And I stopped the Darkness from spreading and saved the last city on Earth…

And I stopped the Darkness from spreading and saved the last city on Earth…

(via gamer-hood)

An oldie, but a goody!!

An oldie, but a goody!!

"No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though.
I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough"

— Clementine Von Radics (via vomitbrat)

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REBLOG IF YOU WANT CURIOUS ANONS

piercedpdxprincess:

Keep me entertained??

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Well…

I crush on way too many fictional characters…it’s insane…

gwendabond:

dbvictoria:

With all the heat Anita Sarkeesian gets for her Tropes series, you’d think it was a new topic, but Gene Siskel & Roger Ebert had a discussion on a similar theme when they were talking about the influx of slasher movies on their show in 1980.

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Now I remember anew why I loved these guys so much growing up (and my mom did too).

This NEEDS to be seen!!

(via metteivieharrison)

torple:

m y  l i t t l e  s t a r l o r d

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smilestoinspire:

This is the greatest tweet in the history of tweets

smilestoinspire:

This is the greatest tweet in the history of tweets

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gothiccharmschool:

“Beware the autumn people… For some, autumn comes early, stays late through life…For these beings, fall is the ever normal season, the only weather, there be no choice beyond. Where do they come from? The dust. Where do they go? The grave. Does blood stir in their veins? No: the night wind. What ticks in their head? The worm. What speaks from their mouth? The toad. What sees from their eyes? The snake. What hears with their ear? The abyss between the stars. They sift the human storm for souls, eat flesh of reason, fill tombs with sinners. They frenzy forth. In gusts they beetle-scurry, creep, thread, filter, motion, make all moons sullen, and surely cloud all clear-run waters. The spider-web hears them, trembles- breaks. Such are the autumn people. Beware of them.”

- Ray Bradbury, “Something Wicked This Way Comes”

"I am a forest, and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses."

— Friedrich Nietzsche (via desnudaentusangre)

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