At least I've got the stars with me

"Don't stop imagining. The day that you do is the day that you die."

[bob-belcher]

#this has to be one of the greatest transitions in history

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(via jackbutcher_08)

[brisbone]

[the-rockstar-scientist]

so someone mentioned marking every time fitz thinks about the fool in the new book and

FITZ

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Top three:

(3)  Fitz getting all defensive like “So you’re probably wondering why I Skill-healed the fool and not your mother and FYI it’s not like for a gay reason” and Nettle being like “Dad wtf”

(2) Fitz comparing the snow on the trees to “Fool’s motley” for no other reason than it was sentence 2 of the book and he hadn’t mentioned the Fool yet

(1) Someone turning the Fitz-Nighteyes-Fool memory stone carving so that Fitz’s face was facing front instead of the Fool’s, and Fitz picking it up to “CORRECT IT” This goddamn four-trilogy love story, I swear to god.

[starsinursa]

me, as a kid: i can’t wait til i’m an adult so i can stay up late EVERY NIGHT

me, as an adult, crawling into bed at 6:30 pm: oh thank god

[theweirdwideweb]

[eddiecranes]

Guys it’s okay:

He’s okay now :’)

[erinye]

☆ Happy lunar dog year! here are some mythological best friends to kick it off in cuteness! ☆

[effallya]

As if her hatred warned him of its poison, the Fool gave a sudden gasp and stirred. He wobbled his head upright and stared blindly about. Then comprehension crashed down around him. I thought he would scream as if every muscle in his face went taut. Then he went suddenly very still. He looked at me and spoke to me only. “I am so very sorry. So very sorry.” – Fool’s Fate

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[valtsv]

TOLKIEN NINE-NINE [9/?]

[adh-deku]

I made a thing

[fistinginferno]

had a dream that i was getting sorted at hogwarts but i got into an argument with the sorting hat so he made up an entirely new house called ‘GrungleBunk’ just so i would be forced to sit by myself in the dining hall for the rest of my life

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the father, the son, and the holy spirit

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[thenatsdorf]

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again… if this aint me…… .

[lionteacher]

Sometimes as I am falling asleep in a dark, quiet room I have for a moment a great and treasurable illusion of the past. The wall of a tent leans up over my face, not visible but audible, a slanting plane of faint sound: the susurrus of blown snow. Nothing can be seen. The light-emission of the Chabe stove is cut off, and it exists only as a sphere of heat, a heart of warmth. The faint dampness and confining cling of my sleeping-bag; the sound of the snow; barely audible, Estraven’s breathing as he sleeps; darkness. Nothing else. We are inside, the two of us, in shelter, at rest, at the center of all things. Outside, as always, lies the great darkness, the cold, death’s solitude. In such fortunate moments as I fall asleep I know beyond doubt what the real center of my own life is, that time which is past and lost and yet is permanent, the enduring moment, the heart of warmth. I am not trying to say that I was happy, during those weeks of hauling a sledge across an ice-sheet in the dead of winter. I was hungry, overstrained, and often anxious, and it all got worse the longer it went on. I certainly wasn’t happy. Happiness has to do with reason, and only reason earns it. What I was given was the thing you can’t earn, and can’t keep, and often don’t even recognize at the time; I mean joy.

The Left Hand of Darkness by Ursula K. Le Guin, Chapter 18 (via lionteacher)