Maudrelia Finn

Go away.

Sep 29

Sep 27

Sep 26
“What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.”
from The Waste Land by T.S. Eliot (via hermionejg)


Sep 24
upclosefromafar:

~My Hidden Nirvana~

upclosefromafar:

~My Hidden Nirvana~

(via emily-diana-ruth)



animalstalkinginallcaps:

BOY I’M DRANKIN’
I’M SANGIN’ 
ON THE MIC TO MY BOY TOYS
THEN I FILL THE TUB UP HALFWAY THEN RIDE IT WITH MY SERFBORT
SERFBORT
SERFBORT
GRAININ’ ON THAT WOOD
GRAININ’ GRAININ’ ON THAT WOOD

animalstalkinginallcaps:

BOY I’M DRANKIN’

I’M SANGIN’

ON THE MIC TO MY BOY TOYS

THEN I FILL THE TUB UP HALFWAY THEN RIDE IT WITH MY SERFBORT

SERFBORT

SERFBORT

GRAININ’ ON THAT WOOD

GRAININ’ GRAININ’ ON THAT WOOD


mallelis:

before you get into a relationship, be sure to ask yourself

could i retreat into the nearest forest and live off roots and berries instead


Sep 23

(via hermionejg)


reinedescanards:

HERE IT IS!

reinedescanards:

HERE IT IS!

(via pottermoosh)


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