Buddha floating on a lily pad
Mirit, 30s, Israel
multi fandom,multi character/actor obsessions
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chiltonspuppies:

if only i had been more curious about the common mind (for frilton)

#when will my kidney return from the war (via frederdickchilton)

My Dear Frederick!

The war is a horrible thing. I miss You so much. We were brutally seperated from each other and that’s unfair. I read Your letters every day and they make me happy and sad at the same time. Happy, because I reminiscent those great moments we had together. And sad, because when I’m reading Your words: “without You I’m not whole”  You remind me that I was once Yours.

I don’t know If we are going to see each other again. If something happens to me, remember, that I will always belong to you

Your beloved

Kidney

P.S. Eat well! Remember what the doctors told you.

(Source: plutoandpersephone)

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princessofthemindpalace:

I love how Hannibal has been making cannibal jokes for 2 seasons and no one has noticed but as soon as Will starts making them Jack is like whoa there friend

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deeproller:

I thought of {✝} angels {✝} choking on their   h a l o s . . .

deeproller:

I thought of {✝} angels {✝} choking on their   h a l o s . . .
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dudewheresmypie:

SCREAMING

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sherlock-hannibal:

Hannibal’s face tho.. :(

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katieofthelake:

don’t you hate it when you’re just trying to pet a lamb and a social worker climbs out of the horse corpse next to you

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brownberrypie:

Will doesn’t say anything, but Matthew knows that he doesn’t want him to kill anymore. He also knows Will won’t ask him to stop, and he doesn’t want to see that sad look in Will’s eyes anymore, so Matthew takes up boar hunting to calm any urges.

In some ways, this is even better, he tells himself. People are weak, sometimes, begging or pleading rather than fighting. And a person’s never cut him this deep before, except for the bullet, but that went in one side and out the other, didn’t puncture and tear. He sheathes his knife, blade still steaming warm from field dressing the carcass of the beast that nearly took him down with it, and he drops onto the steps of the porch. The dogs circle the entrails left for them, snapping at each other to determine who eats first.

"Jesus."

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