you are not my cure, nobody has that power, (…)
Margaret Atwood, from Is / Not in “Selected Poems I: 1965-1975″ (via adrasteiax)
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you are not my cure, nobody has that power, (…)
Margaret Atwood, from Is / Not in “Selected Poems I: 1965-1975″ (via adrasteiax)
if you live in maine and your house isn’t haunted by a woman whose husband died at sea than what is even the point?
Yes yes yes I do like you. I am afraid to write the stronger word.
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vita-Sackville-West written c. February 1927 (via violentwavesofemotion)
Reasons to Watch Will
-the bar fight is an iambic pentameter rap battle
-Marlowe is a gay spy, which is about as historically accurate as it gets for my man the melodramatic prince of misunderstood artists
-bi shakespeare BI SHAKESPEARE ITS ABOUT FUCKIN TIME
-Accurate representation of actors fucking around backstage during show and being entitled shits thank god someones got us pegged
-Fucking Shakespeare RAP BATTLE I WONT SAY IT AGAIN, FOLKS
-GAY GAY GAY GAY GAY
THIS IS NOT A L O V E POEM; THESE ARE THE PAGES OF BURNT HISTORIES, UNREADABLE AS THEY FALL INTO CHARRED FUTURES
If you were expecting a narrative, avert your eyes. If you were praying for hope, fall to your knees. There will be no inspiration here, no chance of survival. This is infatuation, lust, obsession, need, and destruction. To call it love is to make it gentle, romantic, ideal. You are none of these things. You are broken, and they will not make you whole -- but they just might make you human. Cherish that. Through all of the bloody knuckles and raised voices, know that this is the most alive you have ever felt. Discard your rules, your logic, your vanity, your kingdom. Very few things are meant to be, but your undoing has been written in the stars, and tonight it lies in your bed.
i have just enough fuel to last the night i have just enough bullets to get through tonight so let’s throw our lives away like we’re never going to die bathed in the gold of these city lights
a one-way ride | l.x. (via lxcuna)
character aesthetic // james t. kirk from star trek
“My dad joined Starfleet because he believed in it. I joined on a dare.”
me: I’m so excited to write this fic, it’s going to be good, I love it, I’m so pumped
*writes it in head before sleeping, gets emotional over songs that could fit the story, elaborates background and characterisations, writes lines on phone*
also me, in front of laptop: yeah, but no, I’ve got nothing
black & blue, an HP Aidan Fallows tribute:
“I sit up in the dark drenched in longing. I am carrying over a thousand names for blue I didn’t have at dusk.” — Joy Harjo
harry potter aesthetic: house gryffindor vol. II (posters edition) “By Gryffindor, the bravest were, prized far beyond the rest.” ➴ asked by anonymous
no studying we fail like men
How I used to love the dark, sad evenings of late autumn and winter, how eagerly I imbibed their moods of loneliness and melancholy when wrapped in my cloak I strode for half the night through rain and storm, through the leafless winter landscape, lonely enough then too, but full of deep joy, and full of poetry.
Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf (via entombedreverie)
toakenshire:
“You got the makings of greatness in you, but you got to take the helm and chart your own course.”
ghostmccoys:
character posters: Leonard H. Mccoy
“all i’ve got left is my bones.”