Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but

nothing is infinite,
not even loss.

You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.  


I love this picture of her! So beautiful!
she seems like a down to earth person.  

I’m in love with this photo. That room is absolutely perfect— pretty much exactly what I hope will one day be in my house. Not to mention the fact that she looks fantastically gorgeous.


birdartpoetry asked: Mister Gaiman, you’re kickass. I was just wondering, what do you think is the best way to seduce a writer? I figured your answer would be pretty spectacular.

In my experience, writers tend to be really good at the inside of their own heads and imaginary people,…

If you really want to hurt your parents, and you don’t have the nerve to be gay, the least you can do is go into the arts. I’m not kidding. The arts are not a way to make a living. They are a very human way of making life more bearable. Practicing an art, no matter how well or badly, is a way to make your soul grow, for heaven’s sake. Sing in the shower. Dance to the radio. Tell stories. Write a poem to a friend, even a lousy poem. Do it as well as you possibly can. You will get an enormous reward. You will have created something.

Kurt Vonnegut, from A Man Without A Country (via jlew0welj)

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 恭喜发财 everyone.

This one is just for Tumblr. You can tell because I am in my pyjamas. (I just had to teach my computer the spelling Pyjamas, after it corrected it to pajamas)

Blackout for today, darlings. <3

That’s what I love about Torchwood. By day, chasing the scum of the universe. Come night you’re the wedding fairies.

Ianto Jones, Something Borrowed (via esaria)

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