if a small child talks to you and your instinct is to crouch down so you can be at their eye level, I like you about 60% more automatically
My mother says that fanfiction doesn’t count as reading because “it isn’t nearly as good as the stuff that’s published. You’re not going to find something online that will win a Booker Prize.”
Please reblog if you count fan fiction as reading, or if the fanfiction you’ve read is equally as good as published novels. I want to see the figures.
*crushes mouse while hitting reblog button*
sirius black? i think you mean sirius african american
african european you dumb racist shit
"It would be amazing just give birth to yourself."
"Fall in love with someone who’s comfortable with your silence. Find someone who doesn’t need your words to know it’s time to kiss you."-Clairabelle Ann (via bl-ossomed)
Mary was born on 8 December 1542 at Linlithgow Palace, Linlithgow, Scotland, to James V, King of Scots, and his French second wife, Mary of Guise. She was said to have been born prematurely and was the only legitimate child of James to survive him. She was the great-niece of King Henry VIII of England, as her paternal grandmother, Margaret Tudor, was Henry VIII’s sister. On 14 December, six days after her birth, she became Queen of Scots when her father died. (x)
…. and preferably blue
how to rock a suit, by Thomas Hiddleston.