That's The Thing.

Noise is Noise. It's crash and clatter and it usually adds up to one big mash of sound and thought and picture and half the time it's impossible to make any sense of it at all. It's what's true and what's imagined and what's fantasized and it says one thing and a completely opposite thing at the same time and even tho the truth is definitely in there, how can you tell what's true and what's not when yer getting everything?

Bit like Tumblr, really.
I'm Laura.
Welcome to my Noise.
I laugh at him. It’s funny.
And then I hear a little laugh that ain’t my own.
I look over. The girl is standing by her tree, watching the giant bird chase around my stupid dog, and she’s laughing.
She’s smiling.
She sees me looking and she stops.
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Food? says the cassor and starts slowly walking off into the swamp, as if we’re no longer ever as interesting as a leaf.
“Get! Get!” Manchee barks after it, but not following. I wipe the slime from my face with my sleeve and I can see the girl smiling at me while I do it.
“Think that’s funny, do ya?” I say and she keeps pretending like she’s not smiling but she is. She turns away and picks up her pack.
“Yeah,” I say, taking charge of things again. “We slept way too long. We gotta go.”
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angelheadedhunter:

"Cuz as me the almost-man looks up into that town, I can hear the 146 men who remain. I can hear every ruddy last one of them. Their Noise washes down the hill like a flood let loose right at me, like a fire, like a monster the size of the sky cuz there’s nowhere to run." -The Knife of Never Letting Go

angelheadedhunter:

"Cuz as me the almost-man looks up into that town, I can hear the 146 men who remain. I can hear every ruddy last one of them. Their Noise washes down the hill like a flood let loose right at me, like a fire, like a monster the size of the sky cuz there’s nowhere to run." -The Knife of Never Letting Go

chaoswalks:

Viola for Liz! 

sleepwalker-kiro:

I still can’t paint. Or draw hands. And proper male anatomy. Whatever. 

Todd & Viola from Chaos Walking by Patrick Ness

sassiejaeger:

I can’t draw anything on paper…

fellicityworthington:

"whats the most stressful thing you can imagine"

having to wait a year after each chaos walking book

boumeau:

Chaos Walking by Patrick Ness

“War makes monsters of men, you once said to me Todd. Well, so does too much knowledge. Too much knowledge of your fellow man, too much knowledge of his weakness, his pathetic greed and vanity, and how laughably easy it is to control him.”

crini-allaboutbooks:

Those very rare moments when Todd makes you laugh

Asker Anonymous Asks:
um where does it suggest that Ben and Cillian were more than co-parents¿? i'm so curious tbh because i don't get how you could think they're together like maybe you could explain because you're the overlord of the billian feels, so...?
yournoisekeepsmeawake yournoisekeepsmeawake Said:

cillianandben:

okay sure!!! this is mainly going to be under a cut because it just keeps getting longer and longer with smaller billian things that make me cry but if you just wanted confirmation it was canon then

first of all let’s just start with

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theknifeofneverlettinggo:

the knife of never letting go / page thirty-five

this quote is ofc adorable but it also becomes really interesting when we think about how when Ben came back, Todd effectively choose him over the Mayor, and the effects that had for Todd, bc of the different ways each infulenced him, and how it impacted upon the Mayor and his choices ooooh

@Patrick_Ness: Okay, people, seriously:

Dogs in stories = not real dogs (x)

@aceachilleus: i see your point but also:

pain in stories = real life pain (x)

(via mrpness)

inkslingerbooks:

Just found this picture we took of a package sent to the office for Patrick Ness a while back. Noise drawn all over it. AMAZING!

keep-calling-for-me-viola:

I finally got around to reading the Chaos Walking short stories and it was probably the second worst decision of my life. The absolute worst decision of my life was reading those damn books in the first place.

I cannot handle this damn series.

The crocs took his left ear and a long strip of flesh with it going right down his left cheek. You can see his teeth through the gash and its causing his left eye to bulge forward like his head’s been caught in mid-explosion. There are other gashes on his chin and neck and his clothes are torn and there’s blood practically everywhere and I can even see a croc tooth sticking out of a fleshy tear on his shoulder.
description of aaron - page seventy seven / the knife of never letting go (via theknifeofneverlettinggo)