Life's a prison,
and only imagination can open its doors.
Friendly reminder that the first words that Percy heard from Annabeth were "He's the one. He must be."

"We're staying together. You're not getting away from me. Never again." "As long as we're together."

// multifandom. follow at your own risk.

um, like a few million of you still aren’t following me? ? lol weird

❝  I swear that when our lips touch, I can taste the next 60 years of my life. ❞
- Rudy Francisco, Love Poem (via rabbrakha)


Illustrations, 2013 | by Jem Magbanua




trans boys in gryffindor being sent to the girl’s dormitory and then being delighted when the stairs won’t let them up

trans girls in gryffindor being told they can’t go in the girl’s dormitory (and maybe shown what happens by some cis boy) and then trying it and finding that the stairs DO let them up

Gender fluid gryffindor students falling down as the steps to the girl’s dormitory unpredictably turn into a slide.

you’re a good egg


Taylor Swift  the complete set of albums infographic 



Tumblr logo is rainbow because the letters of tumblr stand for the letter of the colors of the rainbow

Ah yes my favorite colors


Ted, urange, mellow, breen, llue, and rurple.

Hold on never look back; inspired by twitter pics


There once stood a wall of a girl. She was as tough as foundations and was as cold as stone

There once stood a paper doll of a girl. She was as fragile as petals and was as sensitive as a newborn.

There once stood a girl who was both these; a girl both a wall and a doll.

A vulnerable girl locked up in her own cage, begging to be released. Begging the devil that had placed her there to let her go. Telling the devil to take her away from the barriers that she herself had created. The devil was she.

She wished for the day could be stripped raw of her coldness, her stone, and her walls. Stripped until her bones kissed the sunlight for the first time and she could be reborn from the destruction that she was.

There was once a contradictory girl, plagued by the contradictory lives living in a contradictory world. Where your true enemy is yourself and your eyes are tinted grey, and nothing is truly evil.

But this girl, this girl who defies all logic just as we all do, wishes to fix this impossible world. But with this ambition she must sort herself. And she is impossible. And it will be her undoing.

- a short story for a buddy with a birthday (source: lilyqotter)
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