A town known as the “town of books”, Hay-on-Wye is located on the Welsh / English border in the United Kingdom and is a bibliophile’s sanctuary.
my problem with writing stories is that i’d rather imagine it and play it out in my mind than actually put it into words
Kim Kelley-Wagner has two daughters who were adopted from China. In everyday life, they have been subjected to horrid statements from people - to their faces, to their mother as they stood by her, etc. In this photo collection, shared on her blog, Kim and her daughters (Lily and Meika) put these ignorant cruelties front and center. [x]
"I have tried to explain to my daughters that people do not say these things to be mean, they say them out of ignorance, which is why I am sharing some of them. Words are powerful, they can become tools or weapons, choose to use them wisely."
calling me ugly isn’t even an insult because i know already
audition for ‘Bates Motel’
THAT IS ACTING JESUS CHRIST
You’re in love with him, and he’s in love with you, and it’s like a goddamn tragedy, because you look at him and see the stars, and he looks at you and sees the sun. And you both think the other is just looking at the ground.
those songs that start in one earbud and flow into the next
my reaction when a show or book ends with a cliffhanger
That’s an appropriate gif, considering how the season ended.
dear santa i want a 6’3 boyfriend with brown hair and blue eyes
no i want my boyfriend to be alive
That wasn’t even close to okay
Lumière Brothers - The Serpentine Dance (c.1899)
Brilliant. The Lumiere Brothers filmed this in black and white, and then hand coloured (probably with little paint brushes) each frame of the film. You can see the full movie here.
10 years ago today, Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way went back in time to sedouce Volxemort and protect all of us from his evil plans
reblog this post to honor Enoby’s brave sacrifice, ignore if you’re a prep or a poser
Do you ever get like super vulnerable late at night that you just want to spill your heart out and say how you feel because you’ve been holding it in for so long and you just need some ventilation and there’s just something about two in the morning that makes me lose my filter and say the things I would never have the guts to say when the sun is up.
the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day
by Pablo Neruda
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself…