HerRealm

_New Writer_ Fantasy _YA Fiction_Fairy tales_

[strangenesswithcharm]

Hi! I’m a content creator working on an educational YouTube series about historic royal effigies for my new channel. I’m looking for anyone who has taken a photo of Henry VII’s effigy at Westminster Abbey and would be willing to let me use it with credit in my video. Thanks so much! 📸👑

[strangenesswithcharm]

"Some whispered a merrow could grant wishes, while others said it stole souls to harbor in the vast sea depths.  It made little difference for Dylan, who had nothing left to lose as he tossed a small glass bottle with a wax-sealed cork off the small, weathered dock off Rowlin Beach.  He did the same the two previous nights.  The first bottle held ashes,  the second a loch of hair, and this final one carried blood.  These were the instructions he’d been given to summon the creature.  He waited in the light of the low-hanging moon of a starless sky as he stared out at the gloomy abyss and prayed a creature of last hope would answer his call." Michele O'Neill Do you want to read more?

[strangenesswithcharm]

“Arabella Tulley was the heart and beauty of her clan. Waves of deep auburn hair swung about her waist. Warm chocolate eyes revealed swirls of warm honey in firelight. A Soft spray of freckles dusted her nose and soft cheeks perfectly, which were flawlessly structured above a smile as gorgeous as it was contagious. Her voice sang so sweet it was near angelic as words danced from her tongue and enchanted all those who bent an ear. Countless men and women thought themselves in love at the sight of her. More often than not, she found little gifts at her door. Bouquets of roses, peonies, and foxglove were her favorite. She’d been gifted boxes of fudge, little toffees, baskets of cheese, smoked meats, and, not least of all, poems and letters. Shopkeepers offered her lush gowns of velvet and satin without charge only to find themselves sold out of every last piece in weeks to come. Everyone wanted to emulate the gorgeous Arabella. While her beauty was the pleasure of those around her, it was nothing but a burden to Arabella herself.”

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[titaniasummerdream1595]

Not Chade Fallstar doing cosplay in the middle of a life changing event

[thankyoudemons]

I 🖤 you, Ceridwen. ☘️

[quotespile]

“I don’t miss him anymore. Most of the time, anyway. I want to. I wish I could but unfortunately, it’s true: time does heal. It will do so whether you like it or not, and there’s nothing anyone can do about it. If you’re not careful, time will take away everything that ever hurt you, everything you have ever lost, and replace it with knowledge. Time is a machine: it will convert your pain into experience. Raw data will be compiled, will be translated into a more comprehensible language. The individual events of your life will be transmuted into another substance called memory and in the mechanism something will be lost and you will never be able to reverse it, you will never again have the original moment back in its uncategorized, preprocessed state. It will force you to move on and you will not have a choice in the matter.”

— Charles Yu, How to Live Safely in a Science Fictional Universe

[inthiskingdomwewillendure]

Eowyn & Faramir at the coronation in 4k

[quotespile]

“Morality, too, is a question of time.”

— Gabriel García Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores

[strangenesswithcharm]

Arabella Tulley was the heart and beauty of her clan. Waves of deep auburn hair swung about her waist.  Warm chocolate eyes revealed swirls of warm honey in firelight.  A Soft spray of freckles dusted her nose and soft cheeks perfectly, which were flawlessly structured above a smile as gorgeous as it was contagious.  Her voice sang so sweet it was near angelic as words danced from her tongue and enchanted all those who bent an ear.  Countless men and women thought themselves in love at the sight of her.  More often than not, she found little gifts at her door.  Bouquets of roses, peonies, and foxglove were her favorite.  She’d been gifted boxes of fudge, little toffees, baskets of cheese, smoked meats, and, not least of all, poems and letters.   Shopkeepers offered her lush gowns of velvet and satin without charge only to find themselves sold out of every last piece in weeks to come.  Everyone wanted to emulate the gorgeous Arabella. While her beauty was the pleasure of those around her, it was nothing but a burden to Arabella herself.

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[vvrgo]

Tellator taking over Rapskal is utterly heartbreaking every time I read it

[lawssword]

"The baby," I said with quiet urgency. "The bees have her."

Everyone can go home this is the best line ever to be uttered in all literature. It's important that everyone also know that the baby's name is Bee.

[quotespile]

There is no order in the world around us, we must adapt ourselves to the requirements of chaos instead.

Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions (via quotespile)

[thoughtkick]

You often feel tired, not because you’ve done too much, but because you’ve done too little of what sparks a light in you.

Unknown (via thoughtkick)

[sunsetquotes]

How amazing it is to find someone who wants to hear about all the things that go on in your head.

Nina LaCour (via sunsetquotes)

[quotemadness]

I love that word. Forever. I love that forever doesn’t exist, but we have a word for it anyway, and use it all the time. It’s beautiful and doomed.

Viv Albertine (via quotemadness)

[thehopefulquotes]

If you ignore your feelings they will get your attention in other ways.

Kathy Kalina (via thehopefulquotes)

[nikitaagupta]

I don’t know who I am any more. I can’t remember the last time I closed my eyes and slept without an alarm. I can’t remember the last time I enjoyed my favourite meal without counting the calories. I can’t remember the last time I spent a few minutes with people I love without criticising them. I can’t remember the last time I liked who I saw in the mirror. I can’t remember the last time I liked something in me. I can’t remember the last time I felt happy. I can only remember me as a faint memory because god knows who I am anymore

//nikitagupta (via nikitaagupta)