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Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles.

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books i’ve read in 2016: the dream thieves by maggie stiefvater

“A secret is a strange thing. There are three kinds of secrets. One is the sort everyone knows about, the sort you need at least two people for. One to keep it. One to never know. The second is a harder kind of secret: one you keep from yourself. Every day, thousands of confessions are kept from their would-be confessors, none of these people knowing that their never-admitted secrets all boil down to the same three words: I am afraid. And then there is the third kind of secret, the most hidden kind. A secret no one knows about. Perhaps it was known once, but was taken to the grave. Or maybe it is a useless mystery, arcane and lonely, unfound because no one ever looked for it. Sometimes, some rare times, a secret stays undiscovered because it is something too big for the mind to hold. It is too strange, too vast, too terrifying to contemplate. All of us have secrets in our lives. We’re keepers or keptfrom, players or played. Secrets and cockroaches — that’s what will be left at the end of it all.”  

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if only girls wanted to fuck me as much as 2016 does

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Vincenzo Cartari - Sol et Luna, “Le Imagini dei Degli Antichi”, 1608.

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THANK YOU FOR THE VENOM  |  ( listen ) + a mix for estranged lovers, for the gritty remembrance of longing, and the truth behind cruel ends.

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hey i’d really like to follow some more people so it would be great if you could rb if you post:

the raven cycle

the mortal instruments/the infernal devices

classic literature/shakespeare/myths

stuff about history/languages/writing

black and white photography

it would be preferred to be a bw blog! and you don’t have to follow back but it would be nice!

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You are the first dream of my soul, and from that dream I hope will come all other dreams, a lifetime’s worth.

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it’s such a good feeling to hear a song that used to remind you of someone who hurt you but you realize you don’t think of them anymore

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sapphirics -> favst

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Halley’s Comet as photographed May 13, 1910, by a wide-angle camera at Lowell Observatory, Flagstaff, Ariz., during the comet’s last appearance. A streak across the comet near the coma is a meteor trail, and not a scratch on the negative. Streaks at the bottom right are the city lights of Flagstaff Bright spot above the city lights is the planet Venus

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Ashley Moore photographed by Aris Jerome

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The five types of writers block

Inspirationless: where you have the motivation but just can't think of anything good to write.

Motivation Deprived: you have the idea, but just, don't really wanna.

Pooped: Basically you have no ideas and don't really feel like writing anyways.

Procrastination: Where you are SO PUMPED TO GET THIS THING DONE!! But, there's that other thing, and, your show is on, and, you'll just do it tomorrow.

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if one squinted into cabeswater long enough, in the right way, one could see secrets dart between the trees. the shadows of horned animals that never appeared. the winking lights of another summer’s fireflies. the rushing sound of many wings, the sound of a massive flock always out of sight. magic.

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He mumbled, “I’d ask you out, if I was alive.“ "I’d say OK,” she replied.

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i. the girl you love is a magic trick. swallowing swords, swallowing fire. sometimes the swords come up dressed in blood. sometimes the swords find homes in her ribs & don’t come up at all.   ii. the girl you love is a magic trick. disappears in a swirl of a cloak & erases herself from your sight; vanishing act made easy. sometimes she hides her body so well that she can’t find herself again.   iii. the girl you love is a magic trick. slices herself in halves and opens up like a fruit for you to look inside. sometimes the seams don’t line up right & she can’t stitch herself together anymore.   iv. we teach our girls to be exhibitions of twisted artwork: be tolerant, be invisible, be this & this & this. if you love her, tell her she doesn’t have to be magic; she can be herself & you’d love her just the same.

girls aren’t meant to be your entertainment | inkmagician (via inkmagician)