What up what up. The name's Lindsey; Whovian, Potterhead, hopeless romantic, awkward phone message-leaver, chocoholic, occasional wearer of false moustaches. Surprisingly no longer single. Current obsession: Steam Powered Giraffe. Ask is always open, I'm here to talk if you need me. Whovians Flailing
BSG - The Son Also Rises: Season 3 Episode 18
the gods have spoken
Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.
Quite possibly my favorite post on tumblr.
Instant reblog, favourite post, easily
its on valentines day </3 aww :(
that’s well cute
So I just gained a follower a few moments ago with the name maartin4life
LISTEN TO ME
WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU DO
THEIR FUCKING PAGE
I JUST OPENED IT AND MY AVAST ANTIVIRUS TOLD ME THAT THERE WAS A FUCKING TROJAN HORSE
going for the gold
it’s 9 o clock in the morning it is way too early for someone to walk into lecture dressed as gandalf
do i live in real life
Some things never change.