A Morning Glory On The Vine

"Morning always looked like youMorning always looked like youAnd from my window the only viewIs you walkin' 'way not lookin'...back"My name is Leah. I'm 23 years old with a Bachelor of Arts in History and a Music minor.~One Among The Fence~Emotional Aunt of the InherifamilyFandoms: Tolkien Universe, Store-goer, ATLA, Inheritance Cycle, HP, OUaT, HIMYM, BBT, the Lizzie Bennet Diaries, Nerdfighters, Star Wars, anything Robin/Nightwing and Beauty and the Beast. And of COURSE Coheed & CambriaOTP: Zutara, Dramione, Rumbelle, Clintasha, Barney/Robin (affectionately known as Swarkles)"Don't think, don't judge. Just listen."

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mind-dungeon:

it’s a good thing that Sherlock was the one to fake his death because imagine what would happen to Sherlock if he believed John died

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wolvensnothere:

manafromheaven:

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exgynocraticgrrl:

Malcolm X: Our History Was Destroyed By Slavery 

on March 17, 1963 in Chicago.

see how little we get taught about history - I never had any idea why Malcolm X used the ‘X’. 

How come I didn’t know this

Also that crusty old white man called the named ‘gifted’. Jesus.

"GIFTED" fuck you, GODDDDAMN

That is the correct response to learning this for the first time. There’s a reason my family took me to see ‘Malcolm X’ when it came out in theaters.

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When I fall asleep
Your face is all I dream.
21:13, Coheed and Cambria (via jessiprime)

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kaleigh-marie:

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polyamorousmisanthrope:

valkyriestrikeofthelashatterdome:

gotterdammerungs:

                             (x)

And then in the future, everything changes. He’s been through it all, of course-watched humanity rediscover the heavens above them, watched them begin to wonder what’s out there. He cheered with the rest of the world when they landed on the moon, cheered as if he’d found Isla de la Muerta all over again, because there was something new. New treasure, a new horizon. But then they stop going, stop exploring, and he goes back to riding tankers across the rising seas. So he’s surprised when one day he wakes up from a night with his bottle of rum (his truest companion), and hears that there’s colonies on Mars now, and they need ships to supply them. He spends the next decade crafting new identities, learning all he can to qualify for the job, and after several tries (and even more faked deaths-this immortality thing isn’t all it’s cracked up to be in the age of the inerasable digital self) he gets it. The ships go nearly constantly now, the needs of the terraforming project creating an unbroken line of vessels from Mars to Earth and back again. “Show me that horizon,” he whispers to himself, his personal prayer of thanksgiving, each time they leave orbit, because the worlds, the stars are in motion and it’s never the same, with nearly three years for a round trip the ports are always different, even if they keep the old names. And finally one trip something goes wrong with the reactor, they’re too low on power and have to deploy the backups, and Jack (Lucky Jack, they call him, for he survives too many things he shouldn’t but science has yet to accept that maybe some things weren’t old wives’ tales after all) goes out for the spacewalk to bring up the solar panels. And as they rise, geometric patterns black against the sun’s glare, he’s struck by a powerful sense of déjà vu, because it’s all here-wind and sails, a ship beneath his feet and stars above his head, horizon in all directions. He wonders, for a moment, if the reason he’s still here is because the universe wanted a witness, to mourn the end of one age of exploration, and rejoice in the birth of the next.

Thank you for writing this. It made me cry, but oh I am so relieved to see the yearning for the stars.

That shouldn’t have given me as many feels as it did… 

This gave me chills like twice

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incurablylazydevil:

I’m you, aren’t I?

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lookslikeazipper:

Right so im walking home and I see this guy rolling a cigarette under a streetlamp and when he clicked his lighter THE FUCKING STREETLIGHT WENT OUT

I stopped in my tracks and stared at this guy who looks up at me then to his lighter and hes as surprised as me then he takes his thumb off the trigger and THE STREETLIGHT TURNS BACK ON

HE GAVE THE MOST SURPRISED LOOK OF ANYONE EVER AND THEN SHOUTED “LATER MUGGLES” AND FUCKING RAN OFF

AM I DREAMING

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scjacka:

Speaking of amazing fictional ladies

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headlessdragoon:

A battle of epic proportions

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exgynocraticgrrl:

Breaking The Male Code: After Steubenville, A Call To Action

Sports Editor at The Nation, Dave Zirin

Wow.

DAMN.

Very well put.

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How can emptiness be so heavy?
Six Word Story (via narcissasmalfoy)

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gaynerdyandannoyed:

The struggle

saythatagainteme:

chasingcomics:

The Man Who Lives Alone

My Intro to Comics final about ghosts and love.

YOU DONT KNOW HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS OMG I WANT TO CRY

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lorfinka:

Alfred!!

ALFRED LITERALLY JUST BEAT UP SUPERMAN

DONT FUCK WITH ALFRED

Kicked him so hard his shoe blew up.

What the hell just happened? Is this real life?

HOW THE FUCK WAS ALFRED ABLE TO BEAT SUPERMAN UP LIKE THAT AND CARRY BATMAN BRIDAL STYLE ISNT HE LIKE SUPER OLD OR SOMETHING

FOR REALS, SOMEONE EXPLAIN THIS BECAUSE I AM CONFUSED.

I assume it’s kind of like when a mothers kid is trapped under a car and then she lifts it to get her kid.

But you know with punching out superman.

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