Written in the Attic

It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something.

—J.R.R. Tolkien, The Two Towers (via gillyflowersmaybe)

(Source: thegirlandherbooks, via raising-romulus)

“My name is Lemony Snicket and it is my duty to tell you their tale. No one knows the precise cause of the Baudelaire fire, but just like that, the Baudelaire children became the Baudelaire orphans.”  -A Series of Unfortunate Events (2004)

(Source: emmajstones, via theraggedygirl)

bloodmilk:

paul romano  detail of ‘a sort of cabin anyway’ 

bloodmilk:

paul romano  detail of ‘a sort of cabin anyway’ 

bloodmilk:

belonging to the darkness. sterling silver ring with sparrow claws and inverted black cz. bloodmilk.

bloodmilk:

belonging to the darkness. sterling silver ring with sparrow claws and inverted black cz. bloodmilk.

…because we had survived
sisters and brothers, daughters and sons,
we discovered bones that rose
from the dark earth and sang
as white birds in the trees

Because the story of our life
becomes our life

Because each of us tells
the same story
but tells it differently

and none of us tells it
the same way twice…