December 2011
I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my...
– Friedrich Nietzsche (via 190590)
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i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles...
– e e cummings “i like my body when it is with your body” (via 7ns)
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I would give almost anything to be able to live by my self.
Every experience, no matter how bad it seems, holds within it a blessing of some...
– Buddha (via thenocturnals)
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You’ll meet her, she’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many...
– Pan’s Labyrinth (via beautyisanillusion)
The heart tree knew my name. The old gods. Theon, I heard them whisper. There...
– Theon and Asha Greyjoy, The Winds of Winter (via itsinthetrees)
The north remembers. The Red Wedding, Lady Hornwood’s fingers, the sack of...
– Theon Greyjoy, The Winds of Winter (via sansastark)
people: are you mad/sad or something?
me: this is just my face
And in the darkest dark of the latest night,
His mind did not refrain from expressing its fright
His eyes did not make secret their fear of this sight
And his heart did not hide from what it knew was right.
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"Despair" by H. P. Lovecraft
pizzadeliverycat:
O’er the midnight moorlands crying, Thro’ the cypress forests sighing, In the night-wind madly flying, Hellish forms with streaming hair; In the barren branches creaking, By the stagnant swamp-pools speaking, Past the shore-cliffs ever shrieking; Damn’d daemons of despair. Once, I think I half remember, Ere the grey skies of November Quench’d my youth’s aspiring...