You gotta consider her a living person, that’s it! You’re either living or you’re not. You ain’t little, you ain’t a girl, you ain’t a boy, you ain’t strong or smart, you’re alive.

sittinonthefloorwithmytambourine:

Art Meme | Oscar-Claude Monet - Lilac Irises

Monet began this work of art in 1914 and finished in 1917. The artist painted irises throughout his career because the iris was one of his favorite flowers. Lilac Irises is one of the last examples of his collection of irises. Monet wanted to document the French countryside in which he lived and to do so, he adopted a method of painting the same scene many times in order to capture the changing of light and the passing of the seasons. [x]

‘People never like me and I never like people,’ she thought. ‘And I never can talk as the other children could. They were always talking and laughing and making noises.’
Frances Hodgson Burnett, The Secret Garden (via larmoyante)

doll-lockets:

For creatingneverland, I wanted these to have an autumnal feel ♥

What we read and why we do so defines us in a profound way. You are what you read, I suppose. Browsing through someone’s library is like peeking into their DNA.
Guillermo del Toro (via maxkirin)

‘Water Lilies’  Claude Monet

(Source: pooporange)

Alina Starkov: First words
I snapped, and took some satisfaction from the surprise that came over his broad face.
People, particularly big men carrying big rifles, don’t expect lip from a scrawny thing like me. They always look a bit dazed when they get it.

(Source: korolevarezni)

michaelsocha:

Maybe everyone out there is a liar. And maybe the whole world is stupid and ignorant. But I’d rather be in it. I’d rather be fucking in it… than down here with you.

make me choose
vodkamixers askedgirl, interrupted or eternal sunshine of the spotless mind

ljonsyllver:

tolkien’s own paintings for the silmarillion

a description for the heraldic devices can be found here

(Source: iobagio)

“Not all those who wander are lost”- J.R.R. Tolkien

(Source: wanderingglitter)

There once was a girl, who had a friend that lived in the shadows. She would remind him how the sun felt on his skin and the air felt like to breathe, and that reminded her that she was still alive.

(Source: scamanders)