For Every Knife, Five Hearts.

no kisses on the mouth

knightsgambit:

fyeahflutes:

swagarolli:

flutes players need to breathe

flute players need to breathe 

flute players need to breathe

fluTe PLAYeRS NEED TO BREAHTE

image

no

the soften part is where the flute players begin to die off one by one

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officialwhitegirls:

fake-ketchup:

Why don’t astronauts just visit the sun at night?

um obviously because it will be too dark to see anything, there’s no point, also because the sun is trying to sleep we wouldn’t want to disturb it

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teal-deer:

I’m glad that Bilbo Baggins exists

Because in the book, the dude was pretty firmly middle aged when his crazy-ass adventure started

He was settled down in the house that belonged to his parents and had done precisely jack shit with his life

It gives me hope that maybe some nutcase wizard will eventually show up and be like yo

you’re a burglar now

don’t even care that you didn’t roll rogue homie we got dragons to slay and kingdoms to save 

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Correction

As ingolfr nicely mentioned

Getting drunk AND pissed 24/7

getting really pissed 24/7

„Schwanenklang! Schwanengesang!“ musste er immerfort zu sich selbst sagen; „das bedeutet ja wohl den Tod!“

Friedrich de la Motte Fouqué, Undine
(via secretsunofeurope)

Hirschlein ging im Wald spazieren,
Trieb allda sein artig Spiel,
Dass er stets den andern Tieren
Als ein lust’ger Freund gefiel.

Laufen konnt‘ er, konnte springen
Über Graben, Heck‘ und Bach,
Mit der frühsten Vögel Singen
Ward auch er zum Spielen wach.

Aber hinter Haselsprossen
Barg sich Jäger und sein Hund,
Hat nur gar zu gut geschossen,
Schoss das arme Hirschlein wund.

Da sich’s schnell zusammenraffte,
Bangend lief durch Tal und Hain,
Rief der Jäger laut, und klaffte
Phylax spottend hiterdrein.

Hirschlein wollt’s den Freunden klagen
Aber alle liefen fort,
Ließen’s wunde Hirschlein zagen,
Suchte jeder sichern Ort.

Hirschlein kann nun nicht mehr springen,
Tut die Wund‘ ihm gar zu weh,
Wenn die Vögel wieder singen,
Legt sich’s weinend in den Klee.

Friedrich de la Motte Fouqué, Alwin
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thebookishdark:

Abarat: Days of Magic, Nights of War by Clive Barker

victoriousvocabulary:

CETUS
[noun]
1. any large sea animal, such as a whale, shark or dolphin.
2. the constellation Cetus, the Whale.
Etymology: from Latin cētus, romanised form of Ancient Greek κῆτος kētos, “any sea-monster or huge fish”.
[Nick Keller]

victoriousvocabulary:

CETUS

[noun]

1. any large sea animal, such as a whale, shark or dolphin.

2. the constellation Cetus, the Whale.

Etymology: from Latin cētus, romanised form of Ancient Greek κῆτος kētos, “any sea-monster or huge fish”.

[Nick Keller]

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