For who could come to love a beast?

Dreams of world domination , giraffes , the occasional porcupine and biryani.Hayao Miyazaki is an incredible human being.

fishslut:

of-the-yellow-ajah:

unbuttonedinawood:

i never thought i’d write the words “deeply evil carpet” but. seriously. what a deeply evil carpet that is.

And what you should do is to put this over an actual trap, like a hole in the floor so people will be like “Oh ha ha ha that’s soooo funny, it’s a rug!” And then fall through it. 

are you satan

fishslut:

of-the-yellow-ajah:

unbuttonedinawood:

i never thought i’d write the words “deeply evil carpet” but. seriously. what a deeply evil carpet that is.

And what you should do is to put this over an actual trap, like a hole in the floor so people will be like “Oh ha ha ha that’s soooo funny, it’s a rug!” And then fall through it. 

are you satan

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middleeasternpoetry:

Protect thou the orphan whose father is dead; brush the mud from his dress, ward all hurt from his head. Thou knowest not how hard his condition must be; when the root has been cut, is there life in the tree? Caress not and kiss not a child of thine own, in the sight of the orphan neglected and alone. If the orphan sheds tears who his grief will assuage? If his temper should fail him who cares for his rage? O see that he weep not, for surely God’s throne doth quake at the orphan’s most pitiful moan! With infinite pity, with tenderest care, wiper the tears from his eyes, brush the dust from his hair. No shield of parental protection his head now shelters; be thou his protector instead. - Saadi

middleeasternpoetry:

Protect thou the orphan whose father is dead; brush the mud from his dress, ward all hurt from his head. Thou knowest not how hard his condition must be; when the root has been cut, is there life in the tree? Caress not and kiss not a child of thine own, in the sight of the orphan neglected and alone. If the orphan sheds tears who his grief will assuage? If his temper should fail him who cares for his rage? O see that he weep not, for surely God’s throne doth quake at the orphan’s most pitiful moan! With infinite pity, with tenderest care, wiper the tears from his eyes, brush the dust from his hair. No shield of parental protection his head now shelters; be thou his protector instead. - Saadi

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and i said to my body. softly. ‘i want to be your friend.’ it took a long breath. and replied, ‘i have been waiting my whole life for this.’

—nayyirah waheed (via glorious—headfuck)

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In Greek, “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound”. It’s a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards and forwards, it takes us to a place where we ache to go again.

—Don Draper, “The Wheel” (via roughest)

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