"I was playing football once and it was just after we’d finished season one and this guy, this defender, crunched me. Just you know, just tackled me quite ferociously and it took me a while to get off the ground and as I did he went, “WHERE’S MERLIN NOW?” and I thought, this is where it begins. This is where my life ends.
"Then I just poked out from behind the corner, “Forbearnan!”
"He then was, you know, obliterated into an ashy pulp.
how many times is it appropriate to say ‘what’ before you nod and smile because you still didn’t hear what they said
I AM NOT READY FOR TEEN WOLF SEASON 3 BUT I AM ALSO SO READY FOR TEEN WOLF SEASON 3 IT’S A PROBLEM
From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
written by Edvard Munch (via dulcetdecember)
(Source: artpedia, via dearthunder)
I Should Live In Salt | The National | Trouble Will Find Me, 2013
There are some things one cannot seize by realism, but by sheer poetry. I feel there is too much naturalism; It obscures moods, feelings, psychic states. I am fond of the lower depths, the underworlds. I never find myself fitting in a well assembled series of realistic events. I much rather prefer growth in an atmosphere of music, books and artists, always constructing, creating, writing, drawing, inventing plays, acting in them, writing a diary, living in created dreams as inside a cocoon, dreams born of reading, always reading, growing, disciplining myself to learn, to study, skirting abysses and dangers with incredible innocence, the body always sensitive but in flight from ugliness. I want to remain sincere and surround my innermost world with romance.
written by Anaïs Nin, The Diary Of Anaïs Nin Volume I 1931-1934 (via atramentum)
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