Same

daniel radcliffe: *tries his best to widen his horizons and take on various interesting and different roles*

me: look at the harry potter man go

Awwwww. Same to you, fellow dork the-panda-princess

Reblog if your best friend is pretty.

sometimes i try to scroll past this but then i feel guilty

Illustrations by Gabriel Picolo 

The Infernal Devices

In six words: I’m in love with Will Herondale

In five words: Wish I was a Shadowhunter

In four words: Never trust a duck

In three words: He’s my parabatai

In two words: Demon Pox

In one word: Feels

my mind says college but my heart says isolated sheep herder in Iceland

4:00 PM

(you never sleep regularly anymore.)

clock: 6:21

me: sick raven cycle reference

Inktober day 18, Pumpkin

Ronan: The world didn’t have words to measure hate. There were tons, yards, years. Volts, knots, watts. Ronan could explain how fast his car was going. He could describe exactly how warm the day was. He could specifically convey his heart rate. But there was no way for him to tell anyone else exactly how much he hated Aglionby Academy.Any unit of measurement would have to include both the volume and the weight of the hate. And it would also have to include a component of time. The days logged in class, wasted, useless, learning skills for a life he didn’t want. No single word existed, probably, to contain the concept. All, perhaps. He had all the hate for Aglionby Academy.

Adam: “With a dreamer.”

Ronan: