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all the light we cannot see – anthony doerr

watching
gilmore girls

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playlist



1. since i've been loving you
led zeppelin

2. little black submarines
the black keys

3. girl
the beatles

4. cigarette daydreams
cage the elephant

5. stuck on the puzzle
alex turner

6. no buses
arctic monkeys

7. apartment
young the giant





it's brand new to me, all those planets and creatures and horizons! i haven't seen them yet, not with these eyes. and it is gonna be fantastic!

  1. dailydwcast:

    Basically, I always go to vintage shops rather than going shopping for new clothes.

  2. aminyard:

    tv show aesthetics: doctor who
    “When you’re a kid, they tell you it’s all… Grow up, get a job, get married, get a house, have a kid, and that’s it. But the truth is, the world is so much stranger than that. It’s so much darker. And so much madder. And so much better.”

  3. zhirleyruiop:

    THE TARDIS

    The universe is big. It’s vast and complicated and ridiculous. And sometimes, very rarely, impossible things just happen and we call them miracles.

    (insp.)

  4. linggchu:

    Bit fairytale

  5. savexmebarry:

    “Peter now has a nickname for me: ‘the artist formerly known as JLC’,” she says. “The boring truth is that people have never really called me Jenna-Louise and I just found it very strange because I started to do more interviews and go places where people I didn’t know kept calling me Jenna-Louise. It sounded odd to me.”

  6. blueboxarchives:
“ “She listened as he told her stories of Gallifrey, of its rise and fall, its wrath and ruin; of its builders who hung the first orange lights in the streets to mirror the stars. In the golds of his irises she could see the planet’s...

    blueboxarchives:

    She listened as he told her stories of Gallifrey, of its rise and fall, its wrath and ruin; of its builders who hung the first orange lights in the streets to mirror the stars. In the golds of his irises she could see the planet’s twin suns, great round tables upon which thousands of restless flames danced and flared. And as he spoke, she felt the twining of a thread around her heart, tying her forever to this strange, lost place that had given her the most beautiful of gifts: him.
  7. linggchu:

    He always leaves you, doesn’t he?