Melancholy

Just a collection of things that I like

infpisme:

I was always ashamed to take. So I gave. It was not a virtue. It was a disguise.

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry featured in The Diary Of Anais Nin, Vol. 4: 1944-1947

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odinstower:
“Heorot Hall
“The men did not dally; they strode inland in a group

Until they were able to discern the timbered hall,

Splendid and ornamented with gold.

The building in which that powerful man held court
was the foremost of halls under...

odinstower:

Heorot Hall

“The men did not dally; they strode inland in a group

Until they were able to discern the timbered hall,

Splendid and ornamented with gold.

The building in which that powerful man held court
was the foremost of halls under heaven;

Its radiance shone over many lands.”



- Beowulf

(via the-mists-of-asgaard)

You gotta change how you define yourself. You’re not a sad person. You are not an anxious person.

You’re a fighter working on becoming an overcomer. You struggle but you are not defined by your struggle.

hurtmedxddy, My journalism teacher, aka, one of the greatest human beings I know (via shareaquote)

(Source: shareaquote.online, via snow-white-raven-black)

The Night is blue and black.
The Night is silence, poetry and love.
It is the dancers in their grave of bones,
It is all transforming things.
It is fate, it is freedom.
It is masks and silver and ambiguity,
It is blood; it is forgiveness;
It is the invisible music of instinct.

—Clive Barker, Abarat (via emeraldwizardking)

(Source: lunarwizardking)

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