‘I wish there were more of your kin among us.’
in which Legolas compliments Gimli on his legs
and his hard axe
hey baby that axe looks really hard, can I feel it?
not now Legolas people are watching
but after we kill the orcs?
oh most definitely
it is hard when your bros are falling in love and hitting on each other like crazy while you are missing your special lady
I fall in love with everything. I also hate everything. It’s very hard to be a misanthrope and a romantic.Grantaire, Book III (via incorrectlesmisquotes)
the trans-siberian spectacular
Welcome to Night Vale, where the books are venomous, days are as long as they feel like being, and Carlos’ smile is the most unlikely thing in town.
Jennifer Lawrence at a party in NYC, June 8, 2010
Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world. I know, for I’m one of them.
Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine (via 13neighbors)
You recite the bones of the bodyEating Poetry: Late Night at the Library
as though it were a poem. Patella, femur, coccyx, your eyes
closed, head weaving slightly
as you travel up the body. Before you can arrive at the cranial borders, I put down Conrad and lean against you. You ask what I’ve been reading, and I tell you it’s the death of geographical mystery, when the last white patches of the atlas were shaded in and the dark corners of the world were given names. Maybe we shouldn’t know where all rivers begin. Maybe there
should be some native tongues
without translations. I want to hear drums in the jungle, I say, to hear the Earth’s wild heartbeat. You press my head to your chest
and help me navigate the pulse, atrium, ventricle, aorta,
as I close my eyes and discover
a land where true believers still
eat the bodies of their gods. By Traci Brimhall