assiraphales:

I appreciate the way luke skywalker listens to what everyone has to say, takes the 2% he likes, then does proceeds to do whatever the fuck he wants

assiraphales:

I realize there’s a lot of reasons obi let darth vader kill him but my personal favorite to believe is that it was one last personal fuck u. like “oh u have been waiting for this moment for twenty years? u thought this was going to be satisfying? good. I’m going to make it so anticlimactic u have no idea”

anguam:

romcommunist:

“id send you this post but u are dead to me” is such a strange feeling. im retreating to the woods

When you stumble across a meme that perfectly fits the niche of someone you no longer talk to…. like we have parted ways for good reasons but i’m still left with the knowledge that this would make you laugh. What do i do with that

alwaysalreadyangry:

To call the surrounding marshy spaces ‘liminal’ would be to resort to cliché: fenland is not a limit, not an edge, but a swathe of land that is plural, both land and sea at once, and alternately either; it is a palimpsestic landscape, where one thing overlays another. In the Ango-Saxon mind, this contributed to a very fluid idea of ‘desert’: monks sought isolation, equivalent to that of dry sand-deserts, at the northernmost corner of the Christian world, and found it in the gaping skies and uninhabitable marsh of the fens. St Guthlac set out to test his faith on one such fenland island, and found himself tormented by demons and apparitions. Even in their modern, ordered state, the fens retain an aptitude for soupy fog, illusionistic perspective, and shrieking winds. And they froze in winter, turning an impassible marsh into a frosty, mirror-flat rink. Sharpened animal bones allowed feet and belongings to glide for miles, and so fringe-towns and fen-islands became accessible.

Skater’s Meadow, Robert Hawkins (http://www.theinklingmag.com/fields-buildings/skaters-meadow)