September302014
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nubbsgalore:

a room with a view. photos by oleg grigoryev camping out in tajikistan’s fann mountains

I miss backpacking

(via thresholdoftheuniverse)

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“She’s the kind of girl a guy meets when he’s too young, and he fucks up because there’s too much living to do. But later he realizes she’s perfect.” californication (via town-lights)

(via skyeblue)

September292014
“I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn’t that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they’ll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I don’t know. She probably didn’t even know I was there. But I’ll always love her. All my life.” Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 8: Worlds’ End (via petrichour)
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“I’ve waited a long time to show these flowers how pretty you are” Kvothe, The Wise Mans Fear by Patrick Rothfuss (via indigo-gnat)
September282014

ravennoheya:

Dream and Death.

I’ve been reading The Sandman recently. It’s weird. But good. Really, really good. I’m not sure that I understand it fully (if at all) but I think a lot of people would enjoy it.

So there ya go.

11PM
bluedogeyes:

The Sandman: Season of Mists By Neil Gaiman, art by Kelley Jones
“And the mortals! I ask you - why? Why do they blame for all their little failings? 
They use my name as if I spend the entire day sitting on their shoulders, forcing them to commit acts they would otherwise find repulsive.
 “The Devil made me do it.”I have never made one of them do anything. Never. They live their own tiny lives. I do not live their lives for them. 
And then they die, and they come here (having transgressed against what they believed to be right), and expect us to fulfill their desire for pain and retribution. 
I don’t make them come here. They talk of me going around and buying souls, like a fishwife come to market day, never stopping to ask themselves why. 
I need no souls. No. They belong to themselves …They just hate to have to face up to it. ” - Lucifer Morningstar

bluedogeyes:

The Sandman: Season of Mists By Neil Gaiman, art by Kelley Jones

And the mortals! I ask you - why? Why do they blame for all their little failings?

They use my name as if I spend the entire day sitting on their shoulders, forcing them to commit acts they would otherwise find repulsive.

“The Devil made me do it.”have never made one of them do anything. Never. They live their own tiny lives. I do not live their lives for them.

And then they die, and they come here (having transgressed against what they believed to be right), and expect us to fulfill their desire for pain and retribution.

I don’t make them come here. They talk of me going around and buying souls, like a fishwife come to market day, never stopping to ask themselves why.

I need no souls. No. They belong to themselves …They just hate to have to face up to it. ” - Lucifer Morningstar

11PM
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.” Neil GaimanThe Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones (via feellng)
September272014
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