smittimjc:

I refuse to blur this mans name, because this is beautiful

[♔] - i was a brother, i was a king.

villainturnedintoapet:

So, magic in one picture

Huge thanks to lokilous who optimized the gif for me :)

icelandwantstobeyourfriend:

Halló, humans from the inter-net. 

This is your friend Iceland, writing to you from … Iceland.

I wanted to tell you that I now have summer. It came last week, when winter left. Some nice humans decided a long time ago that I should only have two official seasons. Now it is a tradition, apparently. 

Here is a little video to remember winter. 

Bless, bless

PURGATORIO, CANTO VI
Antipurgatorio, secondo balzo. Apostrofe di Dante all’Italia e a Firenze.

Ah slavish Italy! thou inn of grief, 
Vessel without a pilot in loud storm, 
Lady no longer of fair provinces, 
But brothel-house impure! this gentle spirit, 
Ev’n from the Pleasant sound of his dear land 
Was prompt to greet a fellow citizen 
With such glad cheer; while now thy living ones 
In thee abide not without war; and one 
Malicious gnaws another, ay of those 
Whom the same wall and the same moat contains, 
Seek, wretched one! around thy sea-coasts wide; 
Then homeward to thy bosom turn, and mark 
If any part of the sweet peace enjoy. 
What boots it, that thy reins Justinian’s hand 
Befitted, if thy saddle be unpress’d? 
Nought doth he now but aggravate thy shame. 
Ah people! thou obedient still shouldst live, 
And in the saddle let thy Caesar sit, 
If well thou marked’st that which God commands

Look how that beast to felness hath relaps’d 
From having lost correction of the spur, 
Since to the bridle thou hast set thine hand, 
O German Albert! who abandon’st her, 
That is grown savage and unmanageable, 
When thou should’st clasp her flanks with forked heels. 
Just judgment from the stars fall on thy blood! 
And be it strange and manifest to all! 
Such as may strike thy successor with dread! 
For that thy sire and thou have suffer’d thus, 
Through greediness of yonder realms detain’d, 
The garden of the empire to run waste. 
Come see the Capulets and Montagues, 
The Philippeschi and Monaldi! man 
Who car’st for nought! those sunk in grief, and these 
With dire suspicion rack’d. Come, cruel one! 
Come and behold the’ oppression of the nobles, 
And mark their injuries: and thou mayst see. 
What safety Santafiore can supply. 
Come and behold thy Rome, who calls on thee, 
Desolate widow! day and night with moans: 
“My Caesar, why dost thou desert my side?”  

Self-harm (SH) or deliberate self-harm (DSH) includes self-injury (SI) and self-poisoning and is defined as the intentional, direct injuring of body tissue.

The motivations for self-harm vary and it may be used to fulfill a number of different functions. 

These functions include self-harm being used as a coping mechanism which provides temporary relief of intense feelings such as anxiety, depression, stress, emotional numbness or a sense of failure or self-loathing and other mental traits including low self-esteem or perfectionism. Self-harm is often associated with a history of trauma and abuse, including emotional and sexual abuse.

Self-harm is not limited to humans. Captive non-human animals, such as birds and monkeys, are also known to participate in self-harming behaviour.

Although the person may not recognise the connection, self-harm often becomes a response to profound and overwhelming emotional pain that cannot be resolved in a more functional way.

Many people who self-harm state that it allows them to “go away” or dissociate, separating the mind from feelings that are causing anguish. This may be achieved by tricking the mind into believing that the present suffering being felt is caused by the self-harm instead of the issues they were facing previously: the physical pain therefore acts as a distraction from the original emotional pain.

Alternatively, self-harm may be a means of feeling something, even if the sensation is unpleasant and painful. Those who self-harm sometimes describe feelings of emptiness or numbness (anhedonia), and physical pain may be a relief from these feelings. A person may be detached from himself or herself, detached from life, numb and unfeeling. They may then recognise the need to function more, or have a desire to feel real again, and a decision is made to create sensation and ‘wake up’.”

Source: Wikipedia 

How can I explain it? It’s very difficult for me. It’s not something I would talk about, yet here I am, struggling to form words in a foreign language to explain something I feel deep, deep inside my mind.
How can I explain it?
It’s like when I listen to Chopin or Schubert. Overflowing blood is probably one of the prettiest things I’ve ever seen.
Still, the thought that someone else - anyone - could come to see these cuts scares me. Because they’re perfect; ruby red on pale skin, almost like a work of art; but they wouldn’t understand it. So, you see, it’s not always true, what they say.
Drawing attention?
Screaming for someone to hear?
Looking for someone to stop this habit?
Bullshit.
Why?
Because these cuts are fucking beautiful. 

Crying wolf.