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"There is nothing interesting about the sea. The water is flat, flat and calm, it seems a sheet of glass. You look at it, the more you look at it the more you feel like you are looking into your own head, which is a stranger’s head, empty. We listen to the sound with our equipment. I have learned to understand this sound. When you look there is nothing, with the equipment there is sound. We sit in rows and listen down the tunnels for the song. The song has red words in it. We write them down on sheets of paper and pass them along. Sometimes there is noise and sometimes song and often there is silence, the long tunnel, the sea like glass…

            You are a translator, says the fisherman’s son.
            Yes, says the sailor.
            And the sound is the voice of the enemy.
            Yes, yes it is."
– "War of the Foxes" by Richard Siken



                                            ❝ A matter of quantity, then, rather than quality? ❞

heavy-lidded maroon gaze follows the planate movements of Will’s fingers and the hominine rise and fall of the swell of thyroid cartilage positioned above his throat.

                                                                                          —He’s a creature of movement, still only when wandering the meandering labyrinth of his magnificent mind.

Hannibal, in stark contrast, can be counted amongst the living only by virtue of the slight rise and fall of his chest and the indecipherable flickers of his eyes.

                                       If they’re windows to the soul, his curtains are closed. Perhaps someone perceptive would see the doctor and his regal bearing, uncannily serene, and find themselves reminded vaguely of a lion crouched motionless in the rustling grass of a savannah, its tawny gaze fixed on a lithe gazelle.

                                                                                                 An apex predator, engrossed.

 ❝ —A glass of water, spilling over? ❞

"You think my mind can only hold a glassful?"

The tone used is bare. Bone dry. Picked all the meat off it. No plump words to sink your teeth in to. It’s not bait—but it is a challenge. Break and twist. Get to the marrow. Try harder.

solidarius started following you.

!!! GaiGE. Your Cas! Is back! Aaa!


A Softer World: 1151
(I only miss 92% of the shots I don’t take. No big deal.)
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A Softer World: 1151

(I only miss 92% of the shots I don’t take. No big deal.)

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I… am my own biggest fan.
This would be sad if it wasn’t also oddly self respecting?

"You are so good. So good, you’re always feeling so much. And sometimes it feels like you’re gonna bust wide open from all the feeling, don’t it? People like you are the best in the world, but you sure do suffer for it."
– Silas House, This is My Heart for You  (via disintegrativeruin)

(via disintegrativeruin)

Little pig, little pig, don’t build a house of sticks

Little pig, little pig, don’t build a house of bricks

Little pig, little pig, don’t build a house of stones

Little pig, little pig, build a house of bones

The wolf will chew the marrow, and leave your flesh alone 

"Don’t be so vain to think that you ruined me,
that you wrecked me,
destroyed me.

I am the only one who has the power to do that."
Amanda Helm, The Day I Learned That I was Broken (via hellanne)


                                    ❝ I’m delighted to make your acquaintance! 

                        VISIT THE ESTATE

(via perhapsmercytoo)

"One hears it a lot on airplanes: “Make sure you have your own mask on, before helping others with theirs.”"
– Daniel Handler (Lemony Snicket), upon being asked "What’s your very best life advice?" (via thedapperproject)

(via loveletters18)

If you can hear me, you're alive!