getting that thing in the mail like
Every time I get a package.
With haggard breath and well worn claws, we dig through September, lurching to October.
The smells and wonders and haunts of sanctuary lurk just ahead. Just out of reach, moving ever closer. The illusions are slipping away, the mirages are fading, the torments are nearly over, and soon.
Soon. We will be home. And all will be right.
And all will be wicked, and wild, and wonderful.
Thirty-one days of healing, of strength, of cold energy. Just enough, just barely, to survive the coming year.
This bird knows he looks amazing.
Frogmouths are indeed very handsome devils…
Until they open their mouth…
and you realize they are basically bird muppets.
… no comment…
For extra lulz check out these awesome birds’ awkward baby photos:
I WAS NOT EXPECTING THE HEAD TO BODY RATIO TO BE SO CLOSE TO JUST 1:1
This is a “The Expectation vs The Reality” picture in bird form.
Brandon Sanderson (via the-right-writing)
If you are dead and you know it, clap your hands!
If you are dead and you know it, clap your skeleton hands!
If you are dead and you know and you really want to show it clap your skeleton hands!
If you are dead and you know it, clap your skeletal bones in the rhythm of ancient rituals!…
If you are an artist, when you get stuck, draw bigger and on tracing paper when you are stuck. Consider this manual photoshop. Use scissors, trace, refine.
If you are a writer, when you get stuck, get a pad of paper and at least two colors of pen that contrast. When you get stuck, use your…
“Said the reeve to the maid who was fresh to the farm
‘Let me show you the beasts of the yard!’
Here’s a cow that gives milk, and a pig that’s for ham
Here’s a cur and a goat and a lamb;
Here’s a horse tall and proud, and a well-trained old hawk,
But the thing you should see is this excellent cock!”
“Oh, some cocks rise early and some cocks stand tall,
But the cock now in question works hardest of all!
And they say hard’s a virtue, in a cock’s line of work
So what say you, lovely, will you give it a—”
Excerpt From: Scott, Lynch. “The Republic of Thieves”"
Anonymous said: What is it?
It’s a cusp. It’s the point at which a spider is so big that showering in the same room as it feels socially awkward. It’s the point at which you decide that actually, this is not just an infatuation, you are horribly in love and there’s nothing you can do about it now, how embarrassing. It’s the point at which the song changes and you realise you are no longer sincerely dancing with abandon, you are just actively making a fool of yourself to music you don’t recognise or like. It’s the point at which the strange hunger in you becomes so all-pervading that even a rhetorical question demands an answer. But it’s a secret, no one notices the transition except you. Shhh.