Bomb in a Birdcage

20 year old Whovian, nerd, hipster, indie kid, Sherlock Holmes fan, reader, writer, stargazer, student, bibliophile, pop culture know it all, tea drinker, coffee addict, teapot collector, aspiring librarian, big kid.

I'm Charlotte and basically, hi!

What? Wait a minute…

Did I just do something that involved respecting myself??

Is this… progress?

What part of no don’t you understand? I want a man, not a boy who thinks he can…

Has something ever happened in your life and, because of the situation, you thought it wasn’t worth talking about?

But then, when you’re out of that situation you begin to think about it more and more. And you feel like it’s a big deal, looking back - but how can it be when you didn’t make a big deal of it at the time?

I don’t want to make a fuss. But it’s been on my mind for a while now, for the last few weeks. And I kind of want to hear someone say to me “No, you’re right, it is a big deal. I don’t blame you for feeling that way.”

I just can’t find the words to talk about it, because I’m afraid of people saying that it’s no big deal and questioning why I feel this way.

I have just failed at Tumblr… Almost spectacularly!

I’ve just woken up.

It appears that Earth is safe from harm and currently doesn’t need my assistance.

So I’m going back to bed.




game of thrones will really surprise people next season when in the ninth episode they kill off actual viewers


I was not expecting that, and I laughed entirely too loud.

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I found my senior quote.

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