29 8 / 2014

sassyvalkyrie:

interstellarmage:

i knew this guy in middle school who when asked about his future plans, even by school counselors or teachers would without fail always chant,

KICK ASS, GO TO SPACE
REPRESENT THE HUMAN RACE

i wonder what he’s up to these days.

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(via bwaygirl17)

29 8 / 2014

28 8 / 2014

youmakenosense:

Could you imagine getting an apartment with the person you love. Falling asleep beside each other, and waking up to see that cute little dopey smile they make when they first get up. You’d never have a bad start to your day, because they’d be the perfect start.

Ok but Tumblr knows that’s not how it works right?

Could you imagine getting an apartment with the person you love. Falling asleep on exact opposite sides of the bed from each other, fighting for the blankets all night while they toss, turn and snore and keep you awake and then waking up to see them drooling on their pillow, hair in a million directions and their arm and leg hanging off the bed. You’d never have a bad start to your day, because they lost the blanket war last night, like they do every night, and are probably hella chilly right now.*

*edited version

(Source: exceptional-y)

28 8 / 2014

"Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?

We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.

They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to Middle-Earth."

- George R.R. Martin  (via indisposablehero)

This is one of the most beautiful quotes I think I have ever read. I love it, and I will treasure it for my entire life.

(via draodoir-mna)

(Source: fourcolorfanboy, via clevergirlhelps)

28 8 / 2014

28 8 / 2014

28 8 / 2014

"I enjoy talking to you. Your mind appeals to me."

George Orwell, 1984    (via re-examine)

(Source: feellng, via writrs)

28 8 / 2014

"Everyone has a 2am and a 2pm personality. I’m more interested in the monster you become at 2am rather than the human being you pretend to be at 2pm."

28 8 / 2014

m0shmonster:

stunningpicture:

It’s all a matter of perspective


that’s the tightest shit I’ve ever seen

m0shmonster:

stunningpicture:

It’s all a matter of perspective

that’s the tightest shit I’ve ever seen

(via guardgirll)

27 8 / 2014