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
This is the best/truest thing I’ve read in so long (via thesleepingfawn)
But this explains the 90s kids
VA/Bloodlines Meme ❖ [1/9] Quotes: “Things die. But they don’t always stay dead. Believe me, i know.”
So I just gained a follower a few moments ago with the name maartin4life
LISTEN TO ME
WHATEVER THE FUCK YOU DO
THEIR FUCKING PAGE
I JUST OPENED IT AND MY AVAST ANTIVIRUS TOLD ME THAT THERE WAS A FUCKING TROJAN HORSE
All my life men like you have sneered at me. And all my life I’ve been knocking men like you into the dust.
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
:( I hope it goes away soon
this sucks so much, i hate 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 :(
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.