I am an intelligent, eloquent, well-mannered young woman who just so happens to say “fuck” a lot.
The oldest person alive was born on April 19, 1897, meaning that April 18th, 1897 was approximately the last time the Earth was inhabited by an entirely different set of people and if you don’t think that’s the realist shit ever then you can get right on outta town
Okay, but guys, do you even understand how brilliant of a novel this could be? Like what if the voice in your head is your soul mate’s voice and they’re hearing yours, and you find each other one day because you hear them talking out loud and they hear you and you both recognize each other’s voices? Or what if we are all assigned a guardian angel or demon when we’re born and the voice in our head is just them reading from our life book and narrating our stories to us? Or what if the voice is our alternate selves’ voice from another universe and every self has a different version’s voice in their head and we’re all just connected in a loop?
There are so many possibilities. It’s a great fucking concept!
i want to write this novel
that’s the most brilliant idea I have ever heard oh my
what the fuck did I just read? that was so fucking beautiful
Share a Coke with Sherlock
“Share a coke with Sherlock” is some pretty unfortunate phrasing given what we know about the guy’s drug habits.
I snorted.
So did he.
#THIS #THIS SCENE IS SO IMPORTANT #JGHGJFHGJ #THEY HAD A DATE #THEIR FIRST DATE #THEY HAD CHIPS #THEIR FIRST CHIPS #AND THEN HE CHANGED #BUT ROSE LEARNS TO DEAL WITH IT #AND THEN SHE REMINDS HIM OF THEIR FIRST DATE #AND SHE HEARS HIM CHUCKLE #AND ANSWER #WE HAD CHIPS #AND THEN ROSE IS FINALLY SURE IT’S HIM #AND THEY START TO HAVE A NEW ADVENTURE (via ohmytardis)
