David Jones's Blog, page 1314

"Do, or do not. There is no try."

“Do, or do not. There is no try.”

- Yoda.

"We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by thinking about everything. Think...."

“We are dying from overthinking. We are slowly killing ourselves by thinking about everything. Think. Think. Think. You can never trust the human mind anyway. It’s a death trap.”

- Anthony Hopkins (via pfelps)

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jonnovstheinternet:

Life within death.

Physalis alkekengi, or the Chinese/Japanese Lantern, blooms during Winter and dries during Spring. Once it is dried, the bright red fruit is seen. The outer cover is a thin mesh that held the flower petals, seen in golden brown colour.

Hi David, I am really loving your work! We are trying to get our magazine out there to more writers, do you have any tips on how we can go around doing this? Keep up the great work! - Luke

Hi - thanks! I’m glad you like my work :) Getting anything “out there” and distributed widely is the most difficult aspect of any endeavour, novels, magazines, anything, but perhaps I have a bit of advise so I hope I can be at least a little helpful. I think networks like Twitter, Facebook and Tumblr are the best - they allow you to connect with lots of people who will have the same interest, which seems as though it is especially important for a magazine. I would say, hashtag EVERYTHING on T...

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i-say-no-to-status-quo:

darlingsofthestage:

#favourite professor #favourite literary character #favourite woman #favourite everything

i forgot how much i love her sassy attitude in those sort of bitch fights with Umbridge.

Haiku on a Winter Moon

Lonely winter moon

Pristine in the icy sky

Freezes memory.

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The Hunt at Saditz

The principality of Saditz is, in the main, a wooded territory, covered almost entirely by forest. Thus my progress was slow, for its roads were myriad and winding, lost in the shadows of the woodland. Many times, I suspected I had crossed my own path, looped over my course and utterly lost my way amongst the shades, for the landscape is an obscure place, prone to mists and fogs which, sheltered from the sun, cling as wraiths about the tree trunks. Perpetual twilight hangs uneasily amongst th...

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