the world we wanted

Elizabeth. 20. ENTP. Slytherin. Interests: Fairy-tales, folktales, mythology, poetry, television, amateurish creative writing, even more amateurish drawing, doctor who, space travel, time travel, regular old travel, 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, kings, the borgias, politics, history, and rambling list structures. Also tattoos. And stand-up comedy.

Introduction to the Body in Fairy Tales by Jeannine Hall Gailey

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wearyvoices:

You’re waiting for a train. A train that’ll take you far away. You know where you hope this train will take you. But you can’t know for sure. Yet it doesn’t matter. 

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“All my life men like you have sneered at me. And all my life I’ve been knocking men like you into the dust.” - Brienne of Tarth

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Listen. Kids can be annoying. You do not get any bonus points for disliking them. You used to be one of them; you have only survived to your current state of shitty, entitled quasi-adulthood and whiny, wholly unearned misanthropy because the people who were adults back during your physiological childhood (as a thing distinct from the prolonged emotional and intellectual childhood that characterizes theEw gross, kids! crowd) tolerated your tantrums and squeals and bullshit. Because enough of them behaved like adults to offset the fedoras and overgrown teenagers and Starbucks philosophers who were dumb enough to treat childhood like it’s a personality defect and not simply the first part of growing into an adult.

You did not become an (objectively lousy excuse for an) adult now by having the good taste and wise judgment to leave childhood, O Hater of the Young. You are not smarter than kids because you became an adult and they didn’t. You survived a certain number of years, your hormones did some shit, and you grew hair on your genitals. Congratulations on that having occurred for you before today’s little kids. It is your responsibility to ensure that this does not turn out to have been a bad thing. You can start by not holding childhood against children.

It does not do to dwell on dreams, Harry, and forget to live.

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vileharpy:

yeah i admit i’m not exactly a practicing bisexual anymore…i pretty much only go to services on the high holidays…i slept in on freddie mercury’s birthday…i don’t even think i can name three david bowie albums anymore

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Wind him up and watch him go.

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staceythinx:

Colorful snake photography by Andrew McGibbon. Click on images for descriptions

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Renounce love and you can achieve demonic focus.
Glen Duncan, The Last Werewolf. (via soispreux)

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flyartproductions:

I want Saudi money, I want art money

The Orange Blind (1928), Francis Cadell / Dreams Money Can Buy, Drake

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You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed that’s what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant… oh, fuck it.

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aseaofquotes:

Philip K. Dick, Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?

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vintagegal:

Frenzy of Exultations by Władysław Podkowiński, 1893 (via)

vintagegal:

Frenzy of Exultations by Władysław Podkowiński, 1893 (via)

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- I just wanted you to know, but I don’t want anyone else to know. Especially Dan. Oh my god. 
- ‘Cause he’ll be like, "Oh, a crisis! I need a third iPad!"

- I just wanted you to know, but I don’t want anyone else to know. Especially Dan. Oh my god. 

- ‘Cause he’ll be like, "Oh, a crisis! I need a third iPad!"

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