We're all mad here!

Marte, 16 year old, Norway :3 Born September 9th, 1997 :3 Welcome to my insane mind! Last time I cut: July 14th, 2014

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soya-milk:

Coffee o’clock ☕️ @larissadub_

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goldenheartedrose:

the—-cat-is-called-hamish:

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dubiousculturalartifact:

Because some days I have exactly ZERO patience for Martha Jones hate.

Martha rocks my world.

I could write an essay about Martha Jones the things she did. Martha Jones is awesome. End of conversation.

Martha deserved better, but series 3 was so much more…realism, really. 

Also, dear fandom

I’d forgotten not all victories are about saving the universe.”

 That’s the thing that makes a companion awesome? Really? Not that humans are awesome? No such thing as an ordinary human? Because ordinary humans are all extraordinary BECAUSE they are ordinary humans?

No

clearly we don’t like Who for the same reasons dude

Oh man yes this.

Also, highlighting the other companions’ accomplishments just underscores how often the female characters’ greatest achievements are things that are completely accidental or incidental to them. The metacrisis was something that *happened* to Donna more than something she did. Rose became the Bad Wolf through her own stubborn determination, but still… once she accidentally transcended time and space, the rest was pretty easy.

Martha wasn’t destined for cosmic greatness through some predestination loop and she wasn’t shazamed by phlebotinum into some kind of super being.

She walked every step of her journey by herself.

❝ I wonder who’s gonna be by my side in 10 years ❞

- (via silly-luv)

No one.

(via guysgetdepressedtoo-12)
❝ It’s taboo to admit that you’re lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven’t left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. Ha ha, funny. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you’re not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are.

A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn’t transition well to adult life, that you’d fall right through the cracks. And look at you now. La di da, it’s happening.

Your mother, your father, your grandparents: they all look at you like you’re some prized jewel and they tell you over and over again just how lucky you are to be young and have your whole life ahead of you. “Getting old ain’t for sissies,” your father tells you wearily.

You wish they’d stop saying these things to you because all it does is fill you with guilt and panic. All it does is remind you of how much you’re not taking advantage of your youth.

You want to kiss all kinds of different people, you want to wake up in a stranger’s bed maybe once or twice just to see if it feels good to feel nothing, you want to have a group of friends that feels like a tribe, a bonafide family. You want to go from one place to the next constantly and have your weekends feel like one long epic day. You want to dance to stupid music in your stupid room and have a nice job that doesn’t get in the way of living your life too much. You want to be less scared, less anxious, and more willing. Because if you’re closed off now, you can only imagine what you’ll be like later.

Every day you vow to change some aspect of your life and every day you fail. At this point, you’re starting to question your own power as a human being. As of right now, your fears have you beat. They’re the ones that are holding your twenties hostage.

Stop thinking that everyone is having more sex than you, that everyone has more friends than you, that everyone out is having more fun than you. Not because it’s not true (it might be!) but because that kind of thinking leaves you frozen. You’ve already spent enough time feeling like you’re stuck, like you’re watching your life fall through you like a fast dissolve and you’re unable to hold on to anything.

I don’t know if you ever get better. I don’t know if a person can just wake up one day and decide to be an active participant in their life. I’d like to think so. I’d like to think that people get better each and every day but that’s not really true. People get worse and it’s their stories that end up getting forgotten because we can’t stand an unhappy ending. The sick have to get better. Our normalcy depends upon it.

You have to value yourself. You have to want great things for your life. This sort of shit doesn’t happen overnight but it can and will happen if you want it.

Do you want it bad enough? Does the fear of being filled with regret in your thirties trump your fear of living today?

We shall see.

- You’re Not Making The Most Of Your 20s, Ryan O’Connell  (via paintdeath)

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gabrielsaunteredvaguelydownwards:

meanwhile in england

  • i am in a dress
  • everybody you talk to opens conversation with ‘FUCK it’s hot’
  • there are three hour long traffic jams for the beach
  • everybody not at the beach is at home wailing that it’s too damn hot
  • the shops have sold out of hair removal cream

it is 28°C how do you people do this ‘heat’ thing

image

americans laughing in the distance

australians laughing maniacly 

❝ It’s the maybes that will kill you. ❞

- (via praises)

lee-paces-smile:

 lemonconfessions,

I am in need of an update of Prof Hiddleston! ;)

❝ You have to find the right distance between people. Too close, and they overwhelm you, too far and they abandon you. ❞

- Hanif Kureishi    (via un-exotic)

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