Never Stop Dreaming

bluestockingbookworm:

book-answers:

But think of this, Books

This just made me so very happy.

Until you get comfortable with being alone, you’ll never know if you’re choosing someone out of love or loneliness.
(via bl-ossomed)
It’s strange because sometimes, I read a book, and I think I am the people in the book.
Stephen Chbosky, The Perks of Being a Wallflower (via wordsnquotes)

tardistoaster:

raydelblau:

benedictedcumberbabeof221:

petition for the next companion to not be a white girl in her 20s who crushes on the Doctor 

petition for the next companion to be a grumpy chinese-american grandma who complains about plot-holes and knits the doctor horrific time-travel-themed sweaters to wear when she thinks it’s cold out (most of the time)

reblogging because this is the best idea ever

You know how you would feel if you were swimming in the ocean and all of a sudden you see a shark? That wave of panic? That’s how social anxiety feels. Only, you’re not in the ocean, you’re in public.. And it’s not a shark, it’s humans.
Someone asked me to explain what it was like living with Social Anxiety Disorder, this is what I told them (via cats-tats-recovery)
myfairytaleeverafter:


 
There is no
recipe
for happiness.
No amount of kisses,
farmer markets,
cups of tea,
or core-shaking laughs
will fix you.
You have to save yourself.
You have to
fight
for that peace.
Michelle K., Recipe for Happiness. (via michellekpoems)

mortisia:

“You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.” ― C.S. Lewis