— Rainer Maria Rilke, “The First Elegy” from Duino Elegies (tr. by Stephen Mitchell)
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— Rainer Maria Rilke, “The First Elegy” from Duino Elegies (tr. by Stephen Mitchell)
― Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
[text ID: I need a father. I need a mother. I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty.]
as per my last cutscene dialogue,
John Atkinson Grimshaw (British, 1836-1893), At the Park Gate, 1878. Oil on canvas, 20½ x 24½ in.
Hannibal 1.03 | 2.13 | 3.10 | 3.13
bitches will go into pyromancy during college and then be surprised that there aren’t any viable career options in the field like LMAO girl we don’t use braziers anymore!!! this isn’t the age of darkness!!!
you can tell a lot about a person by who their first fictional crush was. it also explains every fictional crush they’ve had since
who was yours? i’ll go first: mine was batman :x
I don’t care about the twitter people’s replies to this I want the white whales of the literary salon tastemakers on tumblr
for the martyrs
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been there, king
AL PACINO as Sonny Wortzik DOG DAY AFTERNOON 1975 | dir. Sidney Lumet
“War must be, while we defend our lives against a destroyer who would devour all; but I do not love the bright sword for its sharpness, nor the arrow for its swiftness, nor the warrior for his glory. I love only that which they defend.”
Arnaud Montagard
hes not just a 30 or 40 year old man to me. hes literally me