telapathetic

cmdonovann:

myfavoriteismike:

I want hair as black as my soul but I also want hair like Amy Pond’s hair but I also want hair the color of sunlight but I also want to be brunette but I also want streaks of blue through my normal shade of brown but I also want ringlets but I also want straight hair but I also want waves but I also want tightly coiled frizzy hair but I also want it down to my waist but I also want a pixie cut do you see my dilemma.

I FEEL THAT FEEL DEEP IN MY SOUL MAN

telapathetic

cmdonovann:

myfavoriteismike:

I want hair as black as my soul but I also want hair like Amy Pond’s hair but I also want hair the color of sunlight but I also want to be brunette but I also want streaks of blue through my normal shade of brown but I also want ringlets but I also want straight hair but I also want waves but I also want tightly coiled frizzy hair but I also want it down to my waist but I also want a pixie cut do you see my dilemma.

I FEEL THAT FEEL DEEP IN MY SOUL MAN

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thebrokenheartedthatstillsing:

maxkirin:

"This sentence has five words. Here are five more words. Five-word sentences are fine. But several together become monotonous. Listen to what is happening. The writing is getting boring. The sound of it drones. It’s like a stuck record. The ear demands some variety. Now listen. I vary the sentence length, and I create music. Music. The writing sings. It has a pleasant rhythm, a lilt, a harmony. I use short sentences. And I use sentences of medium length. And sometimes, when I am certain the reader is rested, I will engage him with a sentence of considerable length, a sentence that burns with energy and builds with all the impetus of a crescendo, the roll of the drums, the crash of the cymbals—sounds that say listen to this, it is important.” - Gary Provost

Reading this was so satisfying woah

feellng
I must not fear. Fear is the mind-killer. Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will permit it to pass over me and through me. And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
Frank HerbertDune (via feellng)