why do cats like to stand in things so much omg

there is a compelling need to be surrounded in feline DNA somewhere

“What doesn’t kill me should run, because now I’m fucking pissed”

- (via meaty-bicycle)

#modern AU esme weatherwax


Vampire Hunter Kit

"Cased vampire killing kit, in a rosewood and ebony case with inlaid silver stringing and mother-of-pearl inlaid plaque. Contents include a black powder percussion 2-barrel pistol, a powder horn and bullet mold, bone handled dagger with crucifix, three small crucifixes, mallet and two wooden stakes, book of common prayer, two small framed portraits of Jesus, holy water and four glass vials with crystals. 4"H x 16"W x 9.75"D, Circa - 19th C". [Propnomicon]



These little fruits are holding him down

free him

(Source: koyaniyako)






I feel like this is the entire nature of cats in one picture.
How did it get there?
How does it plan on getting away from there?
Why did it decide that is the best window sill?
It gives no fucks.

(Source: soranotsky)

“Fall, leaves, fall; die, flowers, away;
Lengthen night and shorten day;
Every leaf speaks bliss to me
Fluttering from the autumn tree.
I shall smile when wreaths of snow
Blossom where the rose should grow;
I shall sing when night’s decay
Ushers in a drearier day.”

- "Fall, leaves, fall" by Emily Brontë (via currentsinbiology)

My mother once told me that trauma is like Lord of the Rings. You go through this crazy, life-altering thing that almost kills you (like say having to drop the one ring into Mount Doom), and that thing by definition cannot possibly be understood by someone who hasn’t gone through it. They can sympathize sure, but they’ll never really know, and more than likely they’ll expect you to move on from the thing fairly quickly. And they can’t be blamed, people are just like that, but that’s not how it works.

Some lucky people are like Sam. They can go straight home, get married, have a whole bunch of curly headed Hobbit babies and pick up their gardening right where they left off, content to forget the whole thing and live out their days in peace. Lots of people however, are like Frodo, and they don’t come home the same person they were when they left, and everything is more horrible and more hard then it ever was before. The old wounds sting and the ghost of the weight of the one ring still weighs heavy on their minds, and they don’t fit in at home anymore, so they get on boats go sailing away to the Undying West to look for the sort of peace that can only come from within. Frodos can’t cope, and most of us are Frodos when we start out.

But if we move past the urge to hide or lash out, my mother always told me, we can become Pippin and Merry. They never ignored what had happened to them, but they were malleable and receptive to change. They became civic leaders and great storytellers; they we able to turn all that fear and anger and grief into narratives that others could delight in and learn from, and they used the skills they had learned in battle to protect their homeland. They were fortified by what had happened to them, they wore it like armor and used it to their advantage.

It is our trauma that turns us into guardians, my mother told me, it is suffering that strengthens our skin and softens our hearts, and if we learn to live with the ghosts of what had been done to us, we just may be able to save others from the same fate.

- S.T.Gibson (via sarahtaylorgibson)

(Source: awwww-cute)


I am awake but at what price

(Source: )


im alive but only ironically

archive older ›
Anne, 22. I like dancing and ladies, rainbows and black, food and tea, nice things and kittens and loud music, words and letters and pens and ink. And glitter. And corsets. And hats. My pronouns are she/her/hers.

I tumblr saviour thinspo, fitspo, food, calories (for triggers), and nsfw things (for when I'm in public).

I admit I'm not super good at tagging things but if you need something tagged, please let me know and I'll do it. I always tag gifs and gif sets so if you don't want to see those for whatever reason you can blacklist them.