aseaofquotes:

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

aseaofquotes:

Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451

blooms-and-shrooms:

Blossoming by *celestialprincess101

blooms-and-shrooms:

Blossoming by *celestialprincess101

posted 4 weeks ago with 109 notes

mortisia:

― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

mortisia:

― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

posted 4 weeks ago with 782 notes

i-am-momo-senpai-and-i:

tHAT RESPONSE WAS SIMULTANEOUSLY METAL AND BUDDHA

posted 4 weeks ago with 891 notes

hannahletourneau:

Salem graveyard

hannahletourneau:

Salem graveyard

reallyreallarrylove:

katnisshawthorn:

dark-of-the-void:

Next Time You’ll Know Better
Have you ever walked into a room and found a vampire?
No, not the sexy kind, but a foul creature with bony limbs and ashen skin? The kind that snarls as you enter, like a beast about to pounce? The kind that roots you to the spot with its sunken, hypnotic eyes, rendering you unable to flee as you watch the hideous thing uncoil from the shadows? Has your heart started racing though your legs refuse to? Have you felt time slow as the creature crosses the room in the darkness of a blink?
Have you shuddered with fear when it places one clawed hand atop your head and another under your chin so it can tilt you, exposing your neck? Have you squirmed as its rough, dry tongue slides down your cheek, over your jaw, to your throat, in a slithering search that’s seeking your artery? Have you felt its hot breath release in a hiss against your skin when it probes your pulse—the flow that leads to your brain? Has its tongue rested there, throbbing slightly as if savoring the moment? Have you then experienced a sinking, sucking blackness as you discover that not all vampires feed on blood—some feed on memories?
Well, have you?
Maybe not. But let me rephrase the question:
Have you ever walked into a room and suddenly forgotten why you came in?

holy fuck

Holy crap

reallyreallarrylove:

katnisshawthorn:

dark-of-the-void:

Next Time You’ll Know Better

Have you ever walked into a room and found a vampire?

No, not the sexy kind, but a foul creature with bony limbs and ashen skin? The kind that snarls as you enter, like a beast about to pounce? The kind that roots you to the spot with its sunken, hypnotic eyes, rendering you unable to flee as you watch the hideous thing uncoil from the shadows? Has your heart started racing though your legs refuse to? Have you felt time slow as the creature crosses the room in the darkness of a blink?

Have you shuddered with fear when it places one clawed hand atop your head and another under your chin so it can tilt you, exposing your neck? Have you squirmed as its rough, dry tongue slides down your cheek, over your jaw, to your throat, in a slithering search that’s seeking your artery? Have you felt its hot breath release in a hiss against your skin when it probes your pulse—the flow that leads to your brain? Has its tongue rested there, throbbing slightly as if savoring the moment? Have you then experienced a sinking, sucking blackness as you discover that not all vampires feed on blood—some feed on memories?

Well, have you?

Maybe not. But let me rephrase the question:

Have you ever walked into a room and suddenly forgotten why you came in?

holy fuck

Holy crap

posted 4 weeks ago with 151,769 notes
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Jonathan Wolstenholme

breakcorechoirboy:

phoenixblueart:

Be Kind to Moth

A short comic based on this post that’s been going around.