gosh it’s just sooooo thrilling to see something new!!! to actually SEE Destiny and Delirium and Destruction!!!! I am so full of excitement and exhilaration right now I wanna scream!!!!!
guys my all time favorite band since i was 15 that i love with my entire heart and soul and am planning on getting a tattoo of ARE BACK AFTER BEING BROKEN UP FOR LIKE FOUR YEARS I COULD SOB RN
About five minutes till the end of S4 E13 of Doctor Who, "Journey's End", and the power goes out.
When i finish those last five minutes i swear i will make another post onto this one, or just another post really, and it will be in anguish and fury because those episodes.
Doctor Who S4E12: The Stolen Earth
Doctor Who S4E13: Journey's End
Those episodes.
Have broken me. To pieces. Rose gets her happy ending, I love that. But at what cost?
❛ If you start thinking this is reality, you'll just slip into the abyss. ❜
the fall of the house of usher sentence starters | still accepting.
She had grown up in perfect family homes with black holes where the ceilings were supposed to be, perfect bites of cereal with milk diluted with paint to get the contrast just right, smiling down a camera lens that threatened to suck her down into it — now Mary Dahl stood on tiptoe, balancing on one foot on the kerb, and pressed both hands to her mouth as if to smother something.
She wondered when the lines of reality and fiction had first begun to blur.
It was a nice day. The kind of late afternoon they put on the postcards and the tourism brochures; the sun lowering itself over the bay caught the glass of uptown's glass spires and sent the light splintering across the post-work commute. You could almost pretend things were just fine in Gotham. Mary dropped her hands back down to her sides.
"We're not exactly the authority on reality, Harvey," she told him, scuffing her other foot along the pavement. "The abyss, though—" A little shrug. They knew about the abyss. She thought about those soundstage ceilings, rising up into the dark.
She looked out over the long lines of cars that were passing by, the people jaywalking through the traffic. Then, quietly, as if only to herself:"Sometimes it feels like everyone else gets to be human."