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I love books, karen gillan, breaking bad, and photoshop. If you think amy pond is so, so important then holla @ me. +


Portraits of Ingrid Bergman by Andy Warhol, c. 1983


Whatever nightmares the future holds are dreams compared to what is behind me.

 gotg  gomora 

Max Jensen, Großes Marinestück (c. 1880) / Arctic Monkeys, Potion Approaching (2009)


Max Jensen, Großes Marinestück (c. 1880) / Arctic Monkeys, Potion Approaching (2009)



ARCHE F/W 2014


This weekend at the box office, summed up in a gifset.



i’m going to delete my blog in 24 hours. if you want me to have your instagram and vice versa message me on here or just reply to this post. i’m just ready to move on with my life and in order to do so i think that i need to get rid of my blog. ive done a lot on here and met some amazing people, and i want to thank you all for giving me a good time while it lasted, but i need to move on. i love you all!!! <333

I think one thing you can do to help your friends who are depressed is to reach out to them not in the spirit of helping, but in the spirit of liking them and wanting their company. “I’m here to help if you ever need me” is good to know, but hard to act on, especially when you’re in a dark place. Specific, ongoing, pleasure-based invitations are much easier to absorb. “I’m here. Let’s go to the movies. Or stay in and order takeout and watch some dumb TV.” “I’m having a party, it would be really great if you could come for a little while.” Ask them for help with things you know they are good at and like doing, so there is reciprocity and a way for them to contribute. “Will you come over Sunday and help me clear my closet of unfashionable and unflattering items? I trust your eye.” “Will you read this story I wrote and help me fix the dialogue?” “Want to make dinner together? You chop, I’ll assemble.” “I am going glasses shopping and I need another set of eyes.” Remind yourself why you like this person, and in the process, remind them that they are likable and worth your time and interest.

Talk to the parts of the person that aren’t being eaten by the depression. Make it as easy as possible to make and keep plans, if you have the emotional resources to be the initiator and to meet your friends a little more than halfway. If the person turns down a bunch of invitations in a row because (presumably) they don’t have the energy to be social, respect their autonomy by giving it a month or two and then try again. Keep the invitations simple; “Any chance we could have breakfast Saturday?” > “ARE YOU AVOIDING ME BECAUSE YOU’RE DEPRESSED OR BECAUSE YOU HATE ME I AM ONLY TRYING TO HELP YOU.” “I miss you and I want to see you” > “I’m worried about you.” A depressed person is going to have a shame spiral about how their shame is making them avoid you and how that’s giving them more shame, which is making them avoid you no matter what you do. No need for you to call attention to it. Just keep asking. “I want to see you” “Let’s do this thing.” “If you are feeling low, I understand, and I don’t want to impose on you, but I miss your face. Please come have coffee with me.” “Apology accepted. ApologIES accepted. So. Gelato and Outlander?”

#613: How do I reach out to my friends who have depression? | Captain Awkward

P.S. A lot of people with depression and other mental illnesses have trouble making decisions or choosing from a bunch of different options. “Wanna get dinner at that pizza place on Tuesday night?” is a LOT easier to answer than “So wanna hang out sometime? What do you want to do?”

(via startrekrenegades)

Doctor: “Clara, I’m not your boyfriend.”

Clara: “I never thought you were.”

Doctor: “I never said it was your mistake.”

I honestly love this so so much, and we are honestly so blessed to have this scene after all the subliminal and unnecessary flirting that happened in the 11/clara era.

"I believe, if you look hard, there are more wonders in this universe than you could ever have dreamt of."

"I believe, if you look hard, there are more wonders in this universe than you could ever have dreamt of."


I had  w i n g s once, and they were  s t r o n g. They could carry me above the clouds and into the headwinds, and they never faltered. Not even once. But they were stolen from me.


I hate you, please take it personal. cause well, its personal.