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Happy Belated Father’s Day!

I walked across the shadows

A dream my eye could see

In precious books held in my arms

Until I reached the sea.


I sailed into the sunset

Until I felt the sky’s tears

I saw the lightning break the sky

I heard the cry of bears


My paper leaves were blown away

From branches of my desperate hands

I’m left all alone

To dream of shadow lands


Some evenings I will look up

To see the sky’s cold, empty looks

A sigh, closed eye, a lonely moan,

Lamenting for the books.

Look at this lovely school project I had to do

Look at this lovely school project I had to do

grrrlfever:

wouldnt it be cool to just like not feel nervous about everything all the time

Happy Mother’s Day!

one of my friends absolutely hates the idea of people burning books

she burned her copy of faranheit 451 after reading it

littlebitofallonsy:

Favourite Characters from the Whoniverse 3/?

 Mickey Smith

‘There’s nothing wrong with a van. I once saved the universe with a big yellow truck.’

ALSO ben and leslie’s marriage episode WAS THE MOST PERFECTLY THING I HAVE EVER SEEN ON TELEVISION AKLFJGHALGH I’M SO HAPPY

This is Ben Wyatts omyflipi’mgettingmarriedtotheloveofmylife face
i love him

This is Ben Wyatts omyflipi’mgettingmarriedtotheloveofmylife face

i love him

Modern AU Cosette!
with all her glances

Modern AU Cosette!

with all her glances

Modern AU awkward 6th grader Cosette!

Modern AU awkward 6th grader Cosette!

Would you be surprised if I told you that, according to the Bechdel Test website, only 5 of IMDB’s Top 250 passed all three Bechdel criteria in 2010? Are we really asking too much of the film industry to include two women, who talk to eachother, about something besides a man? Surely this is the bare minimum of female representation we should expect from films. Women populate more than half of the world and yet we are still so often consigned to being the ‘love interest’ whose lives centre wholly around the male protagonist even to the point where the majority of mainstream films in our cinemas seem to find it impossible, in their entire run-time, to imagine a world in which a woman conducts a conversation that is not about a man.