atmospheric-phenomena:

Alberta, Canada | Christopher Martin
You are a woman. Skin and bones, veins and nerves, hair and sweat. You are not made of metaphors. Not apologies, not excuses.
Sarah Kay, excerpt from “The Type”

 I drag myself out of nightmares each morning and find there’s no relief in waking.

Walked out the door this morning and saw this. Scary!

cjwho:

Treehouse, Atlanta, USA by Peter Bahouth | via

Architect Peter Bahouth built a series of houses in the trees connected by wooden bridges in Atlanta. Inspired by his love for nature and his childhood memories of boyhood treehouses, environmentalist Peter Bahouth created this grown-up fort in his Atlanta backyard. The three rooms of this treehouse have been named ‘Mind,’ ‘Body’ and ‘Spirit’ by its owner. A suspension bridge connects the living room to the bedroom that includes a platform bed which slides out for a better view of the tree canopy.

Photography: Lindsay Appel

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Had an unwelcome visitor earlier today!

Natalie Dormer as Cressida in Mockingjay - Part I [x]

freshcleanfit:

In other news, this is one of my favorite Twitter happenings to date. 

officialhamlet:

i want realistic modern fantasy like

someone finding a dragon egg and livetweeting the process of trying to hatch it (with no prior knowledge on how a dragon egg should be hatched)

a guy selling an enchanted sword on craigslist

a tattoo artist who does spell runes but for really mundane stuff like conjuring a bound demonic pen or for summoning your keys

summoning a demon for the vine

selfies with mermaids

prank calling wizards

riddlersgammon:

that time of year is approaching

scary lawn decorations

terrifying tv programs

people in costumes going door to door

election season

You should write because you love the shape of stories and sentences and the creation of different words on a page. Writing comes from reading, and reading is the finest teacher of how to write.
Annie Proulx

When he straightened again, there were six Harry Potters gasping and panting in front of him. 
Fred and George turned to each other and said together, “Wow- we’re identical!” 
"I dunno, though, I think I’m still better-looking," said Fred, examining his reflection in the kettle. 

pulpfanfiction:

DO YOU EVER THINK ABOUT HOW SOMEDAY YOU MIGHT WAKE UP TO SOMEONE YOU REALLY LOVE’S SLEEPY SMILE AND GO THROUGH YOUR MORNING ROUTINE WITH THEM