incoherent thoughts

(Literature) quotes, books and art, with a wee bit of fandom stuff mixed in (Sherlock, Doctor Who, Firefly, Supernatural, Cabin Pressure and oh so many more)


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Reblogged from aseaofquotes
aseaofquotes:

Charles Bukowski, “A Poet in New York”

aseaofquotes:

Charles Bukowski, “A Poet in New York”

Reblogged from notgoodwolf

paralol:

i love how at the end he nods his head encouragingly like 

‘i fucking nailed that, i am merida, now talk’ 

(Source: notgoodwolf, via an-endless-secret)

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pauliporcupine:

At some point in your life, this phrase was relevant.

pauliporcupine:

At some point in your life, this phrase was relevant.

(via charlottedsweb)

Reblogged from cinderellainrubbershoes
That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong. F.Scott Fitzgerald (via cinderellainrubbershoes)

(via bookporn)

Reblogged from aseaofquotes
aseaofquotes:

Stephanie Perkins, Lola and the Boy Next Door

aseaofquotes:

Stephanie Perkins, Lola and the Boy Next Door

Reblogged from karmaplus

karmaplus:

Our story is the story of the universe. Every piece of everyone, of everything you love and everything you hate, of the thing you hold most precious, was assembled by the forces of nature in the first few minutes of the life of the universe, transformed in the hearts of the stars or created in their fiery deaths.

And when you die, those pieces will be returned to the universe in the endless cycle of death and rebirth. What a wonderful thing it is to be part of that universe. And what a story, what a majestic story.

Professor Brian Cox, Wonders of the Universe.

(via darkthestars)

Reblogged from bookgeekconfessions

Bars and Books! Does it get better than that?

(via bookporn)

Reblogged from nekedmoose

nekedmoose:

Books are just…sexy.

(via ifreakinlovebooks)

Reblogged from ivycross
Dwarfs were not a naturally religious species, but in a world where pit props could crack without warning and pockets of fire damp could suddenly explode they’d seen the need for gods as the sort of supernatural equivalent of a hard hat. Besides, when you hit your thumb with an eight-pound hammer it’s nice to be able to blaspheme. It takes a very special and strong-minded kind of atheist to jump up and down with their hand clasped under their other armpit and shout, “Oh, random-fluctuations-in-the-space-time-continuum!” or “Aaargh, primitive-and-outmoded-concept on a crutch! ― Terry Pratchett, Men at Arms (via ivycross)

(via fuckyeahterrypratchett)