We're All Mad Here

"I don't know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve."

fionaohanlon:

A year ago my friends and I adventured into this specific abandoned house for the first time and this was written by the entrance.

fionaohanlon:

A year ago my friends and I adventured into this specific abandoned house for the first time and this was written by the entrance.

(via ten-fathoms-down)

thefarfire:

jr-abraxas:

ktnissevurdeen:

buttalecki:

what do you do at hogwarts if you start your period? 

like do you go and see madam promfrey? or your head of year? because i’m just trying to imagine the slytherin girls going snape and asking for tampons

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I do not have the power within me to not reblog this. 

Christ almighty

(via sherqock)

popculturesavvyangel:

*WHIRLS SNAPE OUT OF THE WAY*

DID YOU 

*SHOVES MINERVA INTO A WALL*

PUT YOUR NAME

*KNOCKS OVER A TABLE AGGRESSIVELY* 

IN THE GOBLET

*GRABS HARRY AND SLAMS HIM INTO THE WALL*

OF FIRE!?!?!?1111?!?!111321I3591130583FERGEKLJRKGJ GRLGJWRLKGVJLKJ G” Dumbledore asked calmly.

(via letitgoleviosa)


Benedict Cumberbatch for Out Magazine (x). 

lookatallthefandoms:

insert-sherlock-here:

I always shipped Joey and Phoebe, he just seems to absolutely adore her

So did Lisa Kudrow and Matt LeBlanc. They at one point went to the writers and asked if it could be revealed that Joey and Phoebe had been sleeping together for forever.

(Source: laurentmelanies, via sherqock)

upabovetheclouds:

Two more months and it’s 2015 what the fuck

(via sherqock)

monochromepanda:

liveeverything:

How to Avoid Feelings: a lesson by Pooh

(Source: shardwick, via voldysbirthday)

voldysbirthday:

Emperor’s New College

pepperjdarcy:

dj3y3:

tokyodoll13:

English Majors:

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Architecture Majors:

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Music Majors:

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Engineering Majors:

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Mathematics Majors:

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Theater Majors:

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Latin American Studies Majors:

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Linguistics Majors:

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History Majors:

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Sansa slipped in among them, murmuring greetings as she worked her way toward the front. She recognized black-skinned Jalabhar Xho, gloomy Ser Aron Santagar, the Redwyne twins Horror and Slobber… only none of them seemed to recognize her. Or if they did, they shied away as if she had the grey plague. Sickly Lord Gyles covered his face at her approach and feigned a fit of coughing, and when funny drunken Ser Dontos started to hail her, Ser Balon Swann whispered in his ear and he turned away.
And so many others were missing. Where had the rest of them gone? Sansa wondered. Vainly, she searched for friendly faces. Not one of them would meet her eyes. It was as if she had become a ghost, dead before her time.

(Source: sansalayned, via theoathkeepers)