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Book worme.

Ohmygod

But I don’t want small talk. Text me, and without saying hello, tell me why you got so angry at your sister this morning. Tell me why you have a scar shaped like Europe on the left side of your neck. Send me paragraphs about the time you spent at your grandmother’s house that one summer. Call me when I’m half asleep and tell me why you believe in God. Tell me about the first time you saw your dad cry. Go on for hours about things that may not seem important because I promise that I’ll be hanging on to every word you say. Tell me everything. I don’t want someone who just talks about the weather.

This. Yes this, is the very thing I love about humans. (via wornsoles-wornsouls)

watchoutforintellect

I am torn in two but I will conquer myself.

Anne Sexton - from The Civil War (via watchoutforintellect)

ryebreadgf

but like… what if all the names in lotr were normal names…. what if aragorn was called george instead. what if frodo was donald. why is this so funny to me

gaywalkers

#Larry what do your elf eyes see

holmes-sweet-holmes-deactivated

#ben son of terrance

bemusedlybespectacled

Sam, Cam, Jim, Tim, Danny, Manny, Josh, Joe, Jack, Terry, Jerry, Harry, and the leader of our company, Chad.

belinsky

#tell me where is brian for i much desire to speak with him

littleladyonstars

Tolkien inspired wall design

thorinobsessed

[nazgul screeching]

ashi-burzum-ishi--moved-blog

[nazgûl screeching intensifies]

discordienne

[nazgûl screeching peaks]

Things.

lostcap

I. Icarus is a lonely boy sitting in a cafe, with ink blistered wings tattooed into his sunburnt skin. He falls into beds like they’re seas and loves suns who don’t give a damn. Wax coats his fingers and he laughs, not knowing why. II. Cassandra lives in a room made of four windows. Strangers kiss her in dreams as she screams. She sees all, and none believe. “Unstable.” “Wicked.” “Tragic.” They whisper, protected behind planes of broken glass. III. Achilles offers triumphant smiles as he holds up bloody knuckles. He fights wars on street corners and shares his victory with his beloved. He runs in the moonlight, until his feet ache and his legs collapse. He knows the world is meant to be his, and he will conquer it all. IV. Pandora listens to the universe from the back of a philosophy class. She inhales chaos and exhales despair. Sweaters cover scared wrists and misery clings to chapped lips. She worships with hollow, faithless eyes. They call her hopeless as she smiles, dried skin cracking. They know nothing. V. Orpheus plays his music in cigarette haze filled bars. He swallows pills and wine and never dies. He sees shadows flicker when he looks over his shoulder, consuming him. He forgets.

Myths and heroes, they adapt too | p.d (via ohsebs)

screwtheatlantic

We try to watch films together, and it starts off well, but somehow we always end up out of sync.

capngorgeous

i cant tell you how much this cartoon means to me…

cryptidcaper

http://www.watch2gether.com/ this will fix that problem :)

discordienne

:D

lemonysnicketlibrary

teachingliteracy

lemonysnicketlibrary:

—Lemony Snicket

discordienne

:)

ghostlysea

one of my favorite things about the rivals-to-lovers trope is when one of them, at the beginning of their relationship, grumbles about how much they hate the other person’s awful face and i sort of cackle to myself like, oh man. you’re going to have it so bad. it’s going to be so great. you are going to love the CRAP out of that awful face. you’ll be composing delicious, pining, sappy sonnets about it. i love it.

discordienne

uh. yeah.