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but first and foremost:
A witch ought never to be frightened in the darkest forest, Granny Weatherwax had once told her, because she should be sure in her soul that the most terrifying thing in the forest was her.
(via coerulescens)
Since the kiwi has no tail, no wings, and no obvious color patches, and is a nocturnal bird, one wonders how the male attracts the attention of the female. Evidently the males lie on their backs and kick their feet in the air, then proceed to roll down a bank. Along with human children and this writer, female kiwis find it irresistible.
Altruistic Armadillos, Zenlike Zebras, by Jeffrey Moussaieff Masson (via thebirdnotthefruit)
“then proceed to roll down a bank”
oh my god
“All of us will die someday.”
“All the other days we won’t.”
(Source: hallkaftenlampjavel, via citydin)
Vincent and the Doctor- Doctor Who
So is that how it works, Doctor? You never interfere in the affairs of other peoples or planets…. Unless there’s children crying?
It was so strange. Not the morphing. I mean, yes, the morphing, but that’s not what I meant. What was strange was that you know you can be scared of something, then you go ahead and do it, so the next time you’re not as scared? Like the fear wears off, becomes weaker?
That’s the normal way for things to be. Only it wasn’t that way for me. I had now morphed to owl. And I had demorphed. So it should be easier for me now, right? Plus, I’d done it, like, hundreds of times: bear, fly, whale, flea…I had all those memories, perfectly preserved. I knew…I mean, I knew that had been me doing all those things. So why should I be so scared?
But I was. The fear was untouched. Undiminished. Not one iota less powerful. It was like the part of my brain that was capable of thinking, Hey, that wasn’t so bad, was just gone.
[…]
The thought made me very sad. It meant that I was never going to be able to be brave again. Never. Like there was some kind of fear-coping organ and mine had been surgically removed.
Animorphs, Book 32
As annoying as I found Rachel in this book, this quote hit home with the parts of me deeply affected by my anxiety, and that deep-rooted fear not only of what I’m scared of, but also that I will never be able to learn how to cope with my irrational fears.
I’m afraid I’m not very good with people. I’m alright with animals but people…I’m…not very good with.
You know, when I was a kid I had this ritual. I closed my eyes before I walked into my room, because I thought that one day when I opened them my sister would be there, just lying in bed like nothing ever happened. You know, I’m still walking into that room, every day of my life.
I really don’t know what “I love you” means.
I think it means “Don’t leave me here alone.
(Source: stillbirthed, via ooh-mister-harkness)
It puzzles me how many people still believe ‘friendship’ or at least bonhomie conducted in cyberspace isn’t a valuable form of social contact, but, say, being thrown together at an NCT group, or in halls of residence, or because your desks at work face on to each other, is. Or that anodyne small talk with a neighbour is ‘genuine social stimulation,’ whereas chatting over Twitter with someone 6,000 miles away who loves Top Gun and Jefferson Airplane as much as you do is just lonely, dysfunctional nerds clashing in cyberspace. This, to my mind, is idiotic. It’s time for us all to come out of the closet about our secret internet chums.
(via rattyhugs)
