Don’t be afraid. The future is not disguised
as sleep. It is a tango. It is a waterfall between
two countries, the river that tried to drown you.
It is a city where men speak a language
you can fake if you must.
Traci Brimhall, from “Through a Glass Darkly” (via proustitute)
Life is about doing things that don’t suck with people who don’t suck.
Dude, fuck that guy, I’d love to marry ice cream.
2nd grade called they want their logic back
(Source: drunkonstevphen)
#he should be in everything #everything ever #every movie #every tv show #every commercial #every pair of pants i’m wearing #wait
I just want him and Emma to be on my screen is that too much to ask?
(Source: ttimeturner)
But I still have to face the hours.
So wonderful. So sad.
Fuck yeah Stephen Fry.
(Source: slowly-tongued-by-stephen-fry)
So much attractive in one film. I nearly died.
Fantasy is silver and scarlet, indigo and azure, obsidian veined with gold and lapis lazuli. Reality is plywood and plastic, done up in mud brown and olive drab. Fantasy tastes of habaneros and honey, cinnamon and cloves, rare red meat and wines as sweet as summer. Reality is beans and tofu, and ashes at the end. Reality is the strip malls of Burbank, the smokestacks of Cleveland, a parking garage in Newark. Fantasy is the towers of Minas Tirith, the ancient stones of Gormenghast, the halls of Camelot. Fantasy flies on the wings of Icarus, reality on Southwest Airlines. Why do our dreams become so much smaller when they finally come true?
We read fantasy to find the colors again, I think. To taste strong spices and hear the songs the sirens sang. There is something old and true in fantasy that speaks to something deep within us, to the child who dreamt that one day he would hunt the forests of the night, and feast beneath the hollow hills, and find a love to last forever somewhere south of Oz and north of Shangri-La.
They can keep their heaven. When I die, I’d sooner go to Middle Earth.
~ George R.R. Martin
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