Jungles of Terror Temples of Blood

These are the times that try men's souls. The summer soldier and sunshine patriot will in this crisis shrink from the service of his tumblr. But he who stands it now deserves the love and thanks of friend and anon. Tyranny, like unfollowing, is not easily conquered... yet we have this consolation with us: what we reblog too easily, we esteem too lightly--'tis dearness alone that gives everything its value.
jcaramba:

"I never asked to be a hero."
Moon Knight vol.3 #1. Words by Charlie Huston. Art by David Finch, Danny Miki & Frank D’Armata

jcaramba:

"I never asked to be a hero."

Moon Knight vol.3 #1. Words by Charlie Huston. Art by David Finch, Danny Miki & Frank D’Armata

(via minicules)

i dreamed i was back in Geneva
and all the apartment buildings were cracked apart by immense oak trees, vines, and ivy, and I was alone, searching the dogpark across from where I lived (which had not changed) and the labyrinthine neighborhood Les Grottes (whose pillars had mirrors hammered into them ), and Mount Saleve loomed over me wherever I went, taller than the sun.
I felt like I was being bullied by the city, somehow. I can’t remember what I was trying to find. Whatever it was, it wasn’t in Geneva.

i dreamed i was back in Geneva

and all the apartment buildings were cracked apart by immense oak trees, vines, and ivy, and I was alone, searching the dogpark across from where I lived (which had not changed) and the labyrinthine neighborhood Les Grottes (whose pillars had mirrors hammered into them ), and Mount Saleve loomed over me wherever I went, taller than the sun.

I felt like I was being bullied by the city, somehow. I can’t remember what I was trying to find. Whatever it was, it wasn’t in Geneva.