She was laughing even as we kissed and kissed again.There is no better taste than this: someone else’s laughter in your mouth.

Forever by Maggie Stiefvater (via parachute3s)

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A great fuck-ton of male anatomy references.

[From various sources]

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Sinuyod namin ang buong Quiapo for this badass nanny glasses.

She had always wanted words, she loved them; grew up on them. Words gave her clarity, brought reason, shape.

Michael Ondaatje, The English Patient (via observando)


Ugh, worst song ever. 

if we’re being honest, this was the moment that Emma Stone arrived.

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The thing under my bed waiting to grab my ankle isn’t real. I know that, and I also know that if I’m careful to keep my foot under the covers, it will never be able to grab my ankle.

Stephen King, Night Shift (via observando)

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The best fantasy is written in the language of dreams. It is alive as dreams are alive, more real than real … for a moment at least … that long magic moment before we wake.

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 venuscomb)

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I wrote your name over
and over in the sand
and watched the waves wash it away
to prepare myself for the day
you start to drift
and disappear.

The sea teaches us to say goodbye - Meghan Lynn (via merelyamadness)

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A Game of Social Thrones

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All men have limits. They learn what they are and learn not to exceed them. I ignore mine.

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I got sent to the hall in Japanese class for laughing so hard at this I hate this post


I got sent to the hall in Japanese class for laughing so hard at this I hate this post

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