"We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories."

Jonathan Gottschall, The Storytelling Animal: How Stories Make Us Human (via wordsnquotes)
witchsisters:


It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder. Things taste less. They feel less. You forget, little by little, who you were. - Catherynne M. Valente
❖ for my sophia ❖

HIDDEN UNDER LOCK AND KEY - SONGS FOR BLUEBEARD’S LATE WIVES
i. shankill butchers - sarah jarosz // ii. the master’s house - alexandre desplat // iii. bird song - florence + the machine // iv. flesh and blood - the waifs // v. devil’s resting place - laura marling // vi. secret garden - patrick wolf // vii o master -  susanne sundfør // viii dig a grave - dark dark dark // ix the ghost who walks - karen elson // x dance of death - andrew bird // xi bang bang (feat. 2 cellos) - sky ferreira // xii identity tokens - rasputina // xiii keeley - emily jane white
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witchsisters:

It’s not so bad, my darling. Being dead. It’s like being alive, only colder. Things taste less. They feel less. You forget, little by little, who you were. - Catherynne M. Valente

❖ for my sophia 

HIDDEN UNDER LOCK AND KEY - SONGS FOR BLUEBEARD’S LATE WIVES

i. shankill butchers - sarah jarosz // ii. the master’s house - alexandre desplat // iii. bird song - florence + the machine // iv. flesh and blood - the waifs // v. devil’s resting place - laura marling // vi. secret garden - patrick wolf // vii o master -  susanne sundfør // viii dig a grave - dark dark dark // ix the ghost who walks - karen elson // x dance of death - andrew bird // xi bang bang (feat. 2 cellos) - sky ferreira // xii identity tokens - rasputina // xiii keeley - emily jane white

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But seriously how cute am I

But seriously how cute am I

zohbugg:

stardust is a cinematic masterpiece and anyone who says otherwise is very very wrong

My internship brought me to London again and it’s wonderful!! Everyone is really friendly and apparently they’re impressed with my writing skills (called my emails “beautiful”, which I didn’t know could happen) and have given me some pretty interesting writing work that has to do with unpeeling legal jargon!

Plus the weather is lovely and there’s tons of little shops and cafés downtown where I get to eat lunch.

franstar:

There were times when I could 
Have “murdered” her 
But you know, I would hate 
Anything to happen to her

- Girlfriend in a Coma, The Smiths

These are my books. I like stories with magic powers in them. Either in kingdoms on Earth or on foreign planets. Usually I prefer a girl hero, but not always. (Moonrise Kingdom, 2012)

nunnery:

“I came upon twin fawns in the display case of a mom and pop toy and science store in kansas city, missouri. it took me two years to win the trust of the shop owner and save the money to buy them. a taxidermist spotted a dead deer by the side of the road. he stopped to properly dispose of the body and realized she was pregnant. he opened her and found near full-term twin fawns, he removed and preserved them. Deer rarely have twins and the taxidermist retained the uterine gesture of their bodies. i built them a vitrine with a light blue base. their prematurity exaggerates the delicacy of an incredibly sweet thing. the points of their hooves, the length of their lashes, the spots of their hides, nose to small nose in an ur-cartoonish realism … viewers’ eyes trick them into believing the fawns are breathing. the tragedy of beauty is its transience. The twins live forever in their own demise. they are sleeping beauties. they have been muses since i first saw them.We dress death in lilies and bronze the names of our dead sons on walls. we erect altars of toys and hold candlelight vigils to express hope. my twin fawns sleep endlessly on their baby blue block in my studio. the twins never opened their eyes yet their wondrous fatality evokes an acceptable alternative to death.”
-Peregrine Honig

nunnery:

“I came upon twin fawns in the display case of a mom and pop toy and science store in kansas city, missouri. it took me two years to win the trust of the shop owner and save the money to buy them. a taxidermist spotted a dead deer by the side of the road. he stopped to properly dispose of the body and realized she was pregnant. he opened her and found near full-term twin fawns, he removed and preserved them. 

Deer rarely have twins and the taxidermist retained the uterine gesture of their bodies. i built them a vitrine with a light blue base. their prematurity exaggerates the delicacy of an incredibly sweet thing. the points of their hooves, the length of their lashes, the spots of their hides, nose to small nose in an ur-cartoonish realism … viewers’ eyes trick them into believing the fawns are breathing. the tragedy of beauty is its transience. 

The twins live forever in their own demise. they are sleeping beauties. they have been muses since i first saw them.

We dress death in lilies and bronze the names of our dead sons on walls. we erect altars of toys and hold candlelight vigils to express hope. my twin fawns sleep endlessly on their baby blue block in my studio. the twins never opened their eyes yet their wondrous fatality evokes an acceptable alternative to death.”

-Peregrine Honig

guiseofgentlewords:

my father told me once to never date anyone who talks smoothly around you from the start because if someone likes you they should be a little nervous and honestly i think that’s some of the best advice anyone has ever given me

contramonte:

colporteur:

by Albert Goldbarth

Physics says: go to sleep. Of course
you’re tired. Every atom in you
has been dancing the shimmy in silver shoes
nonstop from mitosis to now.
Quit tapping your feet. They’ll dance
inside themselves without you. Go to sleep.

Geology says: it will be…

allisonscrown:

"where’s my christian grey????” hopefully locked up in prison

aquariantides:

adulthood is just an endless stream of phone calls you don’t want to make but have to