Somehow, me and my dogs ended up going by the same nicknames. Which ended up being quite a few
I carry a lamp
inside me. When it’s on,
flames lick my ribs
but when it’s off, I wonder
what feeds my flickering
(via andlohespoke)    
Science fiction can, and should, be about reimagining social possibilities, not just blowing shit up in space; however, if you can reimagine social possibilities while blowing shit up in space, I am all for that.


Anthropology, University of Pennsylvania

Nobody ever gets what they want when it comes to love.
Scott Turow    
I like the stars. It’s the illusion of permanence, I think. I mean, they’re always flaring up and caving in and going out. But from here, I can pretend… I can pretend that things last. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments. Gods come, and gods go. Mortals flicker and flash and fade. Worlds don’t last; and stars and galaxies are transient, fleeting things that twinkle like fireflies and vanish into cold and dust. But I can pretend.

Neil Gaiman

Destruction, in Sandman #48: “Brief Lives:8”

(via fleurstains)


“You know I love you, right?” The urge to kiss her goodbye was so strong that I almost broke our rules.

She smiled, beautiful and golden in the late morning light. “Not as much as I love you.”

“Oh, man. This is my dream come true: having an ‘I love you more’ debate. Here, I’ll start. I love you more. Your turn.”

Sydney laughed and opened the door. “I’ve taken debate classes. You’d lose to my logic.”

Richelle Mead, The Fiery Heart    
Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.
Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet    
There used to be days that I thought I was okay, or at least that I was going to be. We’d be hanging out somewhere and everything would just fit right and I would think ‘it will be okay if it can just be like this forever’ but of course nothing can ever stay just how it is forever.
Nina LaCour, Hold Still    
Cruelty and fear shake hands together. An unfulfilled vocation drains the color from a man’s entire existence.
Honoré de Balzac    
All monsters are scared. That’s why they’re monsters.
Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane (via galin-a)    
There is the obvious contradiction that feminism often means the refusal to be feminine.
G.K. Chesterton (via confessionsofsomeoneanonymous)