I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.
━ Sylvia Plath (via selfinspiration)

(Source: cinematic--lifestyle, via dulcetdecember)

sv-a
fuckyeahdementia:

oh internets you’re so delicious

fuckyeahdementia:

oh internets you’re so delicious

The source of all of my issues.

The source of all of my issues.

(Source: nevver, via lulz-time)

Tyrion Lannister isn’t real, but then again neither is Mrs. Dalloway. Stories are stories, and their relative proximity to reality is not germane. What’s germane are the ideas and emotions that those stories create in those who read them.

blua:

I had dreams that bring me sadness
Rain much deeper than a river
Sorrow flow through me
Tiny waves of shivers
Corny movies make me reminisce
They break me down easy

(Source: slayinwizardfaces)

Sigur Rós//Fjögur píanó

libere:

you just see what you want to see (by laura zalenga)

libere:

you just see what you want to see (by laura zalenga)

(via princessbindi)

A Song of Ice and Fire - Modern designs for the sigils of the houses in Westeros

(via thebayle)