Spinner's End

15 Jul 2014

“And one night a mighty gulf was bridged, and the dream-haunted skies swelled down to the lonely watcher’s window to merge with the close air of his room and make him a part of their fabulous wonder.”
— H.P. Lovecraft, “Azathoth,” published 1938

13 Jul 2014

justgaffit:

WTNV- The Whispering Forest EP 22

justgaffit:

WTNV- The Whispering Forest EP 22

8 Jul 2014

“And I don’t have a weird thing with Simon Snow," Cath said. "I’m just really active in the fandom."
“What the fuck is ‘the fandom’?”
“You wouldn’t understand.”
Fangirl, Rainbow Rowell

10 May 2014

“Every evil screams out only one message: ‘I am good!’ And not only does it scream, but it demands that the people cry out tirelessly in response: ‘You are good, you are freedom, you are happiness!’”
— Alexander Schmemann

3 May 2014

speaking-in-forked-tongues:

For someone who pretends to have no emotions whatsoever, I’m really sensitive.
- madscanon

speaking-in-forked-tongues:

For someone who pretends to have no emotions whatsoever, I’m really sensitive.

madscanon

30 Apr 2014

speaking-in-forked-tongues:

Don’t ask me for relationship advice because I will always just tell you to break up with them and throw their shit in a dumpster because I do not understand the concept of allowing anyone to treat you poorly.
This is a zero tolerance zone.
- slayboybunny

speaking-in-forked-tongues:

Don’t ask me for relationship advice because I will always just tell you to break up with them and throw their shit in a dumpster because I do not understand the concept of allowing anyone to treat you poorly.

This is a zero tolerance zone.

- slayboybunny

2 Apr 2014

“We can’t hate ourselves into a version of ourselves we can love.”
— Lori Deschene (via highanxietiessupport)

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege)

21 Mar 2014

13 Mar 2014

“Sophia: You’re a snitch.
Miles: No, I’m not a snitch, I’m an informant.
Sophia: Oh, a snitch in a tie!”
The Golden Girls 06x15, “Miles to Go”

3 Mar 2014

“It was Darl. He come to the door and stood there, looking at his dying mother. He just looked at her, and I felt the bounteous love of the Lord again and His mercy. I saw that with Jewel she had just been pretending, but that it was between her and Darl that the understanding and the true love was. He just looked at her, not even coming in where she could see him and get upset, knowing that Anse was driving him away and he would never see her again. He said nothing, just looking at her. ‘What you want, Darl?’ Dewey Dell said, not stopping the fan, speaking up quick, keeping even him from her. He didn’t answer. He just stood and looked at his dying mother, his heart too full for words.”
— William Faulkner, As I Lay Dying

26 Feb 2014

“Your playing small does not serve the world. There is nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people won’t feel insecure around you.”

Marianne Williamson

(via jvsxn)

24 Feb 2014

23 Feb 2014

“How can you be happy in this world? You have a hole in your heart. You have a gateway inside you to lands beyond the world you know. They will call you, as you grow.”
— Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane (via quotes-in-books)

21 Feb 2014

“Well, I don’t drink blood, I don’t take magic pills. But I have wizards. (laugh)”

Evgeni Plushenko, responding to a question about whether he is “charmed” and why no one else is in his league.

[Radio interview 19.03.2013 http://www.rusradio.ru/news/radio/6717626/

Translation by let’s talk. Complete interview in his ofc forum]

(via phrazey)

20 Feb 2014

“For every man there are certain words that are as if closer and more intimate to him than any others. And often, unexpectedly, in some remote, forsaken backwater, some deserted desert, one meets a man whose warming conversation makes you forget the pathlessness of your paths, the homelessness of your nights, and the contemporary world full of people’s stupidity, of deceptions for deceiving man. Forever and always an evening spent in this way will vividly remain with you, and all that was and that took place will be retained by the faithful memory…the walls, the corners, every trifle.”
Nikolai Gogol, Dead Souls (via glassrib)