my world and my crayons.

what she says: one true pairing!
what she means: I have fifty of these and it's not stopping

(Source: teddywestside)

kimihiiro:

you know what i love as much as my otp

other people who ship my otp

rapmonsters:

a kdrama with that overused “girl crossdresses as boy and main guy starts getting consatnt Am I Gay? feelings around her” except when she reveals shes a girl instead of being like whew im straight the guy realizes hes been gay this whole time and hooks up with the second lead

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Peek a boo!

(Source: bingubiigbang)

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(Source: crystal-rreed)

kanyewesticle:

i dont ship…i yacht. im not a low budget bitch

(Source: kanyewesticle)

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Lindsey Stirling - Beyond the Veil

hotboyproblems:

there is literally under 3 months until 2015 and that makes me really scared because all i have done is watch t.v shows the whole time


spookyprisms:

Florence + The Machine - Cosmic Love (Acoustic Version)

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A Song of Ice and Fire by George R. R. Martin  —— (Insp)

“The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real … for a moment at least … that long magic moment before we wake.

Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.

They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to middle Earth.”

(Source: robbsstrk)

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augustinech008:

Lindsey Stirlilng feat. Lzzy Hale - Shatter Me