6 days ago with 63,918 notes — via cerseilannasster, © chotronette



6 days ago with 129 notes — via diodellamorte, © animus-inviolabilis



"I’ll marry a man who knows how I take my tea, coffee, and alcohol
And knows when to make which."
6 days ago with 113,193 notes — via velvetlaceandscars, © grettypop



la-pitonisa-tropical:

la-pitonisa-tropical:

haruchonns:

高畠華宵 

Kasho Takahata

»Mermaid TAG«

la-pitonisa-tropical:

la-pitonisa-tropical:

haruchonns:

高畠華宵 

Kasho Takahata

»Mermaid TAG«

6 days ago with 2,069 notes — via la-pitonisa-tropical, © haruchonns




The White Lady of Rohan.

The White Lady of Rohan.

6 days ago with 3,558 notes — via fairytalesandfrills, © lotrdaily



Getting drunk and arguing about anarchism and geopolitics and kissing until we’re breathless and smiling so hard our cheeks hurt.




1 week ago with 502 notes — via paratactician, © dailydoseofstuf



1 week ago with 332 notes — via labelleotero



bisexualpiratequeen:

I’m trying hard to live by Cat Principles.

1- I am glorious above all things
2- Eat when hungry, sleep when sleepy, play when bored
3- Affection is given and received on my terms and only mine
4- Show displeasure clearly.
5- NO
6- Demand the things you want. If they aren’t given, demand them again, but louder this time.
7- If you are touched when you don’t want to be, say so. If they continue to touch you, make them bleed.

1 week ago with 80,732 notes — via velvetlaceandscars, © bisexualpiratequeen



1 week ago with 136 notes — via labelleotero, © e-uropean



Song: Tam Lin (Child 39)
Artist: Anaïs Mitchell & Jefferson Hamer
Album: Child Ballads
1,893 plays

doctorconquest:

she’s let the seam fall at her heel,
the needle to her toe,
and she has gone to Carterhaugh
as fast as she can go.

1 week ago with 207 notes — via sea-change, © theworstofdemons



Favourite Moments from Cosmos: A SpaceTime Odyssey (4/?)

- From Episode 2: Some of the Things That Molecules Do

1 week ago with 11,900 notes — via walkerroh, © child-of-thecosmos



enchantedsleeper:

Jugend (1898), Hans Christiansen

enchantedsleeper:

Jugend (1898), Hans Christiansen

1 week ago with 546 notes — via labelleotero, © enchantedsleeper



I’m just having a lot of feels right now.

I’m rereading an old series I used to adore and it so wonderful. Every time i see a character I love it’s like meeting an old friend you haven’t talked to in a long time and all the wonderful memories you have of them come rushing back.

It’s making my heart hurt in the most exquisite way and I just want you to know: I love you, friends. Even if we don’t talk as often as we used to, you will always have a place in my heart and every time we do talk it’s like reopening a favorite book.




"At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”
In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.
Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.
When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare."
Caitlin Moran  (via sisyphean-revolt)
1 week ago with 79,036 notes — via sisyphean-revolt, © lustsandluxuries