Round 2 on this
Sigur Rós The Rains of Castamere

“Generous tears filled Gabriel’s eyes. He had never felt like that himself towards any woman but he knew that such a feeling must be love. The tears gathered more thickly in his eyes and in the partial darkness he imagined he saw the form of a young man standing under a dripping tree. Other forms were near. His soul had approached that region where dwell the vast hosts of the dead. He was conscious of, but could not apprehend, their wayward and flickering existence. His own identity was fading out into a grey impalpable world: the solid world itself which these dead had one time reared and lived in was dissolving and dwindling.”

— James Joyce - The Dead (via damyshere)
makeart-smokeweed:

Moar ghosts and stuff
humanoidhistory:

The Space Shuttle Endeavour prior to docking with the International Space Station on February 9, 2010.

noctourniquet anyone?
latrish:

Vlad Neri
creativerehab:

Lick #2.