"Words, I think, are such unpredictable creatures.
No gun, no sword, no army or king will ever be more powerful than a sentence. Swords may cut and kill, but words will stab and stay, burying themselves in our bones to become corpses we carry into the future, all the time digging and failing to rip their skeletons from our flesh."
Tahereh Mafi, Ignite Me (via sad-plath)
nakedrussia:

llttlesophie:

gifcraft:

Bunny falls asleep

bun didn’t actually fall asleep!! bunnies flop over like this when they feel safe and comfortable in their environment. they rarely stretch out and lay down because they’re prey animals, so when ur bun does completely lays on their side or their back, it means they feel 10000% safe around you

nakedrussia:

llttlesophie:

gifcraft:

Bunny falls asleep

bun didn’t actually fall asleep!! bunnies flop over like this when they feel safe and comfortable in their environment. they rarely stretch out and lay down because they’re prey animals, so when ur bun does completely lays on their side or their back, it means they feel 10000% safe around you

artificialimperialism:

myuncertainlife:

fandom-fox:

spoopyphilia:

did you know when you suddenly jerk awake while falling asleep, another version of you from a different timeline just died

This post fucked me up.

It’s actually because you’re heart rate decreased so quickly that you’re brain jerks you awake to make sure you’re still alive.

i dont know wHICH ONE IS WORSE

chibird:

Even if you are used to being “sensitive” or “too emotional” like me… I think it’s great to embrace and accept your emotions and not feel ashamed if you ever get really sad or excited or anything.

chibird:

Even if you are used to being “sensitive” or “too emotional” like me… I think it’s great to embrace and accept your emotions and not feel ashamed if you ever get really sad or excited or anything.

"They told me to pour my heart into everything I do. So that’s what I did, I poured and poured and poured. Now they ask me why I’m so empty."
(via efidelity)
"I can’t accept that. I can’t accept that there was only one black woman in the entire film, who delivered one line and who we never saw again. I can’t accept that the bad guys were Asian and that although in China, Lucy’s roommate says, “I mean, who speaks Chinese? I don’t speak Chinese!” I can’t accept that in Hercules, which I also saw this weekend, there were no people of color except for Dwayne Johnson himself and his mixed-race wife, whose skin was almost alabaster. I can’t accept that she got maybe two lines and was then murdered. I can’t accept that the “primitive tribe” in Hercules consisted of dark-haired men painted heavily, blackish green, to give their skin (head-to-toe) a darker appearance, so the audience could easily differentiate between good and bad guys by the white vs. dark skin. I can’t accept that during the previews, Exodus: Gods and Kings, a story about Moses leading the Israelite slaves out of Egypt, where not a single person of color is represented, casts Sigourney Weaver and Joel Edgerton to play Egyptians. I can’t accept that in the preview for Kingsman: The Secret Service, which takes place in London, features a cast of white boys and not a single person of Indian descent, which make up the largest non-white ethnic group in London. I can’t accept that in stories about the end of the world and the apocalypse, that somehow only white people survive. I can’t accept that while my daily life is filled with black and brown women, they are completely absent, erased, when I look at a TV or movie screen."
"Write the kind of story you would like to read. People will give you all sorts of advice about writing, but if you are not writing something you like, no one else will like it either."
Meg Cabot  (via fictionwritingtips)

oh god my eyes are bleeding and my head is about to explode

Well. Not really. But I’ve been staring at this computer screen for maybe two hours now, reading an e-book that is part of one of my university courses, and it is so insanely boring! Halfway through a sentence, I can’t even remember what I’ve read. It’s 8:30 pm soon, and I would rather be doing anything but this. But I need to get this done. It sucks. I mean, most of it is neat or complicated words that mean mostly the same thing, repeated four hundred times across each page. Oh, and lets not forget all the statistics that I’ve glanced at and skipped. 

"Don’t tell me the moon is shining; show me the glint of light on broken glass."
Anton Chekhov (via bookshelves-infinity)