What do you Hear? ...Nothing but the rain



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"Then grab your gun and bring in the cat"
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oh heeeeeeey, I has this. yup <3

oh heeeeeeey, I has this. yup <3

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11:21 am, reblogged from Sharktooth by rhiannonds2,334 notes

I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.

Anais Nin (via retrojapan)

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Vegemite (The Black Death) - Amanda Palmer

11:12 am, by rhiannonds3 notes

I don’t know what God is.
I don’t know what death is.

But I believe they have between them
some fervent and necessary arrangement.



Sometimes
melancholy leaves me breathless.



Instructions for living a life:
Pay attention.
Be astonished.
Tell about it.
Mary Oliver, excerpts from “Sometimes” in Red Bird: Poems (via proustitute)


Oldelaf & Mr D, Le Cafe : English Subs (by hero3bash

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if anything….this was me when I had class on staurdays

09:51 pm, by rhiannonds2 notes

We must all get our hearts broken sometimes. This is a good sign, having a broken heart. It means we have tried for something.
‘Eat Pray Love’ by Elizabeth Gilbert (via quote-book)

11:22 am, reblogged from Quote Book: by rhiannonds6,148 notes

Is there anything, apart from a really good chocolate cream pie and receiving a large unexpected cheque in the post, to beat finding yourself at large in a foreign city on a fair spring evening, loafing along unfamiliar streets in the long shadows of a lazy sunset, pausing to gaze in shop windows or at some church or lovely square or tranquil stretch of quayside, hesitating at street corners to decide whether that cheerful and homy restaurant you will remember fondly for years is likely to lie down this street or that one? I just love it. I could spend my life arriving each evening in a new city.
Bill Bryson (via thresca)

11:05 am, reblogged from Quote Book: by rhiannonds912 notes

From the backstabbing co-worker to the meddling sister-in-law, you are in charge of how you react to the people and events in your life. You can either give negativity power over your life or you can choose happiness instead. Take control and choose to focus on what is important in your life. Those who cannot live fully often become destroyers of life.

Anaïs Nin (via constantflux)

hmm… how apropos


02:12 pm, reblogged from Quote Book: by rhiannonds917 notes

I know that a lot of what I’m listing here seems like it’s outside of the “nerd world” and part of the wider pop culture. Well, I’ve got news for you—pop culture is nerd culture. The fans of Real Housewives of Hoboken watch, discuss, and absorb their show the same way a geek watched Dark Shadows or obsessed over his eighth-level half-elf ranger character in Dungeons & Dragons. It’s the method of consumption, not what’s on the plate.


Eventually it comes to you, the thing that makes you exceptional, if you are at all, is inevitably that which must also make you lonely.
Lorraine Hansberry (via awritersruminations)

11:36 am, reblogged from Quote Book: by rhiannonds916 notes

What has gone on in your own brain and its consciousness over your lifetime is not repeatable, ever—not with identical twins, not even with conjoined twins. Each brain is exposed to different circumstances. It’s very likely that your brain is unique in the history of the universe.


I don’t want to be married just to be married. I can’t think of anything lonelier than spending the rest of my life with someone I can’t talk to, or worse, someone I can’t be silent with.
Mary Ann Shaffer (via kari-shma)

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11:10 am, reblogged from Quote Book: by rhiannonds3,065 notes

I believe in the lust of the flesh and the souls incurable loneliness.
Hjalmar Söderberg, Gertrud (via lunarenigma)

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Creativity requires the courage to let go of certainties.
Erich Fromm (via nathanielstuart)

08:45 am, reblogged from nathaniel stuart by rhiannonds

The brain may take advice, but not the heart, and love, having no geography, knows no boundaries: weight and sink it deep, no matter, it will rise and find the surface: and why not? Any love is natural and beautiful that lies within a person’s nature; only hypocrites would hold a man responsible for what he loves, emotional illiterates and those of righteous envy, who, in their agitated concern, mistake so frequently the arrow pointing to heaven for the one that leads to hell.
Truman Capote, Other Voices, Other Rooms 
via oceanofmind. (via tobia)

12:28 pm, by rhiannonds