saffron-cloaked nymph of the earth

femmefatale-rps:

“I hate cats”
Yo dude i trusted you wtf the fuck? What the fuck?? What the fuck what the

    Her tears,
are diamonds
her smile,
is invaluable.

deluxekyluxtrashcan:

Hands up who else is in the spends-too-long-daydreaming-about-the-thing-and-not-writing-it club.

daniels-gillies:

sure, i use this one + unsharp mask amount: 50, radius1,0 and threshold 0 :)

spaceportfloozy:

“you shouldn’t like that character because they’re a terrible person”

look my guy i pulled this character right out of the dumpster fair and square and i’m keeping him

    I can lose fucking everything.
But not you. 
Oh, god. 
Not you.

    You need to see London at night, particularly the theaters. But not just the night life. London itself looks best in the dark. It’s a pretty safe city, and you can walk in most places after sunset. It has a sedate and ghostly beauty. In the crepuscular kindness, you can see not just how she is, but how she once was, the layers of lives that have been lived here. Somebody with nothing better to do worked out that for every one of us living today, there are 15 ghosts. In most places you don’t notice them, but in London you do. The dead and the fictional ghosts of Sherlock Holmes and Falstaff, Oliver Twist, Wendy and the Lost Boys, all the kindly, garrulous ghosts that accompany you in the night. The river runs like dark silk through the heart of the city, and the bridges dance with light. There are corners of silence in the revelry of the West End and Soho, and in the inky shadows foxes and owls patrol Hyde Park, which is still illuminated by gaslight.

girlwhofightsdragons:

i just keep picturing jon asking ned about his mother, about whether she cared. oh, jon, she cared more than you will ever know. she loved you so much that she ensured your safety with her dying breaths. you were loved, you are loved.

    What you must bear in mind,” she had told him, “is that in the absence of any strong parental attachment, and with no strong guidance from any other quarter, the child’s development to date has been wholly shaped by the experience of twinness. Her sister is the one fixed and permanent point in her consciousness; therefore her entire worldview will have been formed through the prism of their relationship.

    He decided then that he would love her forever no matter what came to pass. It was not so much a matter of deciding as accepting the inevitability of it.

    I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.

    

i. You are beautiful. No, not pretty. No, not like just the flowers. You are beautiful like the ocean. Deep and full of hidden beauty underneath.

ii. You are the best thing that happened to me. Like a celebration, like a feast. You are a daily event that I would never get tired of. You made everything worth the fight.

iii. You are enough. Or more than enough. Like an overflowing excellence. Whatever you do is magic to my eyes, you are magically clearing out hates and curses.

iv. You are a gift from God. A spinning cloud of surprises. You are a gift. You are my present and we are the future.

v. You can do it. You are the most beautiful competitive beast. Go on, reach for the stars, no one can stop you.

jamieoliveira:

Memento mori: (Latin: "remember (that you have) to die”)
The medieval Latin theory and practice of reflection on mortality, especially as a means of considering the vanity of earthly life and the transient nature of all earthly goods and pursuits.

Mono no aware (物の哀れ): (Japanese: “the sensitivity to ephemera”)
The awareness of impermanence (無常 mujō), or transience of things, and both a transient gentle sadness (or wistfulness) at their passing as well as a longer, deeper gentle sadness about this state being the reality of life.

L’appel du vide: (French: “call of the void”)
The psychological phenomenon in which people, with no desire to die, find themselves faced with a steep cliff and experience a strong desire to leap.

Amor fati: (Latin: “the love of one’s fate”)
An attitude in which one sees everything that happens in one’s life, including suffering and loss, as good; or, at the very least, necessary.

    If evil means to be self-motivated, to be the center of one’s own universe, to live on one’s own terms, then every artist, every thinker, every original mind, is evil.

    Don’t attach yourself to anyone who shows you the least bit of attention because you’re lonely. Loneliness is the human condition. No one is ever going to fill that space. The best you can do is know yourself… know what you want.