im kind of concerned im at my happiest when im alone in my room on the internet but hey what can you do

on point af.


A dog wants to belong. A dog wants to belong to a pack, and it’ll do what it has to do in order to eat and survive and stay warm, and they don’t leave your side. They do what they do. Each dog has a job. Some, you know, have different jobs [than] others. I have a job. You know, I see myself very similar to a dog. That sounds so weird? [Laughs.] I fucking love dogs, okay? I love dogs. You know what I mean?

Since you were a kid?
Yeah, since I was a kid. My son, and my dogs, and my wife, and that’s the way it is. And my work — like a dog.”  (x)

Tom Hardy photographed by Jeff Vespa | TIFF14 Portraits | 4 Sept 2014 


Lydia would never run and hide.

"I really did love you more."


I can’t wait for the fic that I’m going to write after this fic I’m not writing because I still have to finish another fic (which I can’t seem to focus on).

"When I turn towards you
in bed, I have a feeling
of stepping into a church
that was burned down long ago
and where only the darkness in the eyes of the icons
has remained
filled with the flames
which annihilated them."

—Henrik Nordbrandt, from “Our Love Is Like Byzantium,” The Ecco Anthology of International Poetry (Ecco, 2010)


teacher: you’re 5 minutes late