moved.

[ycstrebarchived-deactivated2016]

   It’s EASY to forget what intelligence consists of: luck & speculation.                      Here & there a windfall,                      here & there a scoop.

[ycstrebarchived-deactivated2016]

   It’s EASY to forget what intelligence consists of: luck & speculation.                      Here & there a windfall,                      here & there a scoop.

[ficlelis-archived-blog]

ficlelis now at >> ycstreb

[ycstrebarchived-deactivated2016]

   It’s EASY to forget what intelligence consists of: luck & speculation.                      Here & there a windfall,                      here & there a scoop.

[ficlelis-archived-blog]

ficlelis now at >> ycstreb

[ficlelis-archived-blog]

ficlelis now at >> ycstreb

[ycstrebarchived-deactivated2016]

   It’s EASY to forget what intelligence consists of: luck & speculation.                      Here & there a windfall,                      here & there a scoop.

[ycstrebarchived-deactivated2016]

   It’s EASY to forget what intelligence consists of: luck & speculation.                      Here & there a windfall,                      here & there a scoop.

[ficlelis-archived-blog]

ficlelis now at >> ycstreb

[al-shaytan-deactivated20170323]

Men are so simple of mind, and so much dominated by their immediate needs, that a deceitful man will always find plenty who are ready to be deceived.

Niccolò Machiavelli

[quotemadness]

He loved books; books are cold but safe friends.

Victor Hugo (via quotemadness)

[rpfunstuff]

What’s one headcanon you have about my muse?

[readyforyours-archived-deactiva]

[readyforyours-archived-deactiva]

                              they called me a thief, and they called me a liar.                               they called me a ŧraitor as they built the pyre.                               i begged your forgiveness when the heat burned my skin.                                my only crime, i confess, was not having sinned.

                                                { graphic by darkpatriotism​ }                                                 { poem by aprilmillerphd }

private & exclusive               Brock ‘Bones’ Rumlow

[coffeeforthemoon]

Alana Yarbrough.

[litverve]

…days decrease, And autumn grows, autumn in everything.

Robert Browning, from “Andrea del Sarto,” Selected Poems (Penguin Books, 1989)

[in-theembers]

Do not say I am “good for you.” I am not a Saturday morning jog. I am a three-day alcohol binge in another town. I am not a good night’s sleep. I am a horror movie that makes you question why you ever watched the whole thing. I am not good for you. I’m still poison. I am just as toxic as all the others, You just like the way I taste better.

It’s funny how a skull and crossbones can look like a heart, Elizabeth McNamara (via in-theembers)

[comiitatusarchive]

——— you know, god walked down in the cool of the day;           called Adam by his name and he refused to answer.