your mind—it’s so placid, straightforward, barely-used. mine’s like an engine, racing out of control. a rocket, tearing itself to pieces, trapped on the launch pad.
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and here I will remain until we begin again.
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Merlin…don’t do anything stupid
"I was at the airport a few weeks ago and this kid with a little cape on and a hammer was running around smashing into things and his parents looked over at me and said to him, ‘Look, look, it’s Thor!’ And the kid looked up and said: ‘No it’s not.’ And just ran off and continued to be Thor around the airport. And I realised, I ain’t Thor without the costume and the hammer."
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Steve’s face tho like “where’s your righteousness Natasha” is priceless
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“ Do you hear me, brother? ”
AU: berserkr!Thor inspired by (x)
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And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via leepace)
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You’ve changed so much
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