drunklydias:

just because your idea of a good time is curling up with a book and hers is doing tequila shots does not make you a better person than her

"

A woman who hates you is playing the pianoforte.

You have five hundred a year. From who? Five hundred what? No one knows. No one cares. You have it. It’s yours. Every year. All five hundred of it.

A charming man attempts to flirt with you. This is terrible.

You are in a garden, and you are astonished.

"

inthecoldlightofmorning:

Library Porn

Admont Abbey Library, Austria

paygeturner:

It’s reassuring to your know reading choice is kitty approved! 

paygeturner:

It’s reassuring to your know reading choice is kitty approved! 

robiningravens:

well-written villains with tragic pasts (◕‿◕✿)

well-written villains who are bad just because they are bad (◕‿◕✿)

well-written villains with sympathetic motives (◕‿◕✿)

well-written villains with evil motives (◕‿◕✿)

well-written villains with a chance of redemption (◕‿◕✿)

well-written villains with no chance of redemption (◕‿◕✿)

well-written villains (◕‿◕✿)

the-library-and-step-on-it:

LITERATURE MEME:
Ten Prose: Neverwhere, Neil Gaiman (9/10).

“Darkness is happening,” said the leather woman, very quietly. “Night is happening. All the nightmares that have come out when the sun goes down, since the cave times, when we huddled together in fear for safety and for warmth, are happening. Now,” she told them, “now is the time to be afraid of the dark.”

the-library-and-step-on-it:

LITERATURE MEME:

Ten Prose: Neverwhere, Neil Gaiman (9/10).

“Darkness is happening,” said the leather woman, very quietly. “Night is happening. All the nightmares that have come out when the sun goes down, since the cave times, when we huddled together in fear for safety and for warmth, are happening. Now,” she told them, “now is the time to be afraid of the dark.”
"But who can say what’s best? That’s why you need to grab whatever chance you have of happiness where you find it, and not worry about other people too much. My experience tells me that we get no more than two or three such chances in a life time, and if we let them go, we regret it for the rest of our lives."
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood. (via maza-dohta)

allinye:

Books that own my soulA Song of Ice and Fire by George R.R. Martin

Oh, my sweet summer child, what do you know of fear? Fear is for the winter, my little lord, when the snows fall a hundred feet deep and the ice wind comes howling out of the north. Fear is for the long night, when the sun hides its face for years at a time, and little children are born and live and die all in darkness while the direwolves grow gaunt and hungry, and the white walkers move through the woods.
  • character: [is unloved]
  • me: do not worry i am coming
thewicked-eternity