cassandraclare:

The Mortal Instruments poster in my local theater is too high up! I can’t reach it!

hillyhindi:

I can almost smell the smoke.  x

(Quelle: inconscien-te)

the-11-doctor:

hatteress:

lierdumoa:

I know you wanted this on your dash.

This is the best thing I’ve ever seen.

if you listen you can hear it when it lands

(Quelle: toxicgrin, via fandomasylum)

(via wiii-fi)

(Quelle: hausofdirectioners, via mrsbranwell)

(Quelle: tearingdowndoors, via hillyhindi)

Atop the wings was a folded piece of paper, addressed to the New York Institute. After splashing water on her face, Maryse had taken the letter and read it. It was short - one sentence - and was signed with a name in a handwriting oddly familiar to her, for in it there was an echo of Valentine’s cursive, the flourishes of his letters, the strong, steady hand. But it was not Valentine’s name. It was his son’s.
Jonathan Christopher Morgenstern.
She held it out to Brother Zachariah. He took it from her fingers and opened it, reading, as she had, the single word of Ancient Greek scrawled in elaborate script across the top of the page.
Erchomai, it said.
I am coming.

(Quelle: weliveandbreathewords, via cassandraclare)

fuckyeahtlokfanarts:

geersart:

Sketchin colors

Sketchin colors

shigeako:

overnight-shipping:

turntechtier:

2good2bdrew:

My 3 best friends

I STILL DONT UNDERSTAND THIS

penny, please escort him to the door.

Oh Chip, best buddy of buddies!

(via sheronimon)