tardistoaster:

raydelblau:

benedictedcumberbabeof221:

petition for the next companion to not be a white girl in her 20s who crushes on the Doctor 

petition for the next companion to be a grumpy chinese-american grandma who complains about plot-holes and knits the doctor horrific time-travel-themed sweaters to wear when she thinks it’s cold out (most of the time)

reblogging because this is the best idea ever

aseaofquotes:

E. Lockhart, We Were Liars
kvotheunkvothe:

bluebananabowtie:

weirdotwins:

sophael:

waveformtheta:

haberdashing:

waveformtheta:

GUYS. THIS PLANET IS MADE LITERALLY OF DIAMONDS
ITS A FUCKING GIANT ASS DIAMOND
HUMANITIES SOLE PURPOSE IS OBVIOUSLY TO HAUL THAT SUCKER BACK HERE
I want to get an engagement ring without the diamond in it, and propose with it, and when she gets confused, I just show her this through the telescope and be like “I couldn’t find a diamond that deserved you in our solar system, how about that honker?”
Side note: It is named Cancri
Space is cool as fuck

DO NOT GO TO THE DIAMOND PLANET

I wanna fuck the diamond planet

That’s how he does it. That’s how he does it. He makes you fight. He makes you fight. Creeps into your head. Creeps into your head. And whispers. And whispers. Listen. Listen. Just listen. Just listen. That’s him. That’s him. Inside. Inside.

whats goin on in this post anymore?

NO ONE GO NEAR THE PLANET NO ONE KNOCK NO ONE MOVE

buttercreamdicks:

I liked the shows I went to; I wish I could go to more.  But the thing I remember is the girls.  New Jersey Transit runs special trains to the Meadowlands for MetLife shows, and they brought out extra staff to direct girls through the gates to Secaucus.  Knots of New Jersey Transit staff in high-visibility vests, treating girls with kindness.  ”I know you’re excited, just make sure you go through the gates one at a time,” a middle-aged guy with a mustache said, smiling, stopping girls and then waving them through so the timing stayed right and nobody got stuck in the gates.  ”Have a good time!”  When the train finally pulled into the station, teenage girls cheered.  The men on the platform didn’t laugh, the conductors made sure to stand and answer everybody’s questions — yes, this is the right train, yes, you’ll get there on time.  There was no air conditioning on the train, but nobody complained — everybody sat in their seats, and talked to their friends, and every couple of minutes someone would start singing.  I remember when we were walking through Penn Station I had said, “Just think, the next train is going to be all One Direction fans.”  It was the best train I’ve ever been on.  During the show, Harry told us to hug each other, and we did.  The lady checking tickets at the stadium, directing people to their seats: “Enjoy!  Have a great night!” and the fans thanking her on the way out.  Both shows, we kept saying how we had never been in a place where there were so many girls.  ”I like the girl-to-guy ratio here,” Jamie said in Philadelphia.  MetLife holds 82,566 people: they played Little Mix’s “Salute” and “Wings” to almost 82,566 girls.  In the bathroom in Philadelphia, nobody stopped at the mirror to check their makeup; while I was peeing, I heard a little girl walk in singing: She said spread your wings, my little butterfly / Don’t let what they say keep you up at night.  At the Meadowlands they turned the men’s rooms into ladies’ rooms, just hung ladies’ room signs over all the men’s room signs.  ”Oh my god,” I said, walking in.  ”They turned the men’s rooms into ladies’ rooms, because they knew it was going to be all girls.”  ”This must be what it’s like to be a guy,” Isabel said.  And that’s what I thought, the whole rest of the show, and all of Philadelphia: This must be what it’s like.  To be the default.  To be treated like what you care about is worthwhile.  To not be looked down on, or told what to do.  And then I thought, well, it’s because we’re all gathered here, in one place.  This is happening.  They can’t stop us, so they have to go along with it.  In New Jersey, Liam stood on the catwalk talking about how amazing it was that they were playing stadiums, how amazing it was that the fans had done this for them, and then he laughed, like you do when you realized you just hit the heart of something: “I really think if you wanted to, you could take over the world.”  I looked away from him, at 82,566 seats filled with girls and thought: You’re right.  And you’re the only person telling us that.

crowbara:

jetgreguar:

gaybabyrollins:

vuov:

Neptune taken by NASA

who THE FUCK let NASA take Neptune

release neptune

Free Neptune 2014

I didn’t grow old or mature, I grew tired.

anon (via wnq-anonymous) —

tsarcasm:

trapsical:

I took a shit in my grandma’s cat’s litterbox when I was like 13 and my whole family was wilding out trying to figure out why the cat took such a huge dump. Then they took her to the vet and we found out she has feline HIV so in a way, I helped her.

this story was wild from start to finish

ashiibaka:

Science.

I’m an adult, but not like a real adult

anyone between the ages of 18 and 25 (via prettyboystyles) —

alukaforyou:

♡♡♡one year anniversary doodle♡♡♡

No one ever tells you that people will leave your life, unannounced. Sometimes they leave the earth, sometimes they just leave you. Things continue. Tomorrow you will wake up and the sun will be kissing your eyelids and it will be a new day for you to drink too much coffee and reread an old book. You will be okay. No one ever tells you that, either. Days will melt together like some candle you burned down to scraps, and seasons will change. You will fall in and out of love with yourself more times than you’ll ever be able to count. It is important to take the time to appreciate your own fingerprints, your own skin. There will be days when it is all you have.

Never forget to be kind to yourself.  (via withyourhalstondress)

(Source: uglyweirdgirl)