There Is Two-fold Silence-sea And Shore-body And Soul.One Dwells In Lonely Places, Newly With Grass O'ergrown;

I'm praying

May the 10 of Pentacles bless your account with more money than you can spend. 💵✨

Please, save a life instead of ignoring one.

I’ve seen a lot of posts on my dash tonight about users who are threatening suicide, with other Tumblr members posting in effort to try to get ahold of them. I think you all should see this:

IF THERE IS EVER A TUMBLR USER WHO HAS POSTED A GOOD-BYE MESSAGE, SUICIDE NOTE, VIDEO, OR ANYTHING OF THE SORT, PLEASE FOLLOW THIS POST.

1. Scroll to the top of your dashboard.

2. See the circular question mark icon at the top? It’s the third one over from your home symbol. Click on that, and a screen similar to the one in the picture will come up.

3. Where you can type in questions, the box with the magnifying glass at the top, type in the word “suicide.”

4. Click on the first link that shows up. It should say, “Pass the URL of the blog on to us.”

5. Type in the user’s URL and tell Tumblr admin that the user is contemplating suicide and has posted a message indicating that they are going through with it or will be attempting. Hit send! Tumblr administration will perform a number of actions to contact the user and take the necessary steps to prevent the suicide.

TUMBLR: THIS COULD SAVE A USER’S LIFE. PLEASE DO NOT IGNORE SUICIDE THREATS.

Reblog this to keep other users aware. Suicide isn’t a joke, and neither is someone’s life. If you didn’t know this, someone else may not, either. Pass it on.

When you remember how much you love a character you hadn’t thought about in a while

Technically it was just rum but tagging is complicated for me.

Put yours in the tags.

Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.

Leonardo da Vinci

REBLOG IF YOU ARE PART OF THE PLANET OF THE APES FANDOM

(Think we need a new headcount.)

What's the price?

What must I do?

No, you don't understand

I must have a worth to be kept

Don't I?

Is my sacrifices, not the price?

Is my tomfoolery not enough for the cent?

Is my assistance sparse and irrelevant?

I have to beseech you to speak

For the person you did a deed for is the one meant to speak praise so I'll keep my head down till you sing

Forgive my racing heart and mind

I'm terrified

Please, I beg of thee

Do not abandon me

Tell me quick

What's the price to keep you near me?

For you to forgive and not flee me

For the harsh words to be more of a breeze

You tell me to do for myself

But I have debts to pay to you and seemingly everybody

Please don't throw me away

I know not how to be irreplaceable

I learned young I am

Please, don't give up on me

Don't toss me aside because I'm troublesome

I swear I'm worth my salt

So, what's the price?

A cool thing about writing is that the better you get at it, the more you're aware of what you want out of it, which means it gets harder, which means you actually feel like you're getting worse.

And by "cool thing," I mean "what the fuck, man"

– Sam Sykes

Behold, Skyrim.