July 30th, 2014
Never apologize for how you feel. No one can control how they feel. The sun doesn’t apologize for being the sun. The rain doesn’t say sorry for falling. Feelings just are
 Iain S. Thomas, Intentional Dissonance (via cultivate-solitude)

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kinginthewest:

it’s just like, why are there cat emojis for loads of emotions as well as normal humans emojis

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like, when do i need to express these emotions… but as a cat

Everyday. The answer is everyday.

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July 29th, 2014
gibel [gee-bel]
(noun) An untranslatable, Russian word, meaning not quite death or suicide but simply ceasing to exist; deteriorating in a way that is painful to others. Overall it has connotations of death, destruction and ruin. (via facina-oris)

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I loved him. I loved him.
I could have loved him an entire lifetime,
but life has a funny way of changing plans
and changing people until you can’t really recognize them anymore.
Even the days you swore you’d always remember
are begging to be forgotten eventually.
We all have phantoms we are trying to fall out of love with,
so here’s to the ghosts in the next room,
here’s to the parties we never danced at,
the people we never kissed,
and all the time we didn’t spend in love.
I wonder how many people could have chosen me,
could have carried me past the threshold of a house
that isn’t haunted and stayed there because they wanted to.
It’s a strange thing to know that even the living
aren’t all really alive at the same time.
And it’s a shame we couldn’t have all loved each other
the way we talked about,
with our hearts and our skin and our hands
and no time for sorry or polite or please.
I can’t tell you how many times I showed up
in the wrong dreams looking for his face.
One of these days my own will come back to me.
I just can’t remember what it looked like
when he wasn’t the one touching it.
Y.Z, haunted limbs (via rustyvoices)

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weloveperioddrama:

I live my daydreams in music - a compilation of songs from period dramas

1. Hayley Westenra - Listen to the Wind (from The New World) / 2. Natacha Atlas - Light Of Life (from Kingdom Of Heaven) / 3. Jorge Drexler - Que el soneto nos tome por sorpresa (from Lope) / 4. Lisa Gerrard - Now We Are Free (from Gladiator) / 5. Mumford & Sons - Enemy (from Wuthering Heights) / 6. Shreya Ghoshal (from Devdas) - Silsila Ye Chaahat Ka  / 7. Brendyn Bell and VA  - Hoist The Colours (from PotC: At World’s End) / 8. Edyta Górniak and Mietek Szcześniak - Dumka na dwa serca (from With Fire and Sword) / 9. Caetano Veloso and Lila Downs - Burn it Blue (from Frida) / 10. Zhang Ziyi - Beauty Song (from House of Flying Daggers) / 11. Josh Groban and Tanja Tzarovsk - Remember Me (from Troy) / 12. Ofra Haza - Elo Hi (from La Reine Margot) 
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weloveperioddrama:

I live my daydreams in music - a compilation of songs from period dramas

1. Hayley Westenra - Listen to the Wind (from The New World) / 2. Natacha Atlas - Light Of Life (from Kingdom Of Heaven) / 3. Jorge Drexler - Que el soneto nos tome por sorpresa (from Lope) / 4. Lisa Gerrard - Now We Are Free (from Gladiator) / 5. Mumford & Sons - Enemy (from Wuthering Heights) / 6. Shreya Ghoshal (from Devdas) - Silsila Ye Chaahat Ka  / 7. Brendyn Bell and VA  - Hoist The Colours (from PotC: At World’s End) / 8. Edyta Górniak and Mietek Szcześniak - Dumka na dwa serca (from With Fire and Sword) / 9. Caetano Veloso and Lila Downs - Burn it Blue (from Frida) / 10. Zhang Ziyi - Beauty Song (from House of Flying Daggers) / 11. Josh Groban and Tanja Tzarovsk - Remember Me (from Troy) / 12. Ofra Haza - Elo Hi (from La Reine Margot)

[ listen ]

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baptisms-:

CRACK THEIR SKULLS (LISTEN)



.001 | weapons iv (nico muhly mix) by S O N L U X .002 | howl (rivas mix) by F L O R E N C E + T H E M A C H I N E .003 | workhorse (blair sinta mix) by M Y B R I G H T E S T D I A M O N D  .004 | go (feat. karen o) by S A N T I G O L D .005 | veni vedi veci (diplo mix) by B L A C K L I P S .006 | seven nation army (the glitch mob mix) by W H I T E S T R I P E S .007 | woman scorned (dimbleby and capper mix) by S A I N T S A V I O U R .008 | dark doo wop (bluello mix) by M S M R .009 | heads will roll (willy joy sex dream dub) by Y E A H Y E A H Y E A H S .010 | iron (trumpdisco mix) by W O O D K I D

baptisms-:

CRACK THEIR SKULLS (LISTEN)

.001 | weapons iv (nico muhly mix) by S O N L U X
.002 | howl (rivas mix) by F L O R E N C E + T H E M A C H I N E
.003 | workhorse (blair sinta mix) by M Y B R I G H T E S T D I A M O N D
.004 | go (feat. karen o) by S A N T I G O L D
.005 | veni vedi veci (diplo mix) by B L A C K L I P S
.006 | seven nation army (the glitch mob mix) by W H I T E S T R I P E S
.007 | woman scorned (dimbleby and capper mix) by S A I N T S A V I O U R
.008 | dark doo wop (bluello mix) by M S M R
.009 | heads will roll (willy joy sex dream dub) by Y E A H Y E A H Y E A H S
.010 | iron (trumpdisco mix) by W O O D K I D

(via facina-oris)

encounters: cold girls who are bored and only after sex. girls who don’t give a shit about your feelings—unabashed selfishness.

listen

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ameliapond88:

Stat sua cuique dies
Stat sua cuique dies

To each his day is given
(Aeneid)


Mæl is me to feran

Time is it for me to go 
(Beowulf) 

Aleto men moi nostos
Aleto men moi nostos

Lost is my homecoming
(Iliade, Omero)


C’est pour cela que je suis née

I was born for this
(Joan of Arc)


Kono michi ya
Yuku hito nishi ni
Kono michi ya
Aki no kure

On this road 
Where nobody else travels
On this road 
Autumn Nightfall
(Matsuo Basho haiku)

C’est pour cela que je suis née
Ne me plaignez pas
C’est pour cela que je suis née 

I was born for this
Do not pity me
I was born for this
(Joan of Arc) 

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nudityandnerdery:

silensy:

2005-2014

Good lord, this is the most stark portrayal I’ve seen of this.

Holy crap, over nine years?

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annieaceofhearts:

the thought of becoming an adult one day…

itsnotapen:

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knitmeapony:

trickstervriska:

the thought of becoming an adult one day is the scariest thing ever why cant i live the rest of my life blogging about fictional characters and laughing at stupid shit

I am going to let you in on the worst-kept secret in fandom: we’re actually mostly adults around here.

I am thirty-two years old.  One of my oldest friends is pushing forty.  His older sister is forty-six.  We all blog about fictional characters and stupid shit.  One of the first people who ever GMed a tabletop RPG for me still goes to cons.  He’s at least fifty.

We are all, in theory, grown adults who are holding down jobs and have cars or rent or morgage payments or student loans and/or marriages and/or children.  We vote and eat bran-tastic food for our hearts and buy sensible shoes.

Also, the first song I danced to at my first Homecoming dance was recently played on a local oldies station, dear god.

I mean, seriously.  Grownups. We made it to the other side, fan-brains intact.  So can you.

Becoming an adult is not scary.  Becoming an adult is not about stopping with the tumbling and the cat videos.  It’s just about doing that shit between work and errands instead of between school and chores.  It’s about being able to do different kinds of epic shit — I may not be able to write another 50k fanfic, but I can decorate my entire kitchen in Captain America stuff and re-wire my rice cooker so the light looks like an arc reactor.

If you’re worried about no longer being fannish and not liking ridiculous silly shit (I assume ‘for no good reason’, aka ‘growing out of it’), you’re worried about becoming boring, not old.

So what if people call what we do childish?  A: they’re wrong, there’s some serious grown-up badassery going ‘round in fandoms, and B: what’s wrong with being childish?  Are children something we should avoid being like?  Doesn’t everyone wish they could return to childhood?  

We are living a friggin’ eternal youth on the internet.  Anyone tells you ‘grownups don’t do this stuff’ is just jealous.  Hmph.

Now get off my damn lawn, kid.

This.

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This, this, one thousand times this. 

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