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When they ask me what excites me in life, I think it over and I realize my only interest is in human beings. In an exhibit, in a film, in a book, I’m always looking for stories, stories of lives, those that have a person as their core. Clémence Poésy



"We are the generation of nostalgia. We grew up in the age of transition. From hand-written letters to electronic mails. From film to digital. We were fascinated by new things, neglecting the way we spend our afternoons. Cupcakes and tea. Play-Doh and Polly Pockets. Young and naive. Technology completely changed the way we waited and we grew up too fast. The simple things in life seems more meaningful now. We grew up in the age of transition and have become the generation of nostalgia."
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This is the best/truest thing I’ve read in so long (via thesleepingfawn)

But this explains the 90s kids

(via thebbcisslowlykillingme)


VA/Bloodlines Meme ❖ [1/9] Quotes: “Things die. But they don’t always stay dead. Believe me, i know.”


IMPORTANT

thecommandertoast:

ofmagicandice:

So I just gained a follower a few moments ago with the name maartin4life

LISTEN TO ME

WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU DO

DON’T

OPEN

THEIR FUCKING PAGE

I JUST OPENED IT AND MY AVAST ANTIVIRUS TOLD ME THAT THERE WAS A FUCKING TROJAN HORSE

verified. it contains a malware bug encrypted inside the javascript. 


All my life men like you have sneered at me. And all my life I’ve been knocking men like you into the dust.

All my life men like you have sneered at me. And all my life I’ve been knocking men like you into the dust.


mariposamiko replied to your post: booksquotesandreviews replied to your post: having…
You do not suck! don’t say that!! You are amazingly talented! You have a fantastic way with words, don’t put yourself down. I have faith that you’ll get it done in time and if you don’t then just have it as a belated birthday gift.

you’re such a darling, thank you my angel


booksquotesandreviews replied to your post: having the worst case of writer’s block
:( I hope it goes away soon

this sucks so much, i hate writer’s block

mariposamiko replied to your post: having the worst case of writer’s block
*hugs* I’m sure you’ll get inspiration soon <3

i hope so! a reader’s birthday is on the 26th and i wanted this chapter up for her bday, but i suck and i don’t think i’ll be able to write it any time soon :(


having the worst case of writer’s block


And then he was stumbling forward, falling more than running, really, closing his eyes and shoving the dagger blindly out before him with both hands. He heard a crack, like the sound ice makes when it breaks beneath a man’s foot, and then a screech so shrill and sharp that he went staggering backward with his hands over his muffled ears, and fell hard on his arse.

When he opened his eyes the Other’s armor was running down its legs in rivulets as pale blue blood hissed and steamed around the black dragonglass dagger in its throat. It reached down with two bone-white hands to pull out the knife, but where its fingers touched the obsidian they smoked.

Sam rolled onto his side, eyes wide as the Other shrank and puddled, dissolving away. In twenty heartbeats its flesh was gone, swirling away in a fine white mist. Beneath were bones like milkglass, pale and shiny, and they were melting too.Finally only the dragonglass dagger remained, wreathed in steam as if it were alive and sweating.