“I am only eighteen years old on the outside," she said, touching her palm against her breast with an almost wistful motion. "But I first walked in Death when I was twelve. I encountered a Fifth Gate Rester when I was fourteen, and banished it beyond the Ninth Gate. When I was sixteen I stalked and banished a Mordicant that came near the school. A weakened Mordicant, but still… A year ago, I turned the final page of The Book of the Dead. I don’t feel young anymore.”—Garth Nix, Sabriel
Now you’re thinking with Portals. Or rather, you should be - according to research from Florida State University, which has shown that playing Portal 2 is apparently better for your thinking skills than your average ‘brain training’ software.
My alma mater and my favourite game of all time? This is awesome!
The best way to annoy someone who’s actually taken the time to write you a multi-page manifesto on why you are a terrible person is to reply exactly like this:
Because — and let’s be real here for a moment — anyone who’s actually taken the time to write you a multi-page high-school-drama-level manifesto on why you are a terrible person honestly doesn’t even deserve that little amount of your attention.
But if you’re gonna be inconvenienced enough to have to read it while sorting through your inbox, you may as well have a little fun.
Villains of Circumstance (unofficial, fan-transcribed lyrics)
I miss you now more than yesterday I hope somewhere you feel the same Holding hands and a fleeting glance We’re villains all of circumstance
I got a hole in my pocket where I lose my mind The ocean waves like an endless goodbye I sing only for you Till the beat of my footsteps arrive
So close your eyes and dream me home Forever mine I’ll be forever yours Always, evermore, and on and on Always, evermore, and on and on Always evermore Till the beat of my footsteps arrive
Only us No one in the world Only us Only us No one in the world
No magic bullet, no cure for pain You want what’s done, you better do it again Hole in my pocket where I lose my mind It’s easy to see and hard to find It’s so hard to explain and easy to feel I need you now Nothing is real Save me from the villains of circumstance Before I make a mistake
And close your eyes And dream me home Forever mine I’ll be forever yours Always, evermore, and on and on Always, evermore, and on and on Always, evermore, and on and on Always evermore
wtf the fuck at all of these posts i’m seeing on my dash defending outright emotional manipulation and abuse in friendships/relationships in general.
if you are at a point in your relationship with someone where:
they are openly (however passive aggressively) jealous about you spending time with people who aren’t them
they demand your attention above everyone else’s, or above other things you have going on in your life
they force you to fulfil a quota of communication with them every day, like communication with them is something you owe them instead of something that should come naturally for both of you
you have to walk on eggshells around them to avoid making them angry at you
they refuse to apologise for treating you badly becuase they ‘can’t help’ it
you feel guilty doing things that aren’t talking to them in case it upsets them
if you are generally interacting them out of a perceived obligation or fear of upsetting them rather than a genuine desire to speak to them
A MULTITUDE of really unhealthy shit
that is not healthy. that is not a sign of a healthy friendship. stop defending this shit.
also, a note: because this is so normalized and even romanticized, a lot of these are really easy to slip into (especially if you have some tendency to be insecure/anxious/etc), this post is a good reminder to everyone, if you notice yourself doing any of these, even if it’s really slightly, check yourself, try to constructively and healthily address the issue when applicable, don’t let yourself lapse into manipulative/abusive habits
“Our feminism looks like an end to police repression of minority communities, access to quality public schools that do not expel our children for minor infractions, and an end to the prison industrial complex, which locks up far too many of our men and women, fracturing families and creating further economic burdens when our loved ones are released. We need comprehensive healthcare and access to abortion clinics, but we also need a robust mental healthcare system, that can address long centuries of racist, sexist, sexual and emotional trauma. We need equal pay, yes. But we also need good jobs, rather than being relegated to an endless cycle of low-wage work.”— Brittany Cooper, "Feminism’s ugly internal clash: Why its future is not up to white women " (via thepeoplesrecord)
I’ve started to use MyFitnessPal again to keep track of what I eat, and I think a huge problem with my diet (in addition to not being as active as I should) is that I simply don’t eat enough. Approximately 1,200 dietary calories is a recommended minimum, and most days I’m lucky to break 1,000.
I don’t believe that, in order to be considered passionate about a cause, you have to be loud. Finding your voice is difficult. I do believe, though, that in order to be considered to have an opinion, you need to be able to talk about it. You can’t say you’re against or for something, then be completely silent when asked why, and still expect to be taken seriously. If you don’t want a conversation, don’t start one.
Healthy eating and weight loss requires vegetables. There’s no way around it. Some of us though would rather fill our plates with meat and bread. If you discover a “gateway vegetable” you’ll start eating them more often.
'We are the beauty capital of the world,' she murmured through her cigarette, 'and yet we are suffering because we do not think we are beautiful.' The late afternoon air was still, and the smoke twined its way up past the fire escape to mingle with the haze over the city.
'I think you are beautiful,' I said without looking at her. Butts littered the stoop in front of us. It was getting chilly, and I wanted to go inside. Her low husky laugh echoed off the flats across the street.
Later that night, while I was asleep, she would creep out onto the fire escape and light a cigarette. She would breathe smoke, like a dragon, out across the city. She would flick the smouldering butt out into the street, and like a tiny falling star, it would paff itself out on the asphalt below.
Then, like a dragon, she would take flight into the night sky.
“For some of us, books are as important as almost anything else on earth. What a miracle it is that out of these small, flat, rigid squares of paper unfolds world after world after world, worlds that sing to you, comfort and quiet or excite you. Books help us understand who we are and how we are to behave. They show us what community and friendship mean; they show us how to live and die.”—Anne Lamott, Bird by Bird: Some Instructions on Writing and Life (via victoriousvocabulary)
Don’t be angry at yourself when anxiety/depression flares up. It isn’t your fault and no one blames you and if they do they’re pieces of shit.
Don’t orbit around your perceived value so much. You’re not the sum total of what you produce.
Don’t let yourself wonder why people love you. That’s not how it works. There are not stark, individual reasons that a person can enumerate about why they love you. It’s the entire, unique combination of what and who you are.
1: If someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?: These have each marked some kind of turning point in my life — Abhorsen, Primer, maNga - Dünyanın Sonuna Doğmuşum
4: Do you like your name? Is there another name you think would fit you better?: I think my name suits me well enough.
10: Do you have a creed?: I actually had to look this one up because I didn’t understand the question. (I have only ever heard the word ‘creed’ used to refer to a band.) Yes, I do.
✍: Story from your childhood: When I was in the fourth grade, I knew a lot of words that the other kids my age didn’t know, even the other kids in my gifted class. I used one in a discussion one day (‘reputation’ or some shit), and one of the boys in the class started nagging me to tell him what it meant. I kept telling him to look it up and he continued pestering me for close to half an hour, at which point something in my nine-year-old brain snapped and I threw an entire dictionary at his face.
★: Want any tattoos?: Tattoos would be neat, but I don’t think I could stand to have anything on my body permanently. I’ll stick to henna (at which I am terrible, btw).