“I’m so tired of the rain falling softly on the ground; Just enough to get my feet wet, but not enough to let me drown.”— Front Porch Step// Drown
“It’s funny how artistic we become when our hearts are broken”— Hotel Books
(via helpingg)
a necromancer is just a really late healer
“you’re too late, doc, he’s…he’s already dead…”
*cracks knuckles* i didnt get my medical license revoked for nothing
i like idea of a necromancer that can bring back the dead but doesnt know how to cure the living so has to wait for someone to die before bringing them back
“hey doc do you have any splints I think I fractured my ankle”
*cocks gun* no but I’ll do you one better
(via thebibliosphere)
@tabbranI can’t believe they oblitered straight men like that
please add lemon man story to thisThat was a wild goddamn ride
god this was worth the read
(via australiansanta)
lazy mornings, open windows, foreign languages, used books, small cafés, excited text messages, art galleries, sundresses, cobbled streets, fresh air, filled notebooks, feeling completely at ease, content smiles