For all of us that have ever tried moving things with our minds.

cinnasghost:

Harry Potter Minimalist Posters → Books Harry 

rrayyme:

wow. this is magical

Sparkle palace cocktail table by John Foster

I stop watching Glee for a season and a half and WHAT?!

WHAT IS THIS WHAT IS HAPPENING I DONT UNDERSTAND WHAT WHAT

SYSTEMS OVERLORD ERROR ERROR WHAT

theantidote:

City lights and neurons show striking similarities to in these side-by-side comparisons by Infinity Imagined. The city light photos were taken aboard the International Space Station, while the neuron images were created with fluorescence microscopy.
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theantidote:

City lights and neurons show striking similarities to in these side-by-side comparisons by Infinity Imagined. The city light photos were taken aboard the International Space Station, while the neuron images were created with fluorescence microscopy.

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Everyone wants to give a writer the perfect notebook. Over the years I’ve acquired stacks: One is leather, a rope of Rapunzel’s hair braids its spine. Another, tree-friendly, its pages reincarnated from diaries of poets who now sit in cubicles. One is small and black like a funeral dress, its pages lined like the hands of a widow. There’s even a furry blue one that looks like a shag rug or a monster that would hide under it— and I wonder why? For every blown out candle, every Mazel Tov, every turn of the tassel, you gift-wrap what a writer dreads most: blank pages.

It’s never a notebook we need. If we have a story to tell, an idea carbonating past the brim of us, we will write it on our arms, thighs, any bare meadow of skin. In the absence of pens, we will repeat our lines deliriously like the telephone number of a parting stranger until we become the craziest one on the subway.

If you really love a writer, fuck her on a coffee table. Find a gravestone of someone who shares her name and take her to it. When her door is plastered with an eviction notice, do not offer your home. Say I Love You, then call her the wrong name. If you really love a writer, bury her in all your awful and watch as she scrawls her way out.
Megan Falley, “If You Really Love a Writer” (via thominoz)
The Tale of the Three Brothers.
"Once there was a Hushpuppy, and she lived with her daddy in the Bathtub."

Beasts of the Southern Wild

"Once there was a Hushpuppy, and she lived with her daddy in the Bathtub."

Beasts of the Southern Wild

“From an inside pocket of his black overcoat he pulled a slightly squashed box. Harry opened it with trembling fingers. Inside was a large, sticky chocolate cake with Happy Birthday Harry written on it in green icing.”

—JK Rowling, Harry Potter and the Philosopher’s Stone

Happy Birthday Harry and JKR.

#semihetero

#semihetero

When I was first learning how to read, I hated it.  It was slow and painful.  Then, one day my dad took me to this Saturday Parent-and-Me type of reading class.  The first book was Where the Wild Things Are.  And I have never looked back.

Mr. Sendak, your book was the first book I ever fell in love with.  Thank you, sir.  You changed my life.

When I was first learning how to read, I hated it. It was slow and painful. Then, one day my dad took me to this Saturday Parent-and-Me type of reading class. The first book was Where the Wild Things Are. And I have never looked back.

Mr. Sendak, your book was the first book I ever fell in love with. Thank you, sir. You changed my life.

NPR