thanks for the adventure

i’m just a man but i know that i’m damned. all the dead seem to know where i am, till it began on the night of my birth. we’ll be done in a turn of the e a r t h. lie where i land let my bones turn to sand. i was born on the lake and i don’t want to leave. every eye on the coast ever more will remember the sight of the ghost on the shore.

[kim-jisoo]

Do you ever feel weird? Weird? Yeah. Sometimes I feel like I’m always on the outside. What do you mean? Like tonight, you know… I was at that party and it was fun, but… it kinda felt like I was watching it from across the room.

[carl-fredricksen-blog1]

( darlingxwendy )

       ❝ ˛✦ ⊰ WHEN CARL OPENED the door, wendy’s smile automatically grew across her features and she waved at him in excitement. “ mrs. fredricksen. “, she greeted him in return, the smile never once fading. stepping inside of his home when he invited her in, the brunette replied to his comment with mild excitement still in her voice: “ oh i love tea. “, and she looked over her shoulder at the man to throw him a kind smile. “ if it’s no bother, then i’d love some. “, wendy continued with a nod.

one thing carl truly admired about wendy was how polite she was. it made her seem older, wiser than she was. she didn’t act her age, which is something he enjoyed. she certainly wouldn’t be welcome in his and ellie’s home if she didn’t deserve to be there. “not a bother, no worries.” he reassured gently. “make yourself comfortable, i’ll pour you a cup and bring it over.” he suggested, motioning for her to take a seat in the living room while he exited to the kitchen, returning moments later with two mugs in his hand, the strings of each tea bag hanging carefully over the edge.

[carl-fredricksen-blog1]

( violctpvrr )

“i will,” she nodded softly returning the smile, it was nice to see him smile, even if it was for a moment. it was slightly ironic, neither of them were exactly the most social, yet violet liked his presence. sometimes silence was a good thing. she knew carl wasn’t exactly the way he used to be, but at times she could see the man try and she appreciated it. “it’s been a while, i’m sorry i haven’t come around before” when was the last time she did? truth was, she didn’t want to bother him, even when he’d say otherwise.. “if you don’t mind?” the implication violet had anything to do was amusing, so as he invited her to stay she agreed. 

carl felt as though violet understood him in a way. she’d lost ellie too, and maybe it wasn’t because of the loss, but she was quiet and she was kind, both of which were qualities that carl deeply appreciated in a person. she would be one of the very last people still welcome in carl and ellie’s home whenever she pleased. “it’s okay, really.” carl truly didn’t mind. sure, the loneliness got to him but it’s not like he expected violet to make time out of her week to come and see him. "of course not.” he said politely, shutting the door behind her. he motioned for her to follow him into the kitchen, where she could sit while he made them a cup of tea. his kettle was already sitting on the stove, it simply needed to be refilled and boiled, which he made quick work of. “how have you been?” he asked conversationally as he set the kettle back onto the stove.

[carl-fredricksen-blog1]

Air travel or sea travel?

“air travel. it’s much more efficient.”

[carl-fredricksen-blog1]

Grape or orange soda?

“grape.”

[carl-fredricksen-blog1]

( lifeinplasticken )

“I mean, I couldn’t disagree with you more. What good would it do me to spend a good chunk of money on renovating your house for free? It just doesn’t make any sense to me.” Ken politely combated quietly. The last thing he needed was full-on argument with the man he was trying to win over. “…Maybe.” Ken admitted, fidgeting with one of the metal buttons nervously. Everything felt so judge-y with Carl. “Fine, maybe not cry, given if it’s a splat here and there. But, a full on spill? I’d be a little bummed out.” Ken explained for somewhat gleefully following the other man into the very outdated looking house. It was incredibly charming, but it had the possibility of being so much more! And yet he stayed put in the parlor, trying to dissect every detail of Carl’s life from the room around him. “Thank you,” He murmured kindly before taking the glass from him. “I take it, then, that you haven’t touched a thing in here since, hm?” Ken asked, again, rather quietly. It felt oddly disrespectful to be his usual loud and boisterous self around Carl in his most sacred house. “I gotta say…the more I look at it…the more charming I find it.”

carl ignored ken’s comments. no matter how many years passed, ken was not going to lay a finger on his and ellie’s home. there was simply no way to convince carl otherwise. ken was simply too far out, too different for carl to comprehend. they were opposites, in nearly every single way. “it doesn’t matter anyways. you won’t be getting any paint on them here, so i won’t have to deal with you or your tears.” he quickly shut the man down, desperately wishing he could somehow force him to leave without coming across as terribly rude. “no, i haven’t and i don’t plan on it.” carl’s gaze stayed on ken, worried that at a moment’s notice he might start switching things around. “good. it’s charming. so you’ll leave me and our house alone now?”

[feed-your-inbox]

This or That?

Give my muse two things to choose from. They can only pick one! “Both” does not count!

[carl-fredricksen-blog1]

( tnxgled )

“you frown a lot, carl,” she mused, her gaze locked on the trees and how the wind rustled the leaves. “well come on, it’s a beautiful day, how can you be grumpy right now?” rapunzel listened to his words, knowing he was right, she shouldn’t care what other people thought of her but it’s something she was working on. “i’m still trying to work on that. and yes, you do have to stay and the reason is, because it’s an off day, meaning we’re not doing the usual and your routine is something you desperately need to get out of.” she couldn’t help but let out a laugh, the back of her palm covering her lips as she did so. “you indebted to me, i’m honored.”

“yes, i do.” carl agreed simply. “you smile a lot, rapunzel.” he mimicked back to her, glancing at her before his eyes followed hers up towards the trees. “i have plenty of reason to be grumpy.” he didn’t see the world through her eyes. ever since ellie had died, it seemed all the color had been sucked away from his life. instead of the bright greens and blues that should fill the scenery on such a lovely summer day, everything just seemed bland. the sky had a few too many clouds for his liking and the sunlight coming through the trees was too bright for his eyes. “i like my routine.” he muttered, even though he knew it was a lie. he hated his routine. he hated that he’d let himself get stuck in an endless, miserable cycle because carl knew it was the last thing ellie would ever want for him. “i was being sarcastic.” he remarked, sending a glare her way in an attempt to put a stop to her laughter. 

[carl-fredricksen-blog1]

( droplcts )

B didn’t need to be told twice. Immediately, she pulled a small photo album from her bag and flipped through the pages carefully – finally coming across the page where the note was safely stored. She took extreme care with sliding it out of the protective casing, handing it to Carl without a second thought. “Like I said, it was just a thank you card,” she explained, “but you start realizing the importance of the little things when someone passes. I’m just glad I can give you something else to remember her by. I may not be an expert on love, but I could tell what you two had was the real deal. She’d want you to have this, not me.”

carl took the card gently in his hands, as if it would turn to dust at the slightest press. every new little thing he’d found over the past two years had brought her back to him, even momentarily. he thought he’d run out of things of ellie’s to discover and cherish, but there was one more. his eyes were only torn from her handwriting on the outside of the thank you note when she spoke again. “no, it’s more than that. thank you.” his voice had a sort of life to it, much more than what most got to hear from him nowadays. “it means the world to me.” he said quietly, he wanted to say more but he didn’t know how, couldn’t quite formulate the words he wanted to say. “i don’t mean to be rude.” carl said quickly, stepping away from the doorway that he so often guarded. “if you want to, you can come in.” 

[evnpeters]

[as-seen-on-disney]

Favourite Disney&Pixar couple: The Fredricksens the early years / a lifetime of happiness

[saragorn]

[alyciajazmin]

#mood

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I’m not too gone to be healed, am I? I’m not too gone  am I?

Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; “In The Pines,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[gayokay]

[infpisme]

I have this strange feeling that I’m not myself anymore. It’s hard to put into words, but I guess it’s like I was fast asleep, and someone came, disassembled me, and hurriedly put me back together again. That sort of feeling.

Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via

infpisme

)

[danwilds]

broods // we had everything