I am not actually tired, but numb and heavy, and can’t find the right words. All I can say is: Stay with me, don’t leave me.
Franz Kafka, Letters To Felice (via the-book-diaries)
Yes, I do enjoy walking at night. The world’s more to my liking then, not so loud, not so fast, not so crowded, and a good deal more mysterious.
Cornelia Funke, Inkheart
(via the-book-diaries)
(via the-book-diaries)
Well they can try to sink us, but I’ll just swim
Because my will is stronger than a gale force wind
Look out, look out, ‘cause each time I fall
I’ll be crashing down, right through your arms
(Samael Aesthetic: @peacekeeper-xiv @devil-you-know @waitingrose @yutikyis @hana-xiv @invalmos-kha @kodie-ffxiv @lizardwaifu @nebula1984 @bezzetserlein @cheetah-smith-ffxiv @hedgearcher @quirkycoterie – I don’t know if I have anyone else’s tumblrs but yea this pretty much fits all our characters. Feel free to tag anyone I missed.)
I think people with descriptive and neat ship names they tag their photosets with are really cool and sometimes I think about trying that kinda thing? But like
I’m really… Really bad at ship names.
Recent ideas: I have all the ass in this relationship, it’s legal to kiss robots in ur own home, :that one video of geckos eating honey with Yoshi noises:, and “good luck motorboating me from up there, fucker”, none of which I think will smoothly fit in the tags of some cute post about love.
On the drive home I came up with good ones too, including friend ships
- a month’s worth of one night stands
- rolanberry and blushing bride aka oh fuck oh fuck that was a LOVE letter
- emotional support lizard
- “there are worse people to share thoughts with, right?”
I said this in a reply but I had to also reblog because I’m LAUGHING at “
oh fuck oh fuck that was a LOVE letter”
*taps fingers together* Yeah… yeah, Def, it was. (When does/did the penny drop for her, I wonder?)
And just for interest’s sake, these are ship tags I’ve used:
- flyweight love
- pink duet
- at your word
DEF’S GONNA WAKE UP LIKE TOMMORROW AND IT’LL HIT HER AND SHE’LL JUST CRUMPLE LMAO
Hrm, I used to have an do ship names (notably related to owls for Koke and Noah when they were together) and “there are worse people” have me in STITCHES.
We fell into our kinda generic ship name with an exchange at the tavern one night:
Raik: “I was supposed to teach you how to fight.”
Sela: “I was supposed to teach you how to swim.”
Both: “Distractions.”
Also I’m here for: oh fuck oh fuck that was a LOVE letter.
Hmmm other ship names for Raik & Sela:
Dragon distractions
Let’s get lost
When no one was looking
People say that Destiney and Syluss is the ‘Ship that gives them life’
‘The ship sails itself’
My favorite ‘Shroud Wolf and his maiden’
Last one is mine so it’s automatically my favorite.
I’m so eager to see you again, but I wouldn’t ask to see you. Not because I’m proud. In fact, in front of you, I cede all my pride. Yet only if you asked to see me, our meeting would be meaningful to me.
Simone de Beauvoir, A Transatlantic Love Affair: Letters to Nelson Algren
(via the-book-diaries)
(via the-book-diaries)
Sometimes I feel as though there are two me’s, one coating directly on top of the other: the superficial me, who nods when he’s supposed to nod and says what he’s supposed to say, and some other, deeper part, the part that worries and dreams… Most of the time they move along in sync and I hardly notice the split, but sometimes it feels as though I’m two whole different people and I could rip apart at any second
Lauren Oliver, Delirium
(via the-book-diaries)
(via the-book-diaries)
Alone had always felt like an actual place to me, as if it weren’t a state of being, but rather a room where I could retreat to be who I really was.
Cheryl Strayed, Wild: From Lost to Found on the Pacific Crest Trail (via the-book-diaries)
moodboards: Artemis and Apollo
“My brother is as much Apollo as I am Artemis,
The days are his domain, and he leaves the nights to me.
He traps sunlight in his hair, and I keep stars safe in my eyes.
The sun sets and he begins to yawn,
The moon rises and I feel alive.We coexist as the sun and the moon,
Only crossing each other’s paths at dawn and dusk.
We pass each other in the doorway,
One whisking in,
Another flickering out.Not often, but sometimes,
You can catch me in his sky,
Faintly but surely watching him shine.
Sometimes he rises early in mine,
Reminding me that I must come home.He strums his lyre,
And I hunt my prey,
I’m the clearest of nights,
He’s the brightest of days.”
Spirit of the Warlock 