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Sometimes I feel like I’m not solid. I’m hollow. There’s nothing behind my eyes. I’m a negative of a person. All I want is blackness, blackness and silence.
by Sylvia Plath (via iwouldhavedonesomethingaboutit)

(Source: theburnthatkeepseverything, via ffitzgerald)

There is a bug in my wine. Well at least he died happy.
by Benedict Cumberbatch, Oz Comic Con, 2014. (via johnlockedness)

(Source: superwhospocklockian, via watsonly)

ethaos:

REMEMBER

(Source: alibis-not-needed-anymore)

(Source: sebverlac, via georgeorwells)

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flyingonthefriendshipship:

Would you kill him in his bed?
Thrust a dagger through his head?
I would not, could not, kill the King.
I could not do that evil thing. 
I would not wed this girl, you see.
Now get her to a nunnery.

~ Green Eggs and Hamlet 

(via sylviaplth)

The Creature: "All I wanted, was your love. I would have loved you with all my heart."

[…]

Frankenstein: "I don’t know what love is."

The Creature: "I will teach you."

(Source: sherlockisthebest, via unreasonablyme)