My name is Isabel, I'm 19 and this is my account of all the things I love in life.

"I hope you read some fine books and kiss someone who thinks you're wonderful, and don't forget to make some art--write or draw or build or sing or live as only you can." - Neil Gaiman
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wild-nirvana:

Some people find it bizarre that I carry at least one or two books with me wherever I go. So much unnecessary weight they say. But whenever you feel alone you can be comforted by the people between the pages, the people you wish you really knew, who are always there.

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w33nawbuzznarl:

rifa:

lisasedai:

i hate it when

there’s like a feeling in your gut that something is very wrong and the feeling is so strong that it makes you feel physically ill but the problem is that there’s actually nothing wrong so you don’t know what to do

and the feeling just doesn’t go away

OH MY GOD OTHER PEOPLE GET THIS

what if you have a soul mate and thats what happens 

when theyre in trouble 

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imperialeagle:

beautytruthandstrangeness:

gradientlair:

bluedogeyes:

Captain Uhura should have been a thing 

(via S.T. Enterprise D Bridge Restoration)

EPIC.

I have a headcanon that Admiral Uhura lived to a ripe old age as the Starfleet Director of Intelligence. And she would have fought and undermined Section 31 long before it was safe to acknowledge its existence. She taught regular symposiums (and not just at the Academy) on universal translators and how despite the technology, you still needed to have living polyglot translators for the hard stuff. 

She was Picard’s Seminar in Translator Algorithms professor for about three classes and advised him to just take Klingon to get the required xenolinguistics credit out of the way. He did, but he still sat in on her class.

She also played in the Vulcan equivalent of a jam band and had a quiet off and on Thing with Spock that McCoy adamantly did not want to hear about. 

There.

Headcanon accepted.