares

capaldii:

Can’t you hear it? Inside my head. I thought it would stop but it never does. It never, ever stops. Inside my head. The drumming, Doctor, the constant drumming. It’s everywhere. Listen, listen, listen. Here come the drums!

Doctor Who Series 3: The Sound of Drums

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WE ARE NEVER EVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER.

Everyday, tumblr. Everyday.

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I’ve been making a list of the things they don’t teach you at school. They don’t teach you how to love somebody. They don’t teach you how to be famous. They don’t teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don’t teach you how to walk away from someone you don’t love any longer. They don’t teach you how to know what’s going on in someone else’s mind. They don’t teach you what to say to someone who’s dying. They don’t teach you anything worth knowing.

Neil Gaiman (via observando)

I vehemently disagree with all of this. Books are there, if you dare to open them. They can teach you a positive fuckton of stuff. 

crimsonclad:

five-boys-with-accents:

Eeyore is just one of those characters that you wanna scoop up and hug forever.

One awesome thing about Eeyore is that even though he is basically clinically depressed, he still gets invited to participate in adventures and shenanigans with all of his friends. And they never expect him to pretend to feel happy, they just love him anyway, and they never leave him behind or ask him to change.

We’re lying on my bed watching Breaking Bad when he says, “Do you think we spend too much time together?”

I look up at him. He’s staring at the ceiling. I fumble for the stubby black remote and hit pause.

“What?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but we see a lot of each other.”

The fear is like getting swept off the ground and having the wind loud in your ears. Like being tossed under a waterfall and having deafening water cascade down. Inside me, everything quickens. Then falters.

“No.” 

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