My name is Luise. I'm 20 years old. German. And books are my life. Current obsesions: Harry Potter, MI, Game of Thrones, Twilight, LOTR, The Hobbit, SHERLOCK, Hunger Games, Richard Armitage, The Host, Coldplay, Emma Watson, Robert Pattinson, BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH...
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Mist and shadow. Cloud and shade. All shall fade…
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benedict cumberbatch + period drama roles (requested by anonymous)
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people who show you new music are important
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Heart Vs. Brain: Funny Webcomic Shows Constant Battle Between Our Intellect And Emotions
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Men sleeping is just so adorable to me, idk why lol. It’s like y'all finally peaceful and not doing no dumb shit, I love it
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My favourite thing about the Harry Potter books is that in the German translation they’re not playing “exploding snap” but “Snape explodiert” (exploding Snape).
For years of my life I believed that the Hogwarts students let figures of Snape explode for fun and everyone just accepted it as a completely normal game
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My prayers go out for the people that are experiencing rough times that happened in Paris, Japan, Baghdad and Beirut. Stay safe!
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I think I’m not the only one feeling this weird trapped feeling today, feeling sick and overwhelmed but unable to stop reading, reblogging. Trying to understand when there is nothing to understand.
I live in the middle of it. 19 people died in front of the bar I go drinking twice a week, and my friend the barmaid was hidden behind the bar for two hours. One of my best friend lives rue Bichat and heard the gunfire from his window. I know a family trapped in stade de France. I should have been drinking in Republique at 8PM yesterday, where they started shooting.
Yeah I get it. We are freaking out.
But please, stop spreading only the bad stuff. Stop the pictures and videos of bodies in the street, of yelling and blood. Stop talking about refugee’s hate, and islamophobia.
Talk more about the people that yelled in the street the number of the code to their flat when victims where running everywhere to bring them to safety. The man that opened the window of his flat to victims of the Bataclan stranded on the roof.
Talk about the man that went back to help a stranger pregnant woman, and the kid that was carried to safety by a total stranger worried he could be trampled by the crowd.
Talk about the social media, the hashtag #porteouverte to get people out of the street and #voyageavecmoi to help people afraid to travel alone because of their religion/skin color.
Talk about the taxis that stayed in the street, bringing people home for free all night, and the bus drivers that helped evacuate the Bataclan.
The people crowding the blood centers, so much that Paris now has to send them back home.
The people in their home, terrified and in shock, and only waiting for the possibility to crowd the street and show them that we are afraid but not broken, and together.
There are handfuls of people that will take out of this tragedy all the bad lessons, the wrong evidences.
But please don’t talk about them. Talk about the fraternity and the love of the scared, scarred, ones in Paris. Because we are so many, and we won’t give up
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“As Frodo was borne towards them the great pillars rose like towers to meet him. Giants they seemed to him, vast grey figures silent but threatening. Then he saw that they were indeed shaped and fashioned: the craft and power of old had wrought upon them, and still they preserved through the suns and rains of forgotten years the mighty likenesses in which they had been hewn. Upon great pedestals founded in the deep waters stood two great kings of stone: still with blurred eyes and crannied brows they frowned upon the North. The left hand of each was raised palm outwards in gesture of warning; in each right hand there was an axe; upon each head there was a crumbling helm and crown. Great power and majesty they still wore, the silent wardens of a long-vanished kingdom.”
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What made you like this? Oh, Watson.
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when you’re out with your friends and someone really hot walks by
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