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!

Decided to go out on my own tonight.

Had a shower…

Got anxious…

Put my Christmas jumper on and got into bed.

Quite literally stayed in my comfort zone!

What’s a girl gotta do to find man who doesn’t falsely imprison her?

So what? You failed your finals. You gained some weight. So what? You’re single again. You lost your job. So what? What now? You live. You try again. That’s what.

Don’t go into shock, obviously.

Have I missed something?!

(via snivllus)

Some days bleed. Some days are so sensitive, you don’t even want to get out of bed. These are the best days, though. You grab them by their pulse and you keep going, because something is happening in the universe that is making you feel so much. It’s a small glitch, an overflow, and you have been chosen to carry the extra weight. For one, small day, you are the sole bearer of this unnamed pain. You are a spot of light on the map of the world. Anyone or anything from another part of the galaxy will see you and think “I didn’t know people could be stars.”
For the Days That Hurt | Caitlyn Siehl (via alonesomes)

(via internal-acceptance-movement)

You are not a graveyard.
Stop opening your arms
to those who are only
looking for a place to
rest their tired bones.
Pavana पवन (via maza-dohta)

(via internal-acceptance-movement)

lilac-lolita:

afternoon tea x

(via mindofmorgan)

The Buddhists say if you meet somebody and your heart pounds, your hands shake, your knees go weak, that’s not the one. When you meet your ‘soul mate’ you’ll feel calm. No anxiety, no agitation.
Monica Drake, Clown Girl (via larmoyante)

(via tulipsunderthecolossus)