[unchildhood]

MARY OLIVER

Thirst (2006);

original photos and edit

[birthdaylobotomy]

Why are humans here? What is our purpose? Is it for religion, to sing out a holy name and feel loved and cherished by the voice of the unknown universe? Or is to for pleasure? To live wild and fast, drunk and loud. To live life for yourself and nobody else. Maybe for knowledge, to read an endless book and know everything and yet so little. To explore, to see the peaks and valleys and hills and rivers? To love? To find another heart that beats to the same tone yours does? 

For loyalty? To belong to something you truly believe is more important than the moment that is your life? Do you live for others? For nature? For the moon the stars the sea? 

Why are humans here? What is our purpose?

The same questions are asked in the night. They go unanswered, they go unheard. Sing the same song, but listen even better. 

[aethaens]

i think it's a little bit of everything. to live life to the fullest but to know that we are so small in the universe.

that doesn't mean that we are insignificant or that our lives are meaningless. i think it must means that life is for living and for what we make of it.

i don't care if my life doesn't change the universe. i know that I can change people on a personal level and, to me, that's the most exciting thing.

that my tiny little life may not change the universe but it can change someone's world.

[aethaens]

I’ve always loved sunsets. There’s just something about them, y’know? I know they change daily and seasonally and it is impossible to paint them before you see them, but each one is beautiful in its uniqueness. There are the ones that epitomise autumn; the crispness of the air is reflected in the cloudless sky and the soft colours blur into one another with endless grace. A plane glides across the vast expanse and the chemtrails leave love notes in the sky for anyone to see. For anyone to love. The are also those that reflect the chaos that is this world, that reflect the coolness that winter brings, but also the heat and warmth that is shared by those who care. Rolling clouds of bubblegum pink tumble over shrouds of slate; they fade into a fog of midnight blue and they’re so close I can almost touch them. The sun explodes into vivid colour, setting fire to the sky and letting sparks leave their own marks on an already crowded canvas. In my mind I see him leaning down to his love, exploding colour in an attempt to touch her, leaning and stretching and pulling himself apart for his beloved. Beneath my feet, in this bitter winter air, I can feel her heart beating in sync with his, with mine. She is covered in layers of civilisation and buried six feet deep under concrete but she is there. I want to feel her heartbeat under my bare feet but there is more than just concrete between us; there are aeons of hurt and pain and distance that I cannot surmount by myself, nor can he overcome with the distance that separates them. I will just try my best to love her in my own way. I will never love her like he loves her. Again, the sun chases the moon across the sky, again and again and again. She sends flares of flame across the sky, lighting up my life and yet struggling to reach the one who she holds most dear. My heart catches in my throat; they are so close and yet so far. How can it be that their love is so strong and yet so estranged? She tracks and trails her way across the sky, bursting every morning in an attempt to just move closer to the one whom her soul loves. They change, like I do, when the season turns. The sun becomes tired and her attempts to follow become weary. But the moon does not cease. Her love becomes stronger to replace that lost of her beloved. I cannot love like they love; I cannot chase and change and continue on. But I am seeing how I can love another. In those little moments between time, she catches my eye. A smile here, a glance, a touch, a whisper. I am enamoured with her grace and her charm. My heart yearns for more of her and my soul reaches and reaches until I think it will spill out of me. She does not know it but she is so beautiful and my heart aches.

excerpts from a book that i will probably never write but goddamn it i want to

[aethaens]

hiya guys, i’m thinking of putting some of my writing up so watch this space if ur interested :)

[aethaens]

riverdale instagrams - archie and veronica (4/?)

oh archiekins, you’re in it deep this time

[clareyfray]

a new favourite character ☰ moana

“See the light where the sky meets the sea, it calls me. No one knows how far it goes. If the wind in my sail on the sea stays behind me, one day I’ll know”

[anancientheart]

consciously soak in moments. turn them into movies, into stills. don’t ever forget the seconds that make life soft and beautiful. collect them. review them in your dreams.

[collinslily]

Fairytale Moodboard | Rapunzel

Her hair was long, her foot was light, and her eyes were wild. - John Keats

[aethaens]

fml rapunzel is my fave (not just because she's my character for my school's Into The Woods production hahah...)

[aethaens]

game of thrones instagrams - house stark

winter is coming.

[678i0u]

We’re the fricking Guardians of the Galaxy!

[barbarawilson-moved]

chrissy costanza as greek goddesses in music videos, because, let’s be real here; she probably is one.

[aethaens]

SWEET CHEESE AND CRACKERS. THIS IS FABULOUS.

[aethaens]

You have a great blog!

thank you thank you!!! yours is super inspiring and cute !!

[im-rey]

“When I was a kid, I thought Zootopia was this perfect place where everyone got along and anyone could be anything. Turns out, life’s a little bit more complicated than a slogan on a bumper sticker. Real life is messy. We all have limitations. We all make mistakes. Which means, hey, glass half full, we all have a lot in common. And the more we try to understand one another, the more exceptional each of us will be. But we have to try. So no matter what type of animal you are, from the biggest elephant, to our first fox, I implore you: Try. Try to make the world a better place. Look inside yourself and recognize that change starts with you. It starts with me. It starts with all of us.”

[aethaens]

up next?!?!?!????

Who wants to see some The Mortal Instruments, Lady Midnight or The Infernal Devices stuff????? meeeeeee stay tuned for next week when I'm back from holiday and can start some new stuffffff !!!!!

[highfaedaily]

You cannot pick and choose what parts of her to love.

Dorian Havilliard, Heir of Fire by Sarah. J. Maas (via highfaedaily)

[animation-picspam]

Everyone comes to Zootopia, thinking they could be anything they want. But you can’t. You can only be what you are. Sly fox. Dumb bunny.

[aethaens]

COURT OF DREAMS 3/3

RHYSAND

Because when the legends get written, I didn’t want to be remembered for standing on the sidelines. I want my future offspring to know that I was there, and that I fought against her at the end, even if I couldn’t do anything useful.

FEYRE

I was not a pet, not a doll, not an animal. I was a survivor, and I was strong. I would not be weak, or helpless again. I would not, could not be broken.