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[winterhalters]

“I can’t stand it to think my life is going so fast and I’m not really living it.”

— Ernest Hemingway (via quotemadness)

[quotespile]

“All God does is watch us and kill us when we get boring. We must never, ever be boring.”

— Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters

[ladyeowyn]

✦ @booksociety​’s Underrated Faves event: Sabriel by Garth Nix “ ’Does the walker choose the path, or the path the walker?’ ” Sabriel quoted, the words, redolent with echoes of Charter Magic, twining around her tongue like some lingering spice. Those words were the dedication in the front of her almanac. They were also the very last words, all alone on the last page, of The Book of the Dead.

[king]

i asked my bf to make me some fucking hot chocolate and the entire time he was trying to remember that one harry potter spell about turning water to rum anyway he came in with my drink and he just goes “eye of newt, sperm of groot” and i dont remember the rest becasue i just burst into tears

[raadelma]

Vasya reached for him, caught his shoulders between her hands. On swift impulse, she reached up and kissed him. “Live,” she said. “You said you loved me. Live.”

She had surprised him. He stared into her eyes, old as winter, young as new-fallen snow, and then suddenly he bent his head and kissed her back. Color came into his face and color washed his eyes until they were the blue of the noonday sky. 

“I cannot live,” he murmured into her ear. “One cannot be alive and be immortal. But when the wind blows, and storm hangs heavy upon the world, when men die, I will be there. It is enough.” 

“That is not enough,” she said.

[sourcelit-blog]

I have a theory. Hating someone feels disturbingly similar to being in love with them. I’ve had a lot of time to compare love and hate, and these are my observations. Love and hate are visceral. Your stomach twists at the thought of that person. The heart in your chest beats heavy and bright, nearly visible through your flesh and clothes. Your appetite and sleep are schredded. Every interaction spikes your blood with adrenaline, and you’re in the brink of fight or flight. Your body is barely under your control. You’re consumed, and it scares you. Both love and hate are mirror versions of the same game - and you háve to win. Why? Your heart and your ego. Trust me, I should know.

[vitruvians]

Hogwarts Student User Interface: Gryffindor House 

Fall - Winter - Spring 

Welcome to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry You have been sorted into Gryffindor House

[heteroglossia]

What if, however, humans exceed animals in their capacity for violence precisely because they speak? As Hegel was already well aware, there is something violent in the very symbolisation of a thing, which equals its mortification. This violence operates at multiple levels. Language simplifies the designated thing, reducing it to a single feature. It dismembers the thing, destroying its organic unity, treating its parts and properties as autonomous. It inserts the thing into a field of meaning which is ultimately external to it. When we name gold “gold,” we violently extract a metal from its natural texture, investing into it our dreams of wealth, power, spiritual purity, and so on, which have nothing whatsoever to do with the immediate reality of gold.

Slavoj Žižek, Violence. (via malglories)

[thequotejournals]

I opened my mouth, almost said something. Almost. The rest of my life might have turned out differently if I had. But I didn’t.

Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner (via wordsnquotes)

[br-e-a-t-h-e]

[idktorn]

The thing is, there’s times when you think you won’t survive -but you do. And there’s times when you think you aren’t strong enough to carry on -but you do. And there are times when each inch of your body is trembling, and aching, at the thought of him with her- but you survive that too. And I guess what i’m trying to say is that you think you won’t survive things, and then you do- just like you’re going to survive this. You are a survivor, my dear.

An extract from a book I’ll never write #10 (via idktorn)

[midori-kim]

The world of Kanako.

[antigonick]

And sweeter than the sweetest song, Is this tender silence between me and you.

Anna Akhmatova, excerpt of On the Hard Crests (tr. by Lyn Coffin)

[lyricslife]

[kiyomatsumoto]

[anthony-samaniego]

I guess I wasn’t “colourful” enough.  - multiple exposures shot on medium format film instagram

[cosmic-solitude-deactivated2020]

concept: i reincarnate as a tree. i do nothing than sleep and listen to nature for centuries.