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Why be the sheep when you can be the wolf?
R.L. LaFevers (via quotemadness)
I suffer mentally the physical sensations of a shipwreck when the body is swept mercilessly up and down amid gigantic waves.
Franz Kafka, from a letter to Felice Bauer written c. September 1916 (via violentwavesofemotion)
Not all treasure is silver and gold, mate. — Pirates of the Caribbean: The Curse of the Black Pearl (2003)
Inside my chest I felt my heart snap into two pieces which floated apart. By now I was so cold it was like burning.
Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay” (via theclassicsreader)
‘My husband is an honorable man. We’re not who you think we are.’ A Most Violent Year (2014)
His words and the way he’d looked when he said them shivered under my skin and stayed there like poison.
Melissa Albert, The Hazel Wood (via mashamorevna)
The heirs
I’ve made a mistake. It started with a prince, as most stories do. Once I felt the thrum of his heart beneath my fingers, I couldn’t forget it.
Alexandra Christo, To Kill a Kingdom (via mashamorevna)
Michael B. Jordan by Ethan James Green
Yes but how do I know that you’re dating me for my heart and not for my international criminal empire
Because your international criminal empire is what you do, and not who you are.
That is so sweet I might just stab someone
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Fairy tales — the proper kind, those original Brothers Grimm and Hans Christian Andersen tales I recall from my Eastern European childhood, unsanitized by censorship and unsweetened by American retellings — affirm what children intuitively know to be true but are gradually taught to forget, then to dread: that the terrible and the terrific spring from the same source, and that what grants life its beauty and magic is not the absence of terror and tumult but the grace and elegance with which we navigate the gauntlet.
Maria Popova, “The Importance of Being Scared: Polish Nobel Laureate Wisława Szymborska on Fairy Tales and the Necessity of Fear” (via soracities)
Sebastian Stan photographed by Steven Pan for GQ (2018)
The one I love is dark: he is an herb growing in secret places, an herb that heals wounds.
Mirabai, tr. by Robert Bly, from The Winged Energy of Delight; “Faithfulness,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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Saturn Devouring His Son - Francisco Goya, 1819-1823
Tessa Thompson photographed by Serena Becker for InStyle Magazine, 2015 November.
me as a hotel receptionist: *greets guests by playing hotel california but cutting it off right before they say california*