Laughin' like it works Bleeding like it don't hurt

petercapalldii:

'peter capaldi is way too old to be the doctor'

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pheedenise:

thatweirdhorsegirlspersonal:

eat-those-words:

ladyazura:

Rape Culture? What is this “Rape Culture” you speak of?Seriously though, this is terrifying. God forbid I wear a skirt outside — I’m just ASKING   to be raped if I do that.

The 58% statistic actually terrifies me more than any other. Suddenly change the word and you don’t care? 
No one will ever be able to convince me that words hold no power.

Are you FUCKING kidding me right now

 I love how more than half dont understand what the definition of rape is and/or think that by changing the words around they can get away with it. See by changing the words to something equally horrible but not the word ‘rape’ they can feel better about themselves. I need a  good derp gif, anyone got one? 

pheedenise:

thatweirdhorsegirlspersonal:

eat-those-words:

ladyazura:

Rape Culture? What is this “Rape Culture” you speak of?

Seriously though, this is terrifying. God forbid I wear a skirt outside — I’m just ASKING   to be raped if I do that.

The 58% statistic actually terrifies me more than any other. Suddenly change the word and you don’t care? 

No one will ever be able to convince me that words hold no power.

Are you FUCKING kidding me right now

 I love how more than half dont understand what the definition of rape is and/or think that by changing the words around they can get away with it. See by changing the words to something equally horrible but not the word ‘rape’ they can feel better about themselves. I need a  good derp gif, anyone got one? 

justtouchedawkwardly:

Doctor Who as a 16-bit RPG

So, this is completely amazing.

wickedclothes:

The Four Hogwarts Houses According to the Sorting Hat

Quotes describing each Hogwarts House according to the Sorting Hat. A great gift for any Harry Potter fan, regardless of which house they’re in. Sold on Etsy.

It’s like I’ve built up a fortress to keep everyone out and now I’m looking around and I’m all alone. And I realize that if I ever do something that pushes away the last few people I let in, I won’t be in a fortress anymore, ill just be suck inside a pile of abandoned stones, the thing I created to protect me becoming the thing that hurts me the most.

kiitannextdoor:

Pop 101

ramsaysguyliner:

but on a more serious note, prayers for his mom. sad to hear she’s battling a disease. my thoughts and prayers are with his family

ramsaysguyliner:

perfectt—disaster:

one more just because he looks cute.

ramsaysguyliner:

perfectt—disaster:

one more just because he looks cute.

lovingvaldaya:

Robin Williams’ passing is a reminder that those who make us laugh the most are usually fighting the biggest demons.

mig14:

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;	 
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;	 
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,	 
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:	 
    But O heart! heart! heart!	        
      O the bleeding drops of red,	 
       Where on the deck my Captain lies,
          Fallen cold and dead.	 
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;	 
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;	  
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;	 
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;	 
    Here Captain! dear father!	 
      This arm beneath your head;	 
        It is some dream that on the deck,
         You’ve fallen cold and dead.	 


My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;	 
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;	 
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;	 
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;	 
    Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!	 
      But I, with mournful tread,	 
        Walk the deck my Captain lies,	 
          Fallen cold and dead.

mig14:

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our fearful trip is done;
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won;
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring:
But O heart! heart! heart!
O the bleeding drops of red,
Where on the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills;
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding;
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
Here Captain! dear father!
This arm beneath your head;
It is some dream that on the deck,
You’ve fallen cold and dead.


My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still;
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will;
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done;
From fearful trip, the victor ship, comes in with object won;
Exult, O shores, and ring, O bells!
But I, with mournful tread,
Walk the deck my Captain lies,
Fallen cold and dead.

indianajoel89:

Goodbye, my friend. 
RIP Robin Williams

indianajoel89:

Goodbye, my friend.
RIP Robin Williams

You’re only given a little spark of madness. You mustn’t lose it.
Robin Williams, 1951-2014 (via wikihow)