Amy: 21. Absurdism. I drink too much wine. I like: books, music, film, travel, animals, learning things, and pretty shit. You will find that my tumblr reflects these things.

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  • (If You're Wondering If I Want You To) I Want You To
(If You're Wondering If I Want You To) I Want You To by Weezer
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Weezer - (If You’re Wondering If I Want You To) I Want You To

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blondonblog:

Peter Dinklage for GQ

blondonblog:

Peter Dinklage for GQ

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I am yours. <3 <3 <3 

I am yours. <3 <3 <3 

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tarddis:

I just want to hug peter dinklage and never stop

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tammystrawser:

You wonderful, faceless man. I would read a book entirely from your perspective.

tammystrawser:

You wonderful, faceless man. I would read a book entirely from your perspective.

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Mad Girl’s Love Song by Sylvia Plath

My favorite poem:

“I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)”