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vassilias:

mythology edits  ||  orpheus & eurydice, inspired by (x)

The last I saw of you was a dark oval.
Though I knew how this failure
would hurt you, I had to
fold like a gray moth and let go.

You could not believe I was more than your echo.

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goldenfacedbastard:

qoyqoyi:

cinematicnomad:

apparently e.l. james called former child star mara wilson (matilda) a “sad fuck” for critiquing the 50shades books a while ago and now there’s a feud. i love it.

this gives me hope.

matilda continues to give me life

Head up mara wilson also voices the faceless old woman who secretly lives in your home from welcome to night vale
I saw her in perso
She is a muse descended from olympus truly

(via smooshless)

saxifraga-x-urbium:

paracartography:

Yes, of course I’ve heard what the superstitious locals say: “Stay out of the mountains! There’s no shelter on those harsh peaks, and every last combe and glen is infested with killer spiders!”. They say there’s no way to safely cross that mountain range - anyone trying to rest high up on the peaks will die of exposure, lashed by cruel icy winds. Better that, though, than to risk seeking shelter in the forested vales.

The Crawling Death, they call it. Great glossy black eight-legged fiends, some small enough to creep between the rings of your maille, some large as a splayed hand and quick as a cat, and some - so they say - the size of dogs. Or swine. Or cart-horses. The tales have been exaggerated in the telling, of course, since hardly anyone dares venture far into the gullies and ravines that lace between the majestic peaks (most certainly not at night, when the Crawling Death make their appearance, silent as a shadow).

Even if they’re not quite as large as people say, they’re certainly no less deadly. The king’s physicians, who had the unenviable task of tending to the survivors of the last failed expedition, wrote down in stomach-turning detail the precise symptoms of that merciless venom. Erupting blisters the size of a hen’s egg. Flesh blackening, rotting, and sloughing away from the bone. Sweating, drooling, trembling, nausea, vomiting, ranting and raving and spasming like a creature possessed until death seems like a mercy. Others were gripped with a pain unmatched by any wound of war, paired (curiously) with an erection hard as any standing stone.

And yet, in spite of all this, I’m planning an expedition into the mountains. It’s true, I haven’t the equipment with me to safely shelter from the bitter cold above the tree-line, out of the reach of skittering legs and poison-slick fangs. I have no blessing from the gods, and no miracle of alchemy intended to keep the Crawling Death at bay. What I do have, though, is a map. A map from a past age, a more enlightened age, where the cartographers had a decent understanding of the sciences, rather than the encyclopaedic knowledge of rumour and superstition that seems to be the requirement for a mapmaker these days. And from this map - and the journals that I found with it - I have deduced one particularly salient fact, that I am convinced will allow me to make the journey through the supposedly arachnid-infested ravines in perfect safety.

The superstitious peasants might say every last one of those valleys is crawling with deadly poisonous creatures, but in fact, most of them are utterly empty and safe! However, my map has revealed the source of this rumour: Spiders Gorge, which contains over ten thousand spiders, is an outlier adn should not have been counted.

i feel you deserve some sort of prize for this

(via caterjunes)

callistana:

Endless list of favourite children’s novels → Coraline by Neil Gaiman (illustrated by Chris Riddell & Dave McKean)

It was true: the other mother loved her. But she loved Coraline as a miser loves money, or a dragon loves its gold. In the other mother’s button eyes, Coraline knew that she was a possession, nothing more. A tolerated pet, whose behaviour was no longer amusing.

callistana:

Endless list of favourite children’s novels Coraline by Neil Gaiman (illustrated by Chris Riddell & Dave McKean)

It was true: the other mother loved her. But she loved Coraline as a miser loves money, or a dragon loves its gold. In the other mother’s button eyes, Coraline knew that she was a possession, nothing more. A tolerated pet, whose behaviour was no longer amusing.

(via paperbackd)

Asker Anonymous Asks:
any good books fiction or nonfiction for someone who wants to be a chemical dependency counselor?
rituleen rituleen Said:

wordbookstores:

Mikhail Bulgakov’s novella Morphine chronicles, through a series of journal entries, the highs and low, low, lows of a doctor’s addiction to morphine.

Songs Only You Know is an excellent, dark memoir of addiction by the Detroit punk-rocker Sean Madigan Hoen.

An Anatomy of Addiction traces the careers of Sigmund Freud and William Halstead in and out of their experiences with cocaine, from their discovery of the “wonder drug” to their deaths.  

Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace is one of the best novels about addiction we’ve read.

And The Alcoholic by Jonathan Ames is a deep look at the mindset of addiction.

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It’s Time to Run Juliet - Imagine Dragons + We The Kings

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chuckpalahniuk:

Chuck Palahniuk • Friday, July 25th • 4pm ET /1 pm PT

In celebration of Comic-Con, the announcement of Fight Club 2 and the fall novel, Beautiful You, we’re taking your questions right here on Tumblr.

Submit your questions via the Ask Box (here) and Chuck will answer them live from Comic-Con on Friday, July 25th at 4 pm ET/ 1pm PT.

And, be sure to check out the new book, coming October 21st, 2014.

(via books)

slightlyignorant:

Closet turned book nook!

slightlyignorant:

Closet turned book nook!

(via torbooks)

I know someone who would want to go through the Westeros door
I’ll never understand it

I know someone who would want to go through the Westeros door

I’ll never understand it

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