The Barrovian

"Semper Sursum"

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All that is gold does not glitter, Not all those who wander are lost; The old that is strong does not wither, Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken, A light from the shadows shall spring; Renewed shall be blade that was broken, The crownless again shall be king.

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"Rise, and rise again..."

“Everyone should have themselves regularly overwhelmed by Nature.”

—   George Harrison (via creatingaquietmind)

(via teachingliteracy)

“I have a secret feeling that we’re all Hobbits. Deep down we all want to stay home and feel safe but we all dream about someone knocking on the door and saying ‘come on an adventure and let’s have a fun ride’.”

—   Richard Armitage  (via bellblake)

(Source: bellblake, via theprivatelifeofsherlockholmes)

“He knew that I love you also means I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else.”

I've been off the meds for...

Oh. So long. I'm not even sure now. Months and months.

I've been feeling great. Best I have in years.

I've been feeling really good. But right now, I'm teetering.

It's not a danger night, so no fear there. I'm just sat, feeling a little teary.

I don't know.

I think I'm a bit upset at how everything is going, y'know?

I work for a company I swore (at the age of about six) that I'd never work for. I live in a town that I've been fighting my whole life to get out of.

Today, a parcel arrived. Three posters from a Sheffield artist I came across when I was at Uni. I got them because I thought they'd make me feel better. I'm not sure that they have.

I've found a job at the University which I'm going to put in for. A friend in the city has a room going in her house.

Rented house and notice aside, I could jump up and leave in a heartbeat.

I dunno.

I'm having a sad and I'm listening to Screaming Maldini, who I know from Sheffield, looking at a poster for "the Man of Steel City", and eugh.

I just don't know.

I'm having a sad, but I don't think that it's the kind of sad that throws me into a pit of despair. I think it's a nostalgia sad.

Why am I even thinking that? It IS a nostalgia sad. Definitely a nostalgia sad.

Pull yourself together, Danny; you're a big damn shiny hero.

“A non-writing writer is a monster courting insanity.”

—   Franz Kafka (via jasmine1945)

(Source: omarjsakr, via literatureismyutopia)

You Westerosi are all the same. You sew some beast upon a scrap of silk, and suddenly you are all lions or dragons or eagles.

(Source: remusjohnslupin, via remusjohnslupin)

“You are not designed for everyone to like you.”

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(via deionpage)

This should be our least concern but somehow it became our greatest.

(via lisarcharles)

(Source: hedonistpoet, via explorblr)

This is me, on the right, at the Lorien Trust LARP Gathering. My character’s name is Wyndrake Winterheart. He’s awesome.