Only the flower knows.

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fuckyestomhiddlestonsvoice:

Could you consider- How hard it is to find words to express one’s deepest feelings. Um, Oh your laughing. Look I know I’m not brilliant with words.

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you-have-stolen-my-heart:

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miz-joely:

benedict-the-cumbercookie:

Benedict Cumberbatch wearing glasses, requested by retrospectav

special thank you to benedictervention

(taken from Creation, Inseparable, Sherlock, Stuart a life Backwards, Hawking)

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astrology-zone:

Cancer - around their crush

astrology-zone:

Cancer - around their crush

"I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant. You alone have brought me to Bath. For you alone, I think and plan. Have you not seen this? Can you fail to have understood my wishes? I had not waited even these ten days, could I have read your feelings, as I think you must have penetrated mine. I can hardly write. I am every instant hearing something which overpowers me. You sink your voice, but I can distinguish the tones of that voice when they would be lost on others. Too good, too excellent creature! You do us justice, indeed. You do believe that there is true attachment and constancy among men. Believe it to be most fervent, most undeviating, in

F. W.

"I must go, uncertain of my fate; but I shall return hither, or follow your party, as soon as possible. A word, a look, will be enough to decide whether I enter your father's house this evening or never."

You  p i e r c e  my soul. I am half  a g o n y , half  h o p e . . .

Once she felt that he was looking at herself—observing her altered features, perhaps, trying to trace in them the ruins of the face which had once charmed him;

Anne did not wish for more of such looks and speeches. His cold politeness, his ceremonious grace, were worse than anything.

Favourite Jane Austen Films/Mini Series Part 1 

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Shougo x Rei

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Celebrity and historic figure doppelgangers

buckymoans:

So Basically, I was crying during this part.. Sooo I made it into gifs, eh..