What! you too? I thought i was the only one
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srslyironic:

"We are only as strong as we are united, as weak as we are divided."

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effletrinkets:

Just follow me and run like your life depends on it. Because it does. 

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I’ve learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I’ve learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you’ll miss them when they’re gone from your life. I’ve learned that making a “living” is not the same thing as making a “life.” I’ve learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I’ve learned that you shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I’ve learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I’ve learned that even when I have pains, I don’t have to be one. I’ve learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I’ve learned that I still have a lot to learn. I’ve learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
— Maya Angelou (via aclockworkorange)
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“When it was over, she gathered him in her arms. And told him the terrible irony of her life.That she had wanted to be dead all those years while her brother had been alive. That had been her sin.And this was her penance.Wanting to live when everyone else seemed dead.” 

Melina Marchetta, On the Jellicoe Road

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inkyopinions:

endless list of favorite books → daughter of smoke and bone by laini taylor

Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there’s no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.

inkyopinions:

endless list of favorite books → daughter of smoke and bone by laini taylor

Hope can be a powerful force. Maybe there’s no actual magic in it, but when you know what you hope for most and hold it like a light within you, you can make things happen, almost like magic.
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Behind us, the guards muttered restlessly, and a word floated back to me. Razrusha’ya. I batted the Apparat’s hand away and marched into the passage. The Priestguards came to attention. Like all their brothers, they were dressed in brown and wore the golden sunburst, the same symbol that marked the Apparat’s robes. My symbol. But they never looked directly at me, never spoke to me or the other Grisha refugees. Instead, they stood silently at the edges of rooms and trailed me everywhere like bearded, rifle- wielding specters.

“That name is forbidden,” I said. They stared straight ahead, as if I were invisible. “Her name is Genya Safin, and I’d still be the Darkling’s prisoner if it weren’t for her.”

(Source: daisycalloway)

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matthewalynch:

Glendower was a legend in most ways. A mystical giant who’d left a permanent footprint.
But this story … some of the Welsh weren’t convinced that throwing sticks at their English neighbours would improve Wales’s dire straits. In particular, one of Glendower’s cousins, a man named Hywel.
Glendower was a lawyer and —like Gansey— a believer in the power of words. He arranged to meet Hywel alone in a deer park to talk it all over.
Gansey was untroubled with the story up to this point. This was the Glendower he’d follow anywhere.
Then, the two men spotted a deer. Hywel lifted his bow. But instead of shooting the animal, he let the arrow fly at Glendower … who had cleverly worn chain mail beneath his tunic.
Gansey would’ve preferred the story to end here.
But it didn’t. Instead, unharmed by the arrow and enraged by the betrayal, Glendower pursued Hywel, stabbed him, and finally stuffed Hywel’s body inside an oak tree.
All the stabbing and stuffing and utter loss of temper seemed rather ignoble. Gansey wished he hadn’t ever found the story. There was no unreading it. But now, after hearing Kavinsky’s slow laugh on the other end of the line, imagining Ronan drunk in his absence from Henrietta, picturing the Camaro in any state other than how he’d left it, Gansey thought he finally glimpsed understanding.
He was at once closer and farther from Glendower than he’d been before.

matthewalynch:

Glendower was a legend in most ways. A mystical giant who’d left a permanent footprint.

But this story … some of the Welsh weren’t convinced that throwing sticks at their English neighbours would improve Wales’s dire straits. In particular, one of Glendower’s cousins, a man named Hywel.

Glendower was a lawyer and —like Gansey— a believer in the power of words. He arranged to meet Hywel alone in a deer park to talk it all over.

Gansey was untroubled with the story up to this point. This was the Glendower he’d follow anywhere.

Then, the two men spotted a deer. Hywel lifted his bow. But instead of shooting the animal, he let the arrow fly at Glendower … who had cleverly worn chain mail beneath his tunic.

Gansey would’ve preferred the story to end here.

But it didn’t. Instead, unharmed by the arrow and enraged by the betrayal, Glendower pursued Hywel, stabbed him, and finally stuffed Hywel’s body inside an oak tree.

All the stabbing and stuffing and utter loss of temper seemed rather ignoble. Gansey wished he hadn’t ever found the story. There was no unreading it. But now, after hearing Kavinsky’s slow laugh on the other end of the line, imagining Ronan drunk in his absence from Henrietta, picturing the Camaro in any state other than how he’d left it, Gansey thought he finally glimpsed understanding.

He was at once closer and farther from Glendower than he’d been before.

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beepboopboopbeep:

Till now that she was threatened with its loss, Emma had never known how much of her happiness depended on being first with Mr. Knightley, first in interest and affection…She had herself been first with him for many years past. She had not deserved it; she had often been negligent or perverse, slighting his advice, or even wilfully opposing him, insensible of half his merits, quarrelling with him because he would not acknowledge her false and insolent estimate of her own - but still, from family attachment and habit, and thorough excellence of mind he had loved her, and watched over her from a girl, with an endeavour to improve her, and an anxiety for her doing right, which no other creature had at all shared. In spite of all her faults, she knew she was dear to him; might she not say, very dear?

Emma, Jane Austen

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(Source: friendimentia)

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allinye:

FIGURES OF NORSE MYTHOLOGY: NORNS



The Norns are female beings who control the destinies of gods and mortals. The most important of these beings are Urd (Fate), Skuld (Being), and Verdandi (Necessity). They guard the well Urðarbrunnr, located beneath Yggdrasil in Asgard, keeping the World Tree healthy by pouring water and mud from the well on its roots. In other myths, there is a Norn present at every birth, and she has control over how the newborn’s life with unfold.

allinye:

FIGURES OF NORSE MYTHOLOGY: NORNS

The Norns are female beings who control the destinies of gods and mortals. The most important of these beings are Urd (Fate), Skuld (Being), and Verdandi (Necessity). They guard the well Urðarbrunnr, located beneath Yggdrasil in Asgard, keeping the World Tree healthy by pouring water and mud from the well on its roots. In other myths, there is a Norn present at every birth, and she has control over how the newborn’s life with unfold.