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wnnbdarklord:

I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning’s hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft stars that shine at night
                     -Mary Elizabeth Frye

— for forthanalingus

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alluringalliteration:

wigmund:

meximeximan:

why don’t you make like a tree andwoah

Birnam Wood’s on the march

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alluringalliteration:

wigmund:

meximeximan:

why don’t you make like a tree and

woah

Birnam Wood’s on the march

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" Your mother’s dead. Before long I’ll be dead, and you and your brother and your sister and all of her children, all of us dead, all of us rotting underground. It’s the family name that lives on. It’s all that lives on. Not your personal glory, not your honor… but family. You understand? "

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ohmaglor:

It began long ago in a land far away to the east, the like of which you will not find in the world today. There was the city of Dale, its markets known far and wide, full of the bounties of vine and vale, peaceful and prosperous. For this city lay before the doors of the greatest kingdom in Middle-earth; Erebor, stronghold of Thrór, King under the Mountain and mightiest of the Dwarf-lords.

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Orange Is the New Black is a story of…

(Source: a-world-of-our-very-own, via misha-collins)

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"When the first Lord of the Rings movie came out, my friends and I went to see it, and they know that I am Cecil Baldwin III and my dad and my grandfather are Cecils as well, (…) so they’ve started calling me “Cecil, son of Cecil, Heir to the Baldwin Throne”."

— Cecil Baldwin (x)

(Source: gokuma, via mcshanes)

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northwestpacifica:

The radio moves onto other things. But there was time, one day, one single day, in which it was only one story, a story about you.  And you were pleased, because you always wanted to hear about yourself on the radio

Welcome to Night Vale - Episode 13

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"I’m pretty sure the answer to that is ‘I am Groot.’"

(Source: starlorrd, via feistylittlewildcat)

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baby's first words

  • baby: d-d-da..
  • father: daddy?
  • baby: dada /ˈdɑːdɑː/ or Dadaism was an art movement of the European avant-garde in the early 20th century. Many claim Dada began in Zurich, Switzerland in 1916, spreading to Berlin shortly thereafter but the height of New York Dada was the year before, in 1915.[1] To quote Dona Budd's The Language of Art Knowledge,
  • Dada was born out of negative reaction to the horrors of World War I. This international movement was begun by a group of artists and poets associated with the Cabaret Voltaire in Zurich. Dada rejected reason and logic, prizing nonsense, irrationality and intuition. The origin of the name Dada is unclear; some believe that it is a nonsensical word. Others maintain that it originates from the Romanian artists Tristan Tzara's and Marcel Janco's frequent use of the words "da, da," meaning "yes, yes" in the Romanian language. Another theory says that the name "Dada" came during a meeting of the group when a paper knife stuck into a French-German dictionary happened to point to 'dada', a French word for 'hobbyhorse'.[2]
  • The movement primarily involved visual arts, literature, poetry, art manifestoes, art theory, theatre, and graphic design, and concentrated its anti-war politics through a rejection of the prevailing standards in art through anti-art cultural works. In addition to being anti-war, Dada was also anti-bourgeois and had political affinities with the radical left.