I track the tag 'amyskhaleesi'
My skin has turned to porcelain, to ivory, to steel.
they say your heart is a valley
and your mind’s a mountain
i’ve woken up to the feel
of your feet treading across my skin
to paths etched across my ribs
"This is what I am now. And you’ll never know who I was before."
and like no one knows/remembers (including me until i went on tumblr today)
"This trip doesn’t end when you get back home. You never get off this train. You’re a mentor now."
Okay! Wow! I just realised that my account has passed its first birthday so for something to do in celebration I wanted to thank all my favourite people!
Those I converse with sometimes (no order)
Aevitatis // Agentrornanoff // Amygilllan // Amyskhaleesi // Armyofghosts // arthurdarvel // atimelordswife // averypottermormon // baernes // bakerstreetgarrison // bbenedicted // beckettvause // bootycap // braverydean
l-indsaytuggey // lothloriem // mandrakescry // mannign // manninq // matt-smith // mkhunterz // mrdarvill // myamelia // narcissx // nestingchesters // nobleamy // notyoursterotypicalnerd // novice-whovian
Once again thank-you for making my blogging life brilliant! I follow each and everyone of you proudly (sorry not sorry that there are so many of you!)
thank youu <3
I used this tutorial for those effects
"…sad, clingy, needy, pathetic bottom-feeder who can’t even take care of himself.”
“Sometimes I hear myself in interviews and I feel like I’m in that skit from Extras where one actor is taking the piss out of celebrities who are like, “I’m so normal! Look at me being really normal, doing all of this normal stuff!” You can take it to a point where it’s like, “Well, yeah, my life is kind of weird and I can’t pretend that I live exactly like everyone else,” because it’s an extraordinary set of circumstances to be under, so it’s kind of finding that middle ground. But yeah—sometimes I hear myself back and I’m like, “This just sounds like bullshit.” — Emma Watson