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Imagine a clan of feminist Gothic Woodland elves living in a medieval castle in an enchanted forest. Their forest occasionally gets invaded by fandoms from Young Adult and historical fiction/medieval fantasy novels (and their corresponding film adaptations). That's basically what happens here.

antiques (that I cannot afford), (traditional) archery, ASoIaF, BRAVE, books, castles, corsets, forests, fountain pens, grammar, Harry Potter, hedgehogs, punctuation, quills, sacrificing virgins to the dark lord, Shadowhunters, sniffing old books, stars, stationery, Steampunk, tea, tin whistles, (the smell of) toast, YA novels

Slytherin | House Martell | District 13 | Dauntless

Goodreads: Biblioceraptor



n. the frustration of photographing something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist—the same sunset, the same waterfall, the same curve of a hip, the same closeup of an eye—which can turn a unique subject into something hollow and pulpy and cheap, like a mass-produced piece of furniture you happen to have assembled yourself.



n. the frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time, which is like standing in front of the departures screen at an airport, flickering over with strange place names like other people’s passwords, each representing one more thing you’ll never get to see before you die—and all because, as the arrow on the map helpfully points out, you are here.

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#incest #wincest #twincest

#incest #wincest #twincest

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#incest   #wincest   #twincest  


Charles Dance fanboying about Dame Judi Dench and Dame Maggie Smith

Queens of Awesome

my two favourite women

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Overheard in Law Library on a Sunday

'I really want to go to Ikea.'
'I hate getting distracted by facebook like seeing what my friends from primary school are naming their baby.'
'All my friends on facebook are getting engaged, it's disgusting.'
'I fucking hate love.'

And then, ‘idk what fake address to use for this paper.’
'Use 69 Yolo Ave'

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I strongly identify with wood elves because I too like to drink wine and talk about how men are failing

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Natural progression of my dates

  • Date 1: 'I've never tried Tinder because I don't like the idea of being validated by strangers, based solely on my physical appearance.'
  • Date 2: 'these are my opinions on social justice, politics, gender equality etc.'
  • Date 3: 'I'm going to roofie you and then stab you. I do it to break gender stereotypes.'
  • Date 4: 'I once told a guy I was gonna roofie him and murder him and bury him in my backyard. Turns out he was a cop. Also when I'm drunk I like to climb off balconies and throw chairs off them.'
  • I wish I wasn't being 100% serious.


     No one before Bernini had managed to make marble so carnal. In his nimble hands it would flatter and stream, quiver and sweat. His figures weep and shout, their torses twist and run, and arch themselves in spasms of intense sensation. He could, like an alchemist, change one material into another - marble into trees, leaves, hair, and, of course, flesh.  
     -   Simon Schama’s Power of Art. Bernini

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by Di Farah

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