@mintmisha / mintmisha.tumblr.com
listen i’m not one for believing in the universe giving signs but… the first full moon of the year being on the first day of the year which is also a monday… sounds like a good opportunity to focus on rebirth, new beginnings, and personal growth and improvement
“From now on, you leave me and my friends alone. Understand?”
until it’s the mouth stuffed fast with cotton, and the limbs pulled clean off and a mouth on your mouth that you can’t see
castiel graphics challenge | stardustsam vs @envydean vs @thegreyruin ↳ prompt: unforgiven
The four founders of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry: Helga Hufflepuff
Was camping this week and got inspired from all the mist and fog to draw thisss.
does anyone else read the lips of people on gifs to figure out which part of the subtitles they are saying
harry potter series: arthur weasley
I was raised on Tolkien, man. I mean, where is all this?
I am Diana of Themyscira, daughter of Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons. In the name of all that is good, your wrath upon this world is over.
endless list of favourite female characters [14/∞]: eleven / jane hopper
Bitchin’.
Doctor Who character aesthetic: Rose
little christmas presents for people I adore ★ daenerys targaryen edit (for @mormont)
“All Daenerys wanted back was the big house with the red door, the lemon tree outside her window, the childhood she had never known.”
the thing is, somebody cares. i know your best friend seems really busy all the time and is shit at texting but she still loves you and she talks to you more than she talks to anyone else and you’re the only breath of calm she has on this planet. the boy in your science class loves seeing what music you’re listening to on your headphones - he has the same taste and wishes he had the nerve to ask you about it. your english teacher loves the insight you have on your papers. somebody cares. the person who lives down the street from you notices when you are sick because they don’t see you stomping your way to the schoolbus - it’s how they know it’s time to get their breakfast ready. somebody is looking for you at the party, even if they don’t know they’re really looking for you - but when you don’t show up, some part of them is disappointed. somebody is looking for you in the library, in the spot where you eat lunch, in front of that one step you always seem to trip on. i know your parents are a complicated mess and there’s drama between your friends and your love life is sort of shaped like a constant question and everybody seems all caught up in their own lives and their own happiness and nobody really notices: but somebody always does. every face in your dreams is someone you have met, and that means that you are in a million’s stranger’s heads. they see you when they go to bed. and somebody cares. somebody still thinks about you even though you were just a person with a nice outfit or good eyeliner or a great smile or because you were having one of those moments that are so charmingly human in nature or because they regret not asking if you needed help when you fell or because they wonder what you were thinking about or drawing or writing or just because you’re alive, and that makes you fascinating. somebody cares. when you were on break from work and saw a dog hanging his head out of the car and suddenly broke into a smile: there was a girl in the back of that car, and I was her, and I still think about you, and i hope you get more chances to smile like that. and there is you, sitting here reading this, and by some small extension, meeting me, and i am telling you, I care. somebody always does. i promise. i promise. you are loved.
I plan on becoming the girl of my own dreams
⏤ and that’s exactly what i plan on doing.
