Laura, 19. Student, fencer, part-time geek, lesbian. Here be cats, swords, geekery, and beautiful things (beauty is subjective).
fyeahlilbit2point0:

The entire X-franchise in one image.

fyeahlilbit2point0:

The entire X-franchise in one image.

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sailor-lovehandles:

the interior of a girl in love

sailor-lovehandles:

the interior of a girl in love

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#ahem 


And the cry goes out
They lose their minds for us
And how it plays out 
Now we’re in the ring
And we’re coming for blood

(via uglyshirtclub)



andytroit:

andytroit:

From a shoot with my dear friend Rachel (reckless-millennial) in Detroit. She snapped this gem right as some ass catcalled me and I responded accordingly whilst modeling.

Wanted to bring this back because look how fierce I am

andytroit:

andytroit:

From a shoot with my dear friend Rachel (reckless-millennial) in Detroit. She snapped this gem right as some ass catcalled me and I responded accordingly whilst modeling.

Wanted to bring this back because look how fierce I am

(via 2bi2handsofblue)







galactides:

Holy shit filters are amazing, why didn’t anyone tell me





asstrelli:

The Lion King
          Scar + Text Posts

(via kaleidoscopedrunk)



amischiefofmice:

dragonsandbeasties:

#sculptober : Candy. 

Candy corn rats! :D

THEY”RE SO CUTE I”M GOING TO DIE

lil sciences p much 

(via housetohalf)





queerhawkeye: kateclintbarney is the sickest saddest trashiest ot3 ever i love it )))):


it’s SO BAD I need eight more fics and fanart




Gaiman

literarystarbucks:

Neil Gaiman goes up to the counter and orders the Salted Caramel Mocha. While waiting for his order, Gaiman begins a conversation with an elderly woman sitting by the window. She weaves for him a long story, filled with old fears and familiar monsters. The protagonist seems more and more familiar as the story progresses. The barista interrupts the story.  “I’ll be right back!” Gaiman exclaims, as he dashes off to get his order. But by the time he returns to the table by the window, the old woman has disappeared, leaving only a faint odor - something between the dark woods of November and the aging pages of a well-worn book.



Pan’s Labyrinth (2006) 1/3

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