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Mike, 20, Male, Combat Engineer in the SAF, Human and a Hopeless Romantic. We accept the love we think we deserve.

iamnotdoingshittoday:

Historical footage of the last T-Rex serving his country.

Its prison walls grow larger, as in a fearful dream.
The alluring mask has changed,
but as usual it is the only one.
What use now are my talismans, my touchstones:
the practice of literature,
vague learning,
an apprenticeship to the language used by the flinty Northland
to to sing of its seas and its swords,
the serenity of friendship,
the galleries of the library,
ordinary things,
habits,
the young love of my mother,
the soldierly shadow cast by my dead ancestors,
the timeless night,
the flavor of sleep and dream?

Being with you or without you
is how I measure my time.

Now the water jug shatters above the spring,
now the man rises to the sound of birds,
now those who look through the windows are indistinguishable,
but the darkness has not brought peace.

Jorge Luis Borges, The Threatened One (via whyallcaps)

raspydinosaur:

Exciting News: My cousin just proposed to his girlfriend at Chicago Comic Con in front of Matt Smith and Karen Gillan. That was pretty freakin awesome since they both really love Dr. Who. and he’s been planning this for awhile now. 

fightblr:

woah
stop ✋
swerve

hplyrikz:

Clear your mind here

Its prison walls grow larger, as in a fearful dream.
The alluring mask has changed,
but as usual it is the only one.
What use now are my talismans, my touchstones:
the practice of literature,
vague learning,
an apprenticeship to the language used by the flinty Northland
to to sing of its seas and its swords,
the serenity of friendship,
the galleries of the library,
ordinary things,
habits,
the young love of my mother,
the soldierly shadow cast by my dead ancestors,
the timeless night,
the flavor of sleep and dream?

Being with you or without you
is how I measure my time.

Now the water jug shatters above the spring,
now the man rises to the sound of birds,
now those who look through the windows are indistinguishable,
but the darkness has not brought peace.

Jorge Luis Borges, The Threatened One (via whyallcaps)

ihaveahutchersonproblem:

I have never reblogged anything faster in my life.

You’re not going to lose me. You’ve given me a taste for life. I wanna be happy. Sleep in a bed, have roots. And you’ll never be alone again, Mathilda.