Hiya hiya!
Caitlin
22/F/Ravenpuff
IN(S)FP
4w5
Likes Pokemon, Doctor Who, and open mindedness and a plethora of other things.
"Vincent: Hold my hand, Doctor. Try to see what I see. We're so lucky we're still alive to see this beautiful world. Look at the sky. It's not dark and black and without character. The black is in fact deep blue. And over there! Lighter blue. [the starscape slowly transforms into The Starry Night] And blowing through the blueness and the blackness, the winds swirling through the air. And there shining, burning, bursting through, the stars! Can you see how they roar their light? Everywhere we look, the complex magic of nature blazes before our eyes.
Doctor: I’ve seen many things, my friend, but you’re right: nothing quite as wonderful as the things you see. "
"The way I see it, every life is a pile of good things and bad things. The good things don’t always soften the bad things, but vice versa the bad things don’t always spoil the good things and make them unimportant. And we definitely added to his pile of good things."
Two of my favorite quotes from my favorite episode "Vincent and The Doctor"
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bigfatnigga:

DON’T MAKE FUN OF SOMEONE’S PHYSICAL APPEARANCE OK IT HURTS THEIR FEELINGS AND MAKES THEM INSECURE DON’T MAKE FUN OF ANYONE AT ALL!!!!!!!!!!!

allwecanbe:

Friends who trivialize your mental illness are not friends

Friends who don’t attempt to understand your mental illness are not friends

Friends who shame you for your mental illness are not friends

fortuonapaendrag:

hating people isn’t a feeling it’s a state of being

whatsgoingon12:

riddlemehiddleston:

things that say a lot about a person

  • their favourite character
  • the lyrics they write on their hands
  • the colours they wear
  • which murder weapon they prefer
  • how they make their tea

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But Not Forgotten

apoemaday:

by Dorothy Parker

I think, no matter where you stray,
That I shall go with you a way.
Though you may wander sweeter lands,
You will not soon forget my hands,
Nor yet the way I held my head,
Nor all the tremulous things I said.
You still will see me, small and white
And smiling, in the secret night,
And feel my arms about you when
The day comes fluttering back again.
I think, no matter where you be,
You’ll hold me in your memory
And keep my image, there without me,
By telling later loves about me.