When You Write A Sentence In Your Lit Paper That Is So Pretentious That You’re Not Even Sure What It

fuck I'm gay

Damaris Goddrie by Arno Frugier for Vogue UK September 2016

You are the air I need to breath. My body has grown dependent on you and you don’t even acknowledge my existence anymore. I’m suffocating without you. And you learned how to breathe without me.

theheartoftheplanet

Hawke, at the Winter Palace: who the fUCK—

Josephine: Champion, please!

Hawke: oh shit, sorry. Um… *looks at varric* …whomst?

Varric: 👌

Hawke: whomst the fUCK—

greek mythology moodboards: PROMETHEUS

titan god of forethought and crafty counsel; creator of mankind who stole fire from mount olympus and gave it to mortals

I’ve wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life.

Voltaire, Candide (via wordsnquotes)

Pictures from my trip to Cambridge a few weeks ago

problematic power duo and the chantry boy

Merle, at Taako and Kravitz’s wedding: and do you, Taako Taaco, take-

Krav: wait your last name is TAACO? I thought the book had just fucked up??

Merle: … take McAllister Kravitz-

Taako: Who The fUck is MCALLISTER

Relax. You will become an adult. You will figure out your career. You will find someone who loves you. You have a whole lifetime; time takes time.

Johanna de Silentio (via fyp-philosophy)

— Hades, about Persephone (x)