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*I sold my soul to Marvel*

My BFFF and Stiles to my Malia :3
http://the-girl-with-a-book.tumblr.com/

Eternally in love with:

Teen Wolf
The Raven Cycle *_*
IN THE FLESH :D
Oberyn Martell (╥﹏╥)
Bucky Barnes ^_^
Richie Gecko *✧ (ू•ᴗ•ू❁)

DREAM JOB: Sebastian Stan's personal assistant.. (▰˘◡˘▰)

My name is Polina.19.Russian. Currently in Canada. Born 3/09/94. Still figuring out what to do with my life. Studying,partying, watching movies,drawing and enjoying every moment of it! Dream to have my own private loft apartment to just sit there and draw all day long..
I love: Art, drawing, inspiration, magic, photography,black coffee,British actors, travels,dark rooms, Cirque du Soleil, horses, ocean, Dinosaurs!,Vintage, bones,taxidermy, witchcraft,wolves, old books,MARVEL,psychology,fashion, cinema, folk rock, comics, models, ballet, theatre, ships, lighthouses, grundge, 70's, hippies, pot, tatoos,90's..

Some of the people I love and admire are :
Frank Iero, Gerard Way,Tim Burton,Johnny Depp,David Fincher,Kurt Cobain and lovely and amazing River Phoenix :3

Music: My Chemical Romance,FOB,Bastille,Matt Corby, Mumford&Sons, Coldplay, Florence and the machine, The Kooks, MGMT, 30 STM, Nirvana, Foster the People and many many others..

Series I love: In The Flesh, Friends,ADVENTURE TIME, The Walking Dead,Doctor Who, The Big Bang Theory, Castle,Teen Wolf, Skins, Game of Thrones, The Borgias, Once Upon a time, Suits, Bones,The Mentalist,Lie to me, White Collar, Sherlock,Shameless,Sabrina the teenage witch,ALF,Weird science and other 90's shows :D
xxx
The prince fought valiantly.
He slayed the dragon.
The princess cried for days.
She loved that dragon.
— The stories fairytales don’t tell (via caliginosity-)

alexfisherson:

what if in like 5 years jack will be touring with a fucking 100 piece orchestra without a setlist

foliejpg:

life goal: lay in the grass next to the mausoleum 

(Source: wentz-jpg)

janefoster:

basically my life can be summed up in alternating periods of Linda Belcher’s “Alriiiiight!” and Bob Belcher’s “Oh my god”

kelekelo:

every class is art class if you dont care enough

Ah great..now everyone is going to talk about Jennifer Lawrence’s pictures..another stupid media topic..why do people even care about things like that? Why would you waste your time on that?? And why would anyone put shame on her! She’s so pretty and awesome and god I definitely don’t blame her for wanting to document that! Don’t people just have anything else to do!? Do you know how much I care? This much..

“I canna wear this. I’m not a MacKenzie. Do ye know my motto, lass? My clan’s, I mean.”
“No. I don’t even know what clan you’re from.”
“Je suis prest.”
Je suis prest. I am ready. But ready for what?

(Source: dreammetheworld)


There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born there, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size, its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter—the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. Of these trembling cities the greatest is the last—the city of final destination, the city that is a goal. It is this third city that accounts for New York’s high strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements. Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness, natives give it solidity and continuity, but the settlers give it passion. And whether it is a farmer arriving from a small town in Mississippi to escape the indignity of being observed by her neighbors, or a boy arriving from the Corn Belt with a manuscript in his suitcase and a pain in his heart, it makes no difference: each embraces New York with the intense excitement of first love, each absorbs New York with the fresh yes of an adventurer, each generates heat and light to dwarf the Consolidated Edison Company… — E.B. White, ‘Here is New York’

There are roughly three New Yorks. There is, first, the New York of the man or woman who was born there, who takes the city for granted and accepts its size, its turbulence as natural and inevitable. Second, there is the New York of the commuter—the city that is devoured by locusts each day and spat out each night. Third, there is New York of the person who was born somewhere else and came to New York in quest of something. Of these trembling cities the greatest is the last—the city of final destination, the city that is a goal. It is this third city that accounts for New York’s high strung disposition, its poetical deportment, its dedication to the arts, and its incomparable achievements. Commuters give the city its tidal restlessness, natives give it solidity and continuity, but the settlers give it passion. And whether it is a farmer arriving from a small town in Mississippi to escape the indignity of being observed by her neighbors, or a boy arriving from the Corn Belt with a manuscript in his suitcase and a pain in his heart, it makes no difference: each embraces New York with the intense excitement of first love, each absorbs New York with the fresh yes of an adventurer, each generates heat and light to dwarf the Consolidated Edison Company… — E.B. White, ‘Here is New York’

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