The aim of life is self-development. To realize one's nature perfectly - that is what each of us is here for. People are afraid of themselves, nowadays. They have forgotten the highest of all duties, the duty that one owes to one's self. - Oscar Wilde
What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense.
— Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis 
17/4/14 with 10,516 notes #franz kafka#quotes

17/4/14 with 130 notes #same#buffy

My family’s gone. I’ve got no one.

“Come at once. Help me. Save me. I need you as I have never needed you before. I love you, I love you, I love you. Come at once.” — Jaime & Cersei


my favorite japanese myth is the dogs with human faces because they dont even do anything and if you get close to them they say “please leave me alone”

thats it


 but in the end as deadly. (requested by anonymous)


Brienz, Switzerland | by Patryk Sadowski


Brienz, Switzerland | by Patryk Sadowski

17/4/14 with 1,934 notes #switzerland#nature

make me choose - anonymous asked: brienne or ygritte?

"All men die," he could almost hear her say, "and women too, and every beast that flies or swims or runs. It’s not the when o’ dying that matters, it’s the how of it, Jon Snow.”


Re-Spun Tales Annabel Lee, by Edgar Allan Poe, as a rusalka

Besotted with Annabel Lee, though she rebukes his affections, the poet purchases a love potion that unwittingly poisons her. Distraught to find her dead, he tosses her body into the ocean, ready to follow her into the depths himself, but too cowardly at the last minute. Unable to live with the truth he concocts a love poem that gains him fame. Many moons later, he is amazed when he spots his fair Annabel rising from the water. He confesses to her the truth and she pulls him into a kiss, so deep and intense that he falls into the water. Though he scrambles to swim, he cannot escape her iron vise and her kiss drowns him. Annabel has returned as a vengeful rusalka who drowns all men who ventures to the kingdom by the sea,.

16/4/14 with 697 notes #edgar allan poe

Here’s what I know about the realm of possibility – it is always expanding, it is never what you think it is. Everything around us was once deemed impossible. From the airplane overhead to the phones in our pockets to the choir girl putting her arm around the metalhead. As hard as it is for us to see sometimes, we all exist within the realm of possibility. Most of the limits are of our own world’s devising. And yet, every day we each do so many things that were once impossible to us.
— David Levithan, The Realm of Possibility

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