starseas
her temper was uncertain — and she was not easy, and she was not quiet, or beautiful, except in some dresses in some lights. but the great gift she had was that she understood what was said to her; there had never been any one like her for talking to. you could say anything — you could say everything, and yet she was never servile.
virginia woolf, the voyage out  (via rabbitinthemoon)
mollywobbles123

lennon-in-the-sky-with-timelords:

So my cousin was in a gay pride parade and everything in her outfit and makeup was rainbow but she was wearing red contacts and while marching, a protester behind her yelled “You’re going straight to hell” and she turns around to face him with her fuCKING blood red eyes and she says “well duh, I got a kingdom to run” and the protester nearly fucking passed out that is her legacy I want to be like her