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whitelaws:

omg no really but like one my favourite cast stories is the one I read about Karl stabbing Chris extra-hard with the prop hypos each take for revenge because Chris used to whack him in the face with his sausage hands during the breaks in between takes

sausage hands

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blameaspartame:

Living In God Our Father’s Holy Way

“Jon eats a whole raw potato to take himself out of the mood”
he means he poisons himself with raw potato so that he is too busy shitting his pants to think about ~Satanic Lust~

blameaspartame:

Living In God Our Father’s Holy Way

“Jon eats a whole raw potato to take himself out of the mood”

he means he poisons himself with raw potato so that he is too busy shitting his pants to think about ~Satanic Lust~

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itsvondell:

confusedtree:

In all seriousness Idris Elba as the 12th Doctor would be a great casting choice because he’d kill it and we’d get to find out just exactly how many anglophiles are also gigantic racists

can you imagine that backlash

god

i’m feeling embarrassed just thinking about it hypothetically

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z1c:

being 20+ on tumblr

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Reblog if you think the next disney prince should be GAY.

izzy-isme92:

itallseemsimpossible:

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sleepingwithsharma:

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4 million and counting

5 million

This should get to 10 million, come on people.

Always reblog when it comes up on my dash.

12 million! Disney can’t say no!

or the next princess is lesbian.

^^ this one

well why not both? a gay prince and a lesbian princess sets out to find their one true love…who just happens to have the same gender as the prince and princess..and they lived happily ever after 

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"I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edge
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.

This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
on your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

"

Clementine von RadicsMouthful of Forevers 
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lectorconstante:

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The stars go waltzing out in blue and red, And arbitrary blackness gallops in: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane. (I think I made you up inside my head.) God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade: Exit seraphim and Satan’s men: I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. I fancied you’d return the way you said, But I grow old and I forget your name. (I think I made you up inside my head.) I should have loved a thunderbird instead; At least when spring comes they roar back again. I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead. (I think I made you up inside my head.)
(el poema es de Sylvia Plath, la pinta Javier González Pacheco)

…Delirium?

lectorconstante:

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

(el poema es de Sylvia Plath, la pinta Javier González Pacheco)

…Delirium?

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ura—omote:

way to go gil

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