"The world is quiet to me—so quiet—even in the loudest of places. My loneliness is the only thing that I hear. It’s consuming my ears. It’s stunning my senses. It’s sending me into a shock so frightening that I wish I could die. But I don’t know how."
— Putting mental illness into words (via skinnyboymuscle)
"But what about me? I’ve been melted into something
too easy to spill."
Brenda Shaughnessy, from “Liquid Flesh” (via oofpoetry)

Sylvan Spirits - Nox Arcana | Fatal Lullaby - Adrian Von Ziegler | La Dryade - Gris | Pan’s Labyrinth Lullaby - Javier Navarrete | Dust - Fragor | Deep in the woods - Nox Arcana | Forest Theme - Kris Force & Jarobe | To the forest, towards the sea - Chelsea Wolfe | Pandora - The Parlour Trick



"Why do I sing? I think… Singing makes me feel in control and more powerful. On stage is where I understand myself best. It feels real and like something I can actually do. It verifies me, defines me… I really don’t know what I’d do without it”


I’d happily watch an 8 hour film adaptation of a book if it meant every little book detail was put in it

Talking about Old Nan made him sad. <…> “She never hurt no one, not even Theon. She just told stories”. <…>

"Remember Old Nan’s stories, Bran. Remember the way she told them, the sound of her voice. So long as you do that, part of her will always be alive in you.

"The light was so dim that Jaime could scarcely see her, though they stood a scant few feet apart. ‘In this light she could almost be a beauty’, he thought. ‘In this light she could almost be a knight’."—A Storm of Swords (for diet-ragles​)


The Freys slashed her throat from ear to ear. When we found her by the river she was three days dead. Harwin begged me to give her the kiss of life, but it had been too long. I would not do it, so Lord Beric put his lips to hers instead, and the flame of life passed from him to her. And… she rose. May the Lord of Light protect us. She rose.