Morgan, 20’s, Toronto

Poets are Damned... but See with the Eyes of Angels.

sanssa:

Everything has meaning, man.

sanssa:

If what we’re doing doesn’t get under your skin, you’re either more screwed up than I thought or you’re kidding yourself.

sanssa:

What, why, who. What happened? Why did it happen that way? Which should lead to who did it. The question is not only why did the killer do it, but why did the killer do it this way?

sanssa:

There’s nothing people won’t do to each other. There’s nothing people won’t do.
─ M I N D H U N T E R

festiveminyard:

_{THE SONG OF ACHILLES by Madeline Miller}

_{❝ In the darkness, two shadows, reaching through the hopeless, heavy dusk. Their hands meet, and light spills in a flood like a hundred golden urns pouring out of the sun ❞}

_{happy birthday @cthod !}

caradocdearborn:

“We are what we always were in Salem, but now the little crazy children are jangling the keys of the kingdom, and common vengeance writes the law!” 

literature posters; the crucible by arthur miller

henry-marchbanks:

after all, the appeal to stop being yourself, even for a little while, is very great,’ he said. ‘to escape the cognitive mode of experience, to transcend the accident to one’s moment of being. there are other advantages, more difficult to speak of, things which ancient sources only hint at and which i myself only understood after the fact.

nora-durst:

i have never been nothing

stannisbaratheon:

atmospheric asoiaf dialogues

melisandre, a dance with dragons

eucalles:

Gansey had always felt as if there were two of him: the Gansey who was in control, able to handle any situation, able to talk to anyone, and then, the other, more fragile Gansey, strung out and unsure, embarrassingly earnest, driven by naive longing.

luzonbleedingheart:

saint-rouge:

The Secret History Audiobook on Cassette.
Read by Robert Sean Leonard

@mqstical

camillamacaulay:

“There is no greater power on this earth than story. People think boundaries and borders build nations. Nonsense—words do. Beliefs, declarations, constitutions—words. Stories. Myths. Lies. Promises. History.”