© accioloki
posted 2 weeks ago | via | | 1431 #*
    There are more grains of sand in the soles of your shoes than you will be given winters to dream or summers to make those dreams real. And there are more stars in the sky than there are grains of sand on Earth. We live in a universe so big that a dying star, in the greater scheme of things, is as significant as spilled milk or an unkissed kiss. In an infinite amount of time, everything that can be forgotten, will be forgotten. In infinite, spilled milk and dying stars matter the same. And if you’re just someone brushing your teeth late at night or you’re a planet breathing your last breath as you disappear into a black hole, everything you do matters just the same. Every breath you take is as important or unimportant as the sun in the sky or the moon in the night. Scratching your ear, is a kind of miracle, depending on how you look at it.
Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You. (via painfulvalley)
posted 2 weeks ago | via | © | 6444 #dw

I’ve been running all my lives. Through time and space… Every second of every minute of every day for over 900 years. I fought for peace in a universe at war. Now the time has come to face the choices I have made in the name of the Doctor. Our future depends on one single moment of one impossible day, the day I’ve been running from all my life… The Day of the Doctor.

posted 1 month ago | via | © | 12778 #dw #double exposure
posted 1 month ago | via | © | 1543 #sherlock

Every time I try to walk through walls
More walls appear.
What’s the point of feeling love for you
When you don’t believe I’m here? [x]

posted 1 month ago | via | © | 37172 #my fAVES #elementary

sourwolf:

#WATSON HERE I DID THE THING #I BROUGHT YOU THING #WATSON PLEASE HURRY AND DON’T KILL ME #WATSON #PLEASE #WATSON GET UP #WATSON THERE’S CRIME #TEHRE’S DEAD PEOPLE #WATSON PLS #MURDER #WATSON CRIME #PLS WATSON

posted 1 month ago | via | © | 29 #thinking about airplanes #*

The airport is more blurry than I remembered.

toujoursbeaucoup:

I need to write down how
empty the wide-open tarmac feels and how
my heart has grown weary of crossing time zones.

And that I crawled back into bed
five times this morning and I will
miss playing guitar and
the warmth of
the fire

And how
I breathe deep at
the thought of
going off alone
again.

And that
in some ways
I’m already halfway home.

posted 1 month ago | via | © | 5249 #sherlock
posted 1 month ago | via | © | 6040 #hp

"Harry, I don’t like this… Harry, I don’t like this at all!"

posted 1 month ago | via | © | 55129 #me @ work

secretpapi:

why does garfield even hate mondays? he doesn’t have a job. he hasn’t felt the crippling pressure of capitalism. he is only a cat.