"From one dream to the next, hating every update of reality."
Buenos Tardis amigos! Sometimes I'm on Youtube, sometimes i'm a journalist, but I'm mostly a professional smartass. You're welcome.
Ravenclaw: Our emblem is the eagle, which soars where others cannot climb. Another cool thing about Ravenclaw is that our people are the most individual – some might even call them eccentrics. But geniuses are often out of step with ordinary folk, and unlike some other houses we could mention, we think you’ve got the right to wear what you like, believe what you want, and say what you feel. We aren’t put off by people who march to a different tune; on the contrary, we value them!
Oh, And I like mysterious sentences.


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4 days ago on September 12th, 2014 | J | 194 notes

Teethie buddy


Teethie buddy

1 week ago on September 5th, 2014 | J | 4,039 notes

I am gay you are gay we’re aaaalll gayyyyyyyy! 

2 weeks ago on August 30th, 2014 | J | 11 notes
Martin and Setsu Voirien.

Martin and Setsu Voirien.

3 weeks ago on August 26th, 2014 | J | 1 note


If you follow me on twitter you may (or may not) have seen my little outburst in defence of Robin Williams and all sufferers of depression and mental illnesses after hearing the offensive and inappropriate opinions of a radio presenter called Alan Brazil.

For those of you who haven’t heard what…

3 weeks ago on August 24th, 2014 | J | 1,876 notes
Am I an elf yet?

Am I an elf yet?

3 weeks ago on August 21st, 2014 | J | 4 notes

Of books and Leo.

I made a thing. I might write the rest of this story, I might not. But I had this stuck in my head for two weeks so here, meet Roy. 

(I’m French, sorry for any mistakes you might find here. Note that the weird use of punctuation is just how I write in general.) 



Roy was a pretty boy. Not handsome, but very pretty. Blond hair… No, golden hair. Golden hair and emerald eyes. His face was flawless. The kind a person good at drawing would draw for days. The kind that would be Youtube famous. I have nothing about pretty youtubers I’m just trying to help you imagine how good-looking he was. Not that I want you to like him for his looks. Well, kind of. Do I need to tell you that his body was quite great too? Don’t fall in love too fast. Especially if you’re a women. Roy was not into women. He wasn’t really into men either. Being pretty wasn’t his main interest in life. Roy enjoyed books you see, reading them, writing them, and being with them. He spent most of his time with books. Friends he didn’t have, family he didn’t like.

Is this the story of how Roy found a handsome lover who also enjoys reading then? No. And it’s not about his love story with a bully who suddenly became nice. You see Roy already liked someone. Leo was his name. He was handsome. Probably had loads of girlfriends in his time. Leo was now in a coma. Roy read books to him everyday for two hours. He didn’t know him. He met him two month ago, when he decided to read for an charity against loneliness or something. They needed someone to read, he liked to read. Roy knew nothing about Leo. Nobody ever came to visit him. It was probably very weird to have feelings for him.

As weird as the fact that such a beautiful guy had no one to love him? Roy often wondered what was Leo’s story. He had quite the imagination. Was he famous somewhere? Was he from another planet? Was he an orphan? Was he from another country? Roy did try to look him up on Google or Facebook. But no Leo Willis anywhere.

Leo was a ghost. A pretty ghost. In a coma. A pretty ghost in a coma. And Roy was in love with him. 

1 month ago on August 14th, 2014 | J | 3 notes
Rest in Peace, Robin Williams.
July 21st, 1951 - August 11th, 2014

Thank you for bringing joy into my childhood and life with your voice and acting. Thank you for your contagious jokes, your wacky impersonations, and amazing acting. Thank you for making my childhood experience better, and thank you for bringing joy to those even though you battled with your own joy. If only you could have known how much you’ve impacted people. Your life work will live on, and you will never be forgotten. I know I won’t forget you. Thank you for helping me whenever I felt sad and having a film for every mood. Gone, but never forgotten.

1 month ago on August 12th, 2014 | J | 195,441 notes



so yesterday i was in london and i tripped up at the tube station and was helped up by this guy so i told my friend


and just now my friend sent me a link to this craigslist ad 



Update: i have now procured a date

1 month ago on August 12th, 2014 | J | 171,069 notes
If it’s darkness we’re having,
let it be extravagant.
- Jane Kenyon  (via rssian)
1 month ago on August 12th, 2014 | J | 6,396 notes