Elizabeth. 19. ENTP. Interests: Fairy-tales, folktales, mythology, poetry, television, amateurish creative writing, even more amateurish drawing, doctor who, space travel, time travel, regular old travel, supernatural, the supernatural, good omens (the book), community (the show), classic literature, modern literature, game of thrones, the meaning of life, terrible biology jokes, bbc sherlock, elementary, detective stories, crime shows, documentaries, and more recently: kings, the borgias, power politics, history, and rambling list structures. Also tattoos. And stand-up comedy.
the world we wanted

The King is dead. Long live the King.

(Source: varous)

The universe is made up of experiences that are designed to burn out your attachment, your clinging, to pleasure, to pain, to fear, to all of it. And as long as there is a place where you’re vulnerable, the universe will find a way to confront you with it.
—Ram Dass  (via thymoss)

(Source: lola-a-soul-traveler)

the x files + faceless

unfollowfriday:

if you ever feel stupid or weak or powerless, just remember that I, am not. And I am out there, very dangerous and I am looking for you. Good luck

creaturesfromdreams:

Featured Artist #21: Rubis Firenos

Rubis is a French artist who uses several techniques to create beautiful pictures of fantastic creatures. In addition to watercolor and ink, she also developed a technique called O-Ka-Fee based on painting with coffee.

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she had not known before that she wanted all these things, that she preferred dark hair and a slightly cruel expression, that she wished for tallness, or that a man kneeling might thrill her. a whole young life’s worth of slowly collected predilections coalesced in a few moments within her, and koschei bessmertny, his lashes full of snow, became perfect.

(Source: thephoenixcity)

He said,
‘You can’t be a poet, you’re too tender.
You’d never be able to stand the blows
it takes to tell another’s story.’
He paused.
‘And besides that,
you don’t have a poet’s touch.
You burn me. You scratch me.
You leave gaping holes in me whenever you look at me.
You’re not soft enough to be a poet.
The noise in your head has to be turned down first.’

I yawned. Looked out the window.
Considered tenderly pushing him out of it.
‘So, what can a mess like me be?’

'Well,' he began steadily, like this was
the introduction to some grand speech
he had practiced in the mirror,
‘Lucky for you I love you too much to let you go,
so even with your flaws,
you can be mine.’

I waited for the punchline. It didn’t come.
He had his hands outstretched towards me,
waiting for me to take them and laugh with him
about my flaws all the way back to his place.

This was it. My fairytale.
Prince charming was a wolf in a secondhand suit,
licking his fangs at me in a rundown diner.
And here I realized, as I excused myself to
‘powder my nose’, and then slipped out the
side door, my worn slippers hitting the concrete
faster than ever before, that perhaps I am not a
damsel in distress, looking to be saved.
Maybe I am the villain. The obstacle.
Maybe every prince has been taught to save me from myself.
Or maybe, just maybe,
I am not a character that has been written before.
Maybe no woman has. We are too multi-faceted, too real.
We have circling wants that cannot be shoved into two hours
and have a happy ending slapped on them.
Maybe the stories are not telling enough.

Maybe it’s up to me.

I Woke Up With This Poem In My Head | Lora Mathis  (via soggypoetry)

(Source: lora-mathis)

6 days ago with 2,132 notes
via: kgbees source: lora-mathis
#poetry
Name: Sleepyhead/Kids Mashup
Artist: MGMT and Passion Pit
Album: Sleepyhead/Kids
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citra-lila:

3/365

You were one inch from the edge of this bed,

I drag you back, a sleepyhead

The single greatest mashup ever, not done by me, but creds to whoever created this work of art.

6 days ago with 40,995 notes
via: zombres source: citra-lila
#music

nickigrants:

You are the blood of the dragon. Dragons plant no trees. Remember that. Remember who you are, what you were made to be. Remember your words.

(Source: theongreyjoy)

But down deep, at the molecular heart of life, we’re essentially identical to trees.
—Carl Sagan (via mirroir)

Mythology - Lamia

(Source: redcigar)

Only the ladder is real.

(Source: stannisbaratheon)

What Do Women Want?

sea-change:

I want a red dress. 
I want it flimsy and cheap, 
I want it too tight, I want to wear it 
until someone tears it off me. 
I want it sleeveless and backless, 
this dress, so no one has to guess 
what’s underneath. I want to walk down
the street past Thrifty’s and the hardware store 
with all those keys glittering in the window, 
past Mr. and Mrs. Wong selling day-old 
donuts in their café, past the Guerra brothers 
slinging pigs from the truck and onto the dolly, 
hoisting the slick snouts over their shoulders. 
I want to walk like I’m the only 
woman on earth and I can have my pick. 
I want that red dress bad.
I want it to confirm 
your worst fears about me, 
to show you how little I care about you 
or anything except what 
I want. When I find it, I’ll pull that garment 
from its hanger like I’m choosing a body 
to carry me into this world, through 
the birth-cries and the love-cries too, 
and I’ll wear it like bones, like skin, 
it’ll be the goddamned 
dress they bury me in.

Kim Addonizio

1 week ago with 144 notes
via: thymoss source: sea-change
#poetry

Images of America in Crisis in the 1970s

(Source: 2087)

1 week ago with 9,615 notes
via: swanjolras source: 2087
#photography

neptunain:

chaos theorist terrorists threaten to release a single butterfly if their demands are not met