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from wichita vortex sutra, allen ginsberg

Rune Stones by Jan Fibiger

on sunny days I go out walking

I end up on a tree-lined street

I look up at the gaps of sunlight

I miss you more than anything

Billy: In principal photography, the last scene we filmed together was where Viggo says “You bow to no man.” Dom: And the great thing about that was that Viggo was available to do the shot. I mean, he wasn’t on camera but he came and did the shot. He fashioned his own crown, ‘cause they didn’t have a crown for him. So he made a crown out of paper. And in every different shot the crown became more and more silly.

personally if i’m out walking and smell laundry or someone else’s cooking or campfire i immediately get hit with a wave of nearly overwhelming comfort. on account of the joie de vivre

Death is the moss on the headstone I remove with my thumb as a family member tells me how they need to clean the family graves. We bury the dead beneath the green flakes.

Death is the sweat down my back and the ache in my feet. It is the way funeral goers have come up to me to ask how I “deal with this”. I tell them it is beautiful, in it’s own tragic way.

Death is the water in the flower vases pouring down my arm and staining my uniform. It is cleaning leaves out the hearse. It is the smell of the prep room and the chill of the freezer, both not as bad as you’d think.

Death is a family member holding up a toddler to reach toward a dead relative they will not remember. It is the open casket. It is the slight awkward nature of closing it.

My Gods are death, and they’re slick and mean. They are cruel rot and crueler tears. They surround me with music and flowers. Butterflies eat from the cemetery stands. They take and they take and it’s all worth it. It’s all worth it to see them move their hands, mighty and skeletal.

I thank you, oh Gods. Thanatos, Hades, Persephone, I thank you for standing near me. There are so many flowers here.

i actually really enjoy winter i don’t mind that it gets dark so early

>completely dark before 5:30

i think being alive is the worst thing that can happen to a person

what character is this

“Invoked or not, the Gods will be present.”

— The Oracle of Delphi (via letheane)

got a pussy like an ashtray

Worlds of Ursula K. Le Guin (2018), dir. Arwen Curry

JEFFREY DEAN MORGAN as Sharkey in Angel in Red (Uncaged) (1991)

50-60 people abandoning their cars on the bay bridge during morning rush hour, throwing their keys into the fucking bay, holding a die-in, chaining themselves together… coolest motherfuckers in san francisco

milk-thistle is an example of a word where the tongue barely moves… basilica is an example of a word where the movement involved is like a seesaw. opium as a word is circular to say. to say a word like violence involves a bit of a forced pause in the mouth where the o connecting the syllables is. etymologists trace the word’s history, poets feel the word’s impact, singers listen to the word’s musicality, linguists tell the word to go this way and that way, and the word is gracious to all in return

Theon having another illusion gut wrenchingly taken from him when he learns Jon Snow wasn’t a son of Lord Eddard Stark but a boy brought home with him from a past war treated, raised and loved as a son. something Theon desperately wanted but couldn’t have because he thought you had to be born into it

DANY - TYRION - JON

Home? The word made her feel sad. Ser Jorah had his Bear Island, but what was home to her? A few tales, names recited as solemnly as the words of a prayer, the fading memory of a red door …

When he was still a lonely child in the depths of Casterly Rock, he oft rode dragons through the nights, pretending he was some lost Targaryen princeling, or a Valyrian dragonlord soaring high o'er fields and mountains. 

The dragon has three heads.

There are two men in the world who I can trust,

if I can find them.

We will be three against the world,

like Aegon and his sisters.

No one had told him the Night's Watch would be like this; no one except from Tyrion Lannister

She was looking at him the way she used to look at him at Winterfell, whenever he had bested Robb at swords or sums or most anything. Who are you? that look had always seemed to say. This is not your place. Why are you here?

A blue flower grew from a chick in a wall of ice, and filled the air with sweetness...

AGOT - DAENERYS VI// Homeless - Marina Kaye// ADWD - TYRION II // Home Work : a memoir of my Hollywood years - Julie Edwards Andrews// Game of Thrones s06ep10// ASOS - DAENERYS VI// Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister - Mike S. Miller//ADWD cover - Marc Fishman// ASOS - DAENERYS VI// Jon Snow and Tyrion Lannister - Michael Komarck// AGOT - JON III// Quote by Shannon Alder// I want and I don't want - Moonassi// ASOS - JON XII//Quote by Melissa Cox// ACOK - DAENERYS IV

ok i adore braime but i need to say i kinda wish that brienne was younger because istg. brienne and sansa could be so in love with each other.

like im stuck with imagining the young-and experienced-yet-very-jaded female bodyguard *cough, knight* just falling over her heels to find sansa, keep her safe at every moment. and sansa would quickly grow to trust in her sooo damn much and they would bond over their experiences

Galadriel Arafinwiel Lady of the Wood Sorceress and Seer

This is horrifying