I have a mighty need.

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Stephen, his blood wooed by grace of language and gesture, blushed.
James Joyce, Ulysses, 7.776 (via thelittleredsparrow)

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lokissocks:

Headcanon that Horatio, Benvolio and Aufidius start a ‘my boyfriend died in my arms’ club

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likeafieldmouse:

Francis Bacon - Three Studies for a Portrait of George Dyer (1964)

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rickenstark:

because you’re a lannister: probably the contents of tywin’s ipod.

the rains of castamere - the national | rains of castamere - malukah | the rains of castamere - karliene | the rains of castamere (dronelife cover) - irisarri | the rains of castamere (red wedding edition) (cover) - dan becker | the rains of castamere - major revan | the rains of castamere - alannamatty | father figure - george michael
[listen]

rickenstark:

because you’re a lannister: probably the contents of tywin’s ipod.

the rains of castamere - the national | rains of castamere - malukah | the rains of castamere - karliene | the rains of castamere (dronelife cover) - irisarri | the rains of castamere (red wedding edition) (cover) - dan becker | the rains of castamere - major revan | the rains of castamere - alannamatty | father figure - george michael

[listen]

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If our current technologies have now made communications between and among each other virtually instantaneous, they have also all but eliminated our sense of physical presence; even our voices are mediated by screens and machines. Disembodied, we float on a sea of words and images.
Ann Lauterbach, The Night Sky: Writings on the Poetics of Experience (italics mine)