SHERLOCK: These are magnificent creatures. Clyde will likely outlive both of us. You didn’t really think I would eat him, did you?

JOAN: I don’t know. I guess it’s hard to know what you’re going to do.



I have never read a John Green novel.

But I would care a lot more about critiques of him if any of the people I’ve seen shitting on him had actually read a John Green novel either.

Or pretty much anything that has ever come out of his mouth.

It’s really disgusting that people accuse John Green, a writer with clinical depression and anxiety to the point of it being very disabling at different times of his life, as someone who might romanticize and encourage teen suicide.

As an aside, I love his self awareness about his own writing. That shit is hard to do.

On the existence of his crash course videos alone, which provide free, accessible, consistent, intersectional, and quality higher level education to anyone with an internet connection (which is a fucking revolutionary concept and execution and should not be treated lightly) I am forever a fan of this man.

I’m still going through his books and his videos, and I’m still learning about him, but one thing that I can for sure tell you is that he is a very self-conscious writer and he actively strives to be a better human being and author. Which is so wonderful because he also encourages that in his viewers and his readers. He understands his position as not only a white, male author, but also as a person with a lot of power on the internet. And he does his best to use that power for other people. 

To think that he’s doing this in the face of external antagonism while dealing with the internal is just so heroic and amazing.

"Yes, I wrote my daughter a letter. And that bastard that made me call him Father took pieces of it, that only Allison would know were from me, and used it to manipulate her, to turn her into something she was never supposed to be. I never wanted her to become me. And it got her killed. I will find that man, and I will kill him. Even if I have to come back from the grave."
Eaddy Mays (as Victoria Argent)’s very powerful answer to the question of whether or not Victoria actually wrote the letter to Allison (via wolftraps)
"Sophie, the girl, is given a spell and transformed into an old woman. It would be a lie to say that turning young again would mean living happily ever after. I didn’t want to say that. I didn’t want to make it seem like turning old was such a bad thing — the idea was that maybe she’ll have learned something by being old for a while, and, when she is actually old, make a better grandma. Anyway, as Sophie gets older, she gets more pep. And she says what’s on her mind. She is transformed from a shy, mousy little girl to a blunt, honest woman. It’s not a motif you see often, and, especially with an old woman taking up the whole screen, it’s a big theatrical risk. But it’s a delusion that being young means you’re happy."

Hayao Miyazaki, on what attracted him to Howl’s Moving Castle

The Auteur of Anime by Margaret Talbot: “The New Yorker” (January 17th, 2005) 

(via m-azing)

"Maybe 'okay' will be our 'always'."






“this leaves men confused and unable to pigeonhole you. What they are forced to do instead is… take you seriously.”

Reblog every time

Whoever wrote this dialogue is a freakin’ genius

What is this from?

did some research and it’s from “Syrup,” which looks to be a movie that came out this year. also it’s on netflix. 

Reblogging again

"It had never occurred to me that our lives, which have been so closely interwoven, could unravel with such speed. If I’d known, maybe I’d have kept tighter hold of them and not let unseen tides pull us apart." - Never Let Me Go (2010)

"It had never occurred to me that our lives, which have been so closely interwoven, could unravel with such speed. If I’d known, maybe I’d have kept tighter hold of them and not let unseen tides pull us apart." - Never Let Me Go (2010)

"When I see this, I see Lydia looking at Malia, the new girl being shown the school, and remembering a certain other new girl on her first day. I see her remembering the first time she saw Allison in the corridor, the first time she talked to her, about a jacket of all things! How trivial that must seem now. How Lydia shallowly proclaimed Allison to be her ‘New Best Friend’, as though she had any idea what it meant to have a best friend. A real one. Someone that wasn’t just a best friend, but a sister. Someone who she went through fire with, someone who was her sister in arms. Someone who held her hand as she went to a loft to meet the man who attacked her before she knew any of this. The same man who had killed Allison’s aunt in front of her very eyes. Yet despite that, The Hunter and The Banshee stood together. That’s what a best friend does. That’s what one is. So no, I don’t see that smile as someone who is getting over the death of someone that was a part of her in ways no one else ever had been before or likely ever would be again. I see it as her picturing the nervous, happy, dimpled young girl who walked that same hall on her very first day.” SOURCE

"He tried to shake me off, but I kept holding on, until he stopped shouting and I felt the fight go out of him. Then I realised he too had his arms around me. And so we stood together like that, at the top of the field, for what seemed like ages, not saying anything, just holding each other, while the wind kept blowing and blowing at us, tugging our clothes, and for a moment, it seemed like we were holding onto each other because that was the only way to stop us being swept away into the night." — Kazuo Ishiguro, Never Let Me Go.

What do the different colors mean?

"Stiles is very frenetic, hyperactive, and he’s always moving. Void Stiles is very still."

A message from allieslookbook
I ask just about everyone this, but when did you really start coming into your own art style? I'm 18 and I still struggle with drawing. It's extremely hard for me to grasp the concept of folds and shading and you do it so perfectly!!! Can you please give me some tips? Thank you <3
A reply from toerning

Hey I’m so sorry it took me forever to get back to you here- I wanted to take the time to actually answer and it sorta got away from me haha.

So something you said really stuck out to me, which is that you think I do fabric folds well.  Without knowing it, I think you just struck on one of the most bizarre parts of this whole art lark: we think we suck at the things other people think we’re good at. 

I constantly rue my folds, and am convinced that I’m bad at conceptualizing fabric volume.  I think what happens is we fixate on this interest, and then we become hyper-aware of it.  Every time someone does a drawing, I bet you study the clothing folds, right?  Me too.  Meanwhile someone who has no interest in drawing fabric wouldn’t even notice. 

So basically, our bar is higher. 

Here’s another part: this heightened interest is usually a good indicator of something you have the potential to be amazing at.  The thing people compliment me most about is my composition, when internally, it’s the thing I feel I’m worst at.  But my heightened awareness means I spend a lot of time thinking about and practicing it, so that even though I’m not measuring up to where I think I ought to be, that’s only because my bar is constantly being raised.

This is sounding pretty downery, but I actually think this is a really cool and good phenomenon.  Our art priorities sort themselves out.  Yours already are- I can see by your blog that you are really into fashion!  Bam!  Of COURSE you’re interested in rendering of fabric folds!  But I bet you’re already actually ahead of your peers there, and you just don’t know it.

Keep following your interests.  That’s all it takes to grow, and that’s all it takes to “come into your own art style.”  I 100% promise.


“The probability of separate worlds meeting is very small. The lure of it is immense. We send starships. We fall in love.”  
- Jeanette Winterson


“The probability of separate worlds meeting is very small. The lure of it is immense. We send starships. We fall in love.”  

- Jeanette Winterson