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Mariana. Call me Mari. I'm from Brazil. My tag

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This blog contains: Basically, Doctor Who.
But you will also find: Harry Potter. Super heroes. A lot of TV series (Sherlock, Merlin, Hannibal, Teen Wolf, Adventure Time, Community, Suits, GoT, Star Trek, Firefly, Elementary, X-Files, Orange is the New Black, Arrested Development, Parks and Rec, The Office ...).
Nerdfighter stuff. Welcome to Night Vale. And movies. And actors and actresses. And fangirling. And... Oh. It's all a mess. So is my life.


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i’m not gonna use this blog anymore because i’ve made a new one! go follow if you want to~ (◡‿◡✿) 

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8 months ago on August 14th, 2013 | J | 1 note
inkskratches:

he’s still holding this trophy..
i think my roommate said it best: if you ever feel embarrassed about something, you can at least take comfort in the fact that you haven’t broken down on public radio.

inkskratches:

he’s still holding this trophy..

i think my roommate said it best: if you ever feel embarrassed about something, you can at least take comfort in the fact that you haven’t broken down on public radio.

8 months ago on August 13th, 2013 | J | 8,698 notes
Fear is consciousness plus life.
Regret is an attempt to avoid what has already happened.
Toast is bread, held under direct heat until crisp.
The present tense of regret is indecision.
The future tense of fear is either comedy, or tragedy.
And the past tense of toast, is toasted.
- Welcome to Night Vale (Eternal Scouts)
8 months ago on August 13th, 2013 | J | 6 notes
larbestaaargh:

Today at work I’ve listened to first 12 ep’s and could not resist painting lovely angel lady (◕‿◕✿)

larbestaaargh:

Today at work I’ve listened to first 12 ep’s and could not resist painting lovely angel lady (◕‿◕✿)

8 months ago on August 13th, 2013 | J | 23,653 notes
We look up at the same stars, and see such different things.
- George R. R. Martin, A Storm of Swords  (via libranta)
8 months ago on August 13th, 2013 | J | 137,162 notes
vibiasabina:

FAIRYTALE MEME { 1/4 otps/brotps } → red riding hood & the woodsman

red isn’t sure how to thank the man who has just cut her and her grandmother out of the belly of a wolf. it’s not something she is used to, after all. but he is tall and warm and smells of pine trees and wood smoke. she smiles at him as he helps her to her feet, wonders at the broadness and roughness of his large hands, hands that had moments ago wielded an axe with savagery and strength now so careful  and gentle with her. she whispers a thank you and her grandmother, ever polite even after being devoured by a wolf and cut out of him all in one day, invites the strong young man to tea. as red and the woodsman sit by the fire, exchanging gentle smiles and gentler words, teacups balanced on their knees and the warmth from the hearth making their cheeks ruddy, the young man gestures toward the back, where the body of the wolf had been dragged. “i could make you a fine rug,” he teases, the firelight dancing in his brown eyes. “and a fine home to put it in.”

vibiasabina:

FAIRYTALE MEME { 1/4 otps/brotps } → red riding hood & the woodsman

red isn’t sure how to thank the man who has just cut her and her grandmother out of the belly of a wolf. it’s not something she is used to, after all. but he is tall and warm and smells of pine trees and wood smoke. she smiles at him as he helps her to her feet, wonders at the broadness and roughness of his large hands, hands that had moments ago wielded an axe with savagery and strength now so careful  and gentle with her. she whispers a thank you and her grandmother, ever polite even after being devoured by a wolf and cut out of him all in one day, invites the strong young man to tea. as red and the woodsman sit by the fire, exchanging gentle smiles and gentler words, teacups balanced on their knees and the warmth from the hearth making their cheeks ruddy, the young man gestures toward the back, where the body of the wolf had been dragged. “i could make you a fine rug,” he teases, the firelight dancing in his brown eyes. “and a fine home to put it in.”

8 months ago on August 13th, 2013 | J | 916 notes
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30-31 caps of Hermione Granger

8 months ago on August 13th, 2013 | J | 12,585 notes
I have acid rain in my brain and it’s killing the flowers in my heart.
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Marianna Paige (via keepawayhoney)

8 months ago on August 13th, 2013 | J | 94,211 notes