and i like this quote

after months of military arrest, sassy femshep has no fucks left to give when those dang reapers show up

I will most likely never finish this so take it takeittakeittakeit

It’s hard to say who needs the other more.  The sun, or the flower?  

It could be argued that the flower needs the sun more.  Without the sun, it would lie dormant, left to die a seed and nothing more.  If it wasn’t for the sun’s gracious rays, nurturing it from the start, coaxing it to break free and reach for the sky, it would be nothing of what it could become.  

But maybe, it is the sun that needs the flower more.  For what is the sun, if it has no purpose, no reason to rise it’s head every day?  What reason would it have to loyally rule the sky, if nothing reached back for it?  What is the sense in loving, if nothing loves you back?

Maybe in the end, they need each other with the same ferocity.  Perhaps, that’s how the sunflower came to be.

—  A History of Reasons | KE

Scan - George Harrison, “high water in Hawaii, 1978. Family collection.” Scanned from I Me Mine. Previously posted at thateventuality here.

Photo © Harrison Family

“Well, I am two-faced. But really, things serious and comical are like night and day, black and white, yin and yang. In order to be comical, you have to be serious. You can’t have one without the other. The world is a very serious and, at times, very sad place - but at other times it is all such a joke.” - George Harrison [x]


Future generations will scarce remember those who perish tonight, and history will acclaim the greatness of Tutankhamun for saving the lives of so many.


“As time passes, the day will come when everything will fade to memories. But those miraculous days, when you and I, along with everyone else, searched together for just that one thing, will continue revolving forever somewhere deep in my heart, as my bittersweet memory.” 

-Hachimitsu to Kuroba (Honey and Clover)


                                               voice cracks 

                                     ❛   You’re STÜPID !  

How Shelob came there, flying from ruin, no tale tells, for out of the Dark Years few tales have come. But still she was there, one who was there before Sauron, and before the first stone of Barad-dûr; and she served none but herself, drinking the blood of Elves and Men, gloated and grown fat with endless brooding on her feasts, weaving webs of shadow; for all living things were her food, and her vomit darkness.

J. R. R. Tolkien, The Two Towers

Look no further than the source material for inspiration for Terrifying Tolkien Week.  👻 👻 👻