happy father’s day.

Tom Stoppard, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead (via rammaru)

 Marie Catherine Laveau (September 10, 1794 – June 15, 1881)

illustration/concept inspired by this post

he’s here

Tomb of Marie Laveau

Patrick Ness A Monster Calls (via novel-quotes)

The Catastrophic History of You and Me by Jess Rothenberg

Have you heard the good news? The earth is rotting beneath your feet! The human race is a bacteria that infects and destroys! He needed me. He needed me! Fate works in strange ways. He was lost! She dances and sings in the light! She lurks in the shadows, and she always gets her way. Now he has a home. Your words mean nothing to him now! He only hears my truth. Now he has a home. He has a home.

Hill of Witches, Klaipėda, Lithuania.

Opened in 1979, Hill of Witches is a park situated on a hill overlooking the Baltic Sea. Legend has it this area was once a place where witches gathered to celebrate Midsummer Night’s Eve, along with demons. Even the Baltic goddess Ragė is said to have visited this place.

 Tropic of Cancer by Henry Miller (via vvni)

dhours89 (via wnq-writers)

The Humbling River || neverseennodevil

Seth hissed in disbelief, his tongue caught between his teeth as his lips peeled back in an almost animalistic snarl. The shadows of the well put together Champion were slipping away and revealing the frightened beast underneath. Fight or flight, he hadn’t made a decision yet, but his entire being was vibrating with the need to do something.

Bray Wyatt wasn’t someone you underestimated or messed with, Seth knew that much. Even though his own arrogance and inflated ego he could see when someone would pose a challenge. And the man stood before him was murder in snakeskin boots.

“Check up on me… Riiight, out of the goodness of your own heart?”

A shake of his head and a snort. He didn’t believe that for one minute. Whatever this swamp dwelling hick wanted, it didn’t bode well for Seth Rollins. He’d seen the mess he’d made of Dean. Seen how he’d gotten into his head and twisted him all up. Made everything a little darker. A little bleaker. Poised on the edge of screaming insanity. The last thing Seth needed was someone else poking around in his head.

“I have no doubts… I said I can do it on my own and I can! It’s them who doubt me!”

Now he was getting somewhere.

The last comment is what sticks out to him the most, and it’s one that he believes holds more importance than Seth is really giving it credit for; he’s been placed on a pedestal, hasn’t he? So much was expected of him, and oh, he just isn’t quite meeting those too high standards. He isn’t shining quite as bright as the Authority would like him to and, well, that just wasn’t the most pleasant realization for him, now was it? Granted, Bray knew good and well that these sorts of realizations could be catastrophic...or eye-opening in just the right way.

He was hoping for the latter. 

“Well...they must have a reason to doubt you...” he suggests at first, stating this merely for the point of generalizing the subject at hand; everyone doubts. Everyone is doubted. it’s just how the world operates. “...but you must have a reason to doubt them.” his words come to a sudden, grinding halt then. This is an important point.

“They’ve set you up to fail, son.” he continues, as if he never stopped. “They wanted to embarrass you, to degrade you and dehumanize you in front of everyone...” he pauses again, his anger (no matter how falsified or true it may be) threatening to get the best of him. A moment later, he continues, this time much calmer, quieter, as if the idea of revenge is meant to be a secret. “...the world is a cruel place, now isn’t, friend?” 

If I suddenly stop responding to a thread or an ask:

It’s most likely:

Not because:

PLEASE remember that you are NOT a nuisance. Just because I don’t reply to messages, asks, or threads at the time; it doesn’t mean I hate you. It just means I’m taking care of other things and am waiting as well to get back to you!