(Source: reinardfox)

Reblogged from chief-of-operations
18
Apr

(Source: kuro-d)

Reblogged from mkyujji
18
Apr

captainlucifer:

hannibal’s milkshake is made from all the boys in the yard

Reblogged from tonystarksass
16
Apr

dulect:

wow they really did adapt frozen well

Reblogged from andrometron
15
Apr

(Source: sarauw)

Reblogged from thatseizure-kid
15
Apr

preludetowind:

Studio Ghibli films throughout the years

Reblogged from lunatasha
14
Apr
halcyonstarfish:

Such graceful creatures.

halcyonstarfish:

Such graceful creatures.

(Source: ruinlion)

Reblogged from crystalbaiser
12
Apr
I see now that dismissing YA books because you’re not a young adult is a little bit like refusing to watch thrillers on the grounds that you’re not a policeman or a dangerous criminal.
Nick Hornby, Ten Years in the Tub: A Decade Soaking in Great Books (via beckisbookshelf)
Reblogged from cryptohomorocker
11
Apr

amandaonwriting:

Cheat Sheets for Writing Body Language

We are always told to use body language in our writing. Sometimes, it’s easier said than written. I decided to create these cheat sheets to help you show a character’s state of mind. Obviously, a character may exhibit a number of these behaviours. For example, he may be shocked and angry, or shocked and happy. Use these combinations as needed.

by Amanda Patterson

Reblogged from llassah
10
Apr

Here’s what our parents never taught us:

You will stay up on your rooftop until sunlight peels away the husk of the moon,
chainsmoking cigarettes and reading Baudelaire, and
you will learn that you only ever want to fall in love with someone
who will stay up to watch the sun rise with you.

You will fall in love with train rides, and sooner or later you will
realize that nowhere seems like home anymore.

A woman will kiss you and you’ll think her lips are two petals
rubbing against your mouth.

You will not tell anyone that you liked it.
It’s okay.
It is beautiful to love humans in a world where love is a metaphor for lust.

You can leave if you want, with only your skin as a carry-on.

All you need is a twenty in your pocket and a bus ticket.
All you need is someone on the other end of the map, thinking about the supple
curves of your body, to guide you to a home that stretches out for miles
and miles on end.

You will lie to everyone you love.
They will love you anyways.

One day you’ll wake up and realize that you are too big for your own skin.

Molt.
Don’t be afraid.

Your body is a house where the shutters blow in and out
against the windowpane.

You are a hurricane-prone area.
The glass will break through often.

But it’s okay. I promise.

Remember,
a stranger once told you that the breeze
here is something worth writing poems about.

"Here’s What Our Parents Never Taught Us," Shinji Moon (via commovente)
Reblogged from llassah
10
Apr