spektrmodule:

ultrafunnypictures:

222 Golden Retrievers Gather in Scotland

their purpose is unknown and likely sinister

spektrmodule:

ultrafunnypictures:

222 Golden Retrievers Gather in Scotland

their purpose is unknown and likely sinister

TRYING TO COME UP WITH NAMES FOR MY FANTASY CHARACTERS

howdoiputthisgeekily:

agameofclothes:

What Obara might wear, Gianfranco Ferre 

agameofclothes:

What Obara might wear, Gianfranco Ferre 

tangledaxon:

staceythinx:

Orbital Mechanics by Tatiana Plakhova 

This is breathtaking.

gif-giz:

mitsubishi klima

gif-giz:

mitsubishi klima

ladytarths:

be the person brienne of tarth would pledge her sword to

Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again- and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto.