Posted 1 week ago
…There is a part of me that wonders what it’s like to be someone else, to be somewhere else, in another life. Would I be happy? Content? Lost? Would I lose me, or would I still be me, just in another body and another space? It is said that it is our inner workings that make us who we are, not the shell that surrounds us or the space we inhabit, yet those things are uniquely us too surely. At least to an extent. The objects in this space were put there by me [and my husband, yes, but the point stands that a lot of this is my choice]. Yet I look around me and it’s not how I would choose to decorate should I have my way. I am not where I want to be, nor doing what I truly want to do. I blame money, or lack thereof, but is that really the cause and effect game or is it something in me that has prevented what I want. Am I my own worst enemy? Am I sabotaging myself? I feel like perhaps I am…
Posted 1 week ago
Why was it, I wondered, that I was most passionate talking about books I had loved? In the dream it was easy. Those books honored me; those books changed me. Alone, the greatest writers would sit with me and, in their own voices, tell me everything there was to know about the world.
Tom Wingo in The Prince of Tides by Pat Conroy (via prettybooks)
Posted 1 week ago
“Why would you partner me with someone so good? I’m not prepared for that. I mean, how could I be when I learned the pas de deux basics with a crap partner?”
Don’t care what anyone says. Fucking INCREDIBLE scene.
(Source: mulvoytens)
Posted 1 week ago
oh dance academy, how you toy with my fragile emotions.
Posted 1 month ago
Sophie: Did you use your magic to make this?
Howl: Only a little, just to help the flowers grow.
(Source: sephirona)
Posted 1 month ago
… I need to see Juliet’s sudden singoff performance from The Voice tonight! (I’m in Australia and don’t have it.) Anyone who can link me when it’s uploaded, I will love you forever!!
Posted 1 month ago
Who has never killed an hour? Not casually or without thought, but carefully: a premeditated murder of minutes. The violence comes from a combination of giving up, not caring, and a resignation that getting past it is all you can hope to accomplish. So you kill the hour. You do not work, you do not read, you do not daydream. If you sleep it is not because you need to sleep. And when at last it is over, there is no evidence: no weapon, no blood, and no body. The only clue might be the shadows beneath your eyes or a terribly thin line near the corner of your mouth indicating something has been suffered, that in the privacy of your life you have lost something and the loss is too empty to share.
Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via mirroir)
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ Cor, Celeste, Cassia, Caelen (and used to be Carter and Charlie) Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ(Clearly, C = win)
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The most complex things are the simplest ~ Agni Celeste
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