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an eclectic combination of langblr, language enthusiast, lover of art, painting, summer, literature, culture. Enthusiastic about learning. Can and will reblog anything that sparks my fancy. Still shy around Tumblr, but if you want to chat about languages, do hit up my inbox! Languages: Romanian, English, French (still learning)

[twilightly-blog]

Le Fabuleux Destin d’Amélie Poulain (2001) dir. Jean-Pierre Jeunet

[chicinkdreamer]

I've never watched Amélie, I'll be honest. Bity ive found this gifset this night, when I had finally decided to give up on life, in any and all ways you could imagine, including the...sad, proactive way of ending it. Now I'll give it 48 more hours. I know the urge will pass

But, for the love of anything holy or tender left in this world, I'm hoping my life will change forever in these 48 hours. I don't want to ever feel this sad, this disappointing, this devoid of hope again. I coul take it, but i simply don't want to, not again.

Here's to hoping,to the people that need hope. I'm praying for us all

[mihai-florescu]

Hearing about popular childrens books in the english speaking world is funny. Warrior cats and animorphs werent a thing here but yknow what was? La Medeleni & Cireşarii. The first one is a coming of age series that follows 3 kids as they grow up, and it ends with one of the main characters knowing she has cancer, killing herself 2 days before she was to get engaged to the love of her life. In the epilogue the childhood home they grew up in, that shaped their entire story, is sold, and her brother and childhood friend decide to write the story of their memories to keep her and their past alive that way.

The other series follows a different adventure and mystery in every volume (from exploring caves to castles to the sea) and ends with the main characters discovering the poet Ovid's lost grave. The epilogue still haunts me, of the author speaking directly to the characters as everything is vanishing and turning to black around the streets they had treaded before, the protagonists knowing the end is near as the author puts them to sleep. "What will our friends say? Will you deprive me of them? I am nothing without them. You are cruel, the only one i could never conquer. You of all!" "It's time to part ways, it's late." (...) "Life flows. We are a second of the world's imagination" and then they wish each other a good journey, the end. One of the characters, the author's favorite, struggles even past the ending against the darkness, begging his beloved author to find one more adventure, one more story for them as he's fading away. "If only you knew how much i loved you!" "You're starting again? Can't you understand we're no longer in the book?..."

I want to reread these books soon with a new understanding than what i had when i was 10... what were the classic elementary school books you guys had?^_^

[artbyanca]

If you get this ask, tell us a story from the folklore or mythology of YOUR COUNTRY (e.g. if you are German, tell us a German myth). Then send this ask to ten people! Just want to see more people talking about lesser known myths ;)

Old Romanian songs speak of an unbeatabla general by the name of either Marcoș or Arcoș or Bruiman. After defeating every other general and army in the world he found himself old and with no one else to battle with. So, he decided to challenge Crivăț-the north east wind; the eldest son of Holy Duminică and the strongest and coldest of the 12 winds.

He dressed each of his soldiers with 9 shirts, 9 jackets and 9 coats and gave them all goat skin boots and then marched them to a deep well where the wind was known to rest. The wind heard the marching army and came out of the well to greet the general and ask them what they were doing marching in the dead of winter. Hearing the general's intention he told him to take his army home and come back in July when he is weaker and his soldiers would have some hope of surviving. The general insisted that they can take him there and then because they were well prepared and he had never known defeat.

Crivăț agreed to give him the battle he so desired and spreading his wings he started a heavy rain that soaked everyone through and then he started blowing his icy breath. The rain turned to hail and then snow and destoryed all the fires of the army. Three times the soliders begged for guidence from their genreal so that they might survive the night and the general once told them to make fires with their spear shafts, then to burn a nearby church's benches for warmth and finally to cut open their horses and remove their innards and shelter inside the animals' bellies. Nothing worked and by morning they were all frozen to death.

Sometimes the general begged God to forgive his hubris and the wind breathes life again into the army and they all go home, sometimes the general is turned to stone after refusing to repent, other times the wind speared one man who judges the general unfit for command and kills him.

[tordenvejr]

something very romantic about the intermingling of free will and destiny! you're able to do anything you want, be anywhere you want, with anyone you want, and still your soul knows exactly what core you're made of and is drawn to the map of exactly what makes up your destiny. destiny is just the embrace of your soul's joy, and your soul is always pulling you towards that. you're not forced to walk along the line of your destiny, but it feels so truthful, easy and magnificent when you do

[visenyaism]

all of the suspiciously blonde dragonseed peasants in flea bottom inheriting the haunting prophetic targaryen dragon dreams of the long night and the comet and the death and magical rebirth of the dragons reverberating back from Dany’s miracle but having literally no context for what’s happening so instead of committing summerhall about it they’re just like. ugh had the dream where the bald girl walked out of the fire again🙄 what’s the point

[visenyaism]

most accurate and complete rendition of the azor ahai prophecy experienced by a fifteen year old flea bottom dockworker’s apprentice who died storming the dragonpit. three year old serving girl’s daughter on dragonstone with a deep instinctual fear of wintertime because of the monsters that come with it despite being born in the springtime and never living though winter before. sex worker on the street of silk having visions of exactly how to bring the dragons back but never telling anyone or writing it down because who would want a thing like that. riverlands fisherman with purple eyes who keeps an eye out for rubies in the trident a hundred years too early. gutter prophets. you get it you see the vision

[thenightlymirror]

James Baldwin.

[mysharona1987]

[chicinkdreamer]

When we finished high school and we planned to finally get together properly, in a new city, I was so so young and so so hopeful, so incredibly tender.

I thought we'd do everything together. He'd carry me into his arms and over the step of my university,into my first day of college. We'd stay up late and talk and kiss tipsily. We'd have new friends together. We'd go to the opera. I'd visit his dorm and make friends with his roommates and he'd come take a shower at my place. He'd kiss the inside of my wrist good night. I'd cook him before an awful exam. He'd pick me up with coffee. We'd take interminable walks and see everything this city has to offer. We'd finally get to know each other and grow together and do crazy, youthful, careless, hopeful stuff together. It'd feel like a young fresh dream, and we'd be best friends and lovers and better people through each other.

I thought he loved me more.

Then he didn't get into college in the city we planned to go to- not the college he wanted. He went to another city, far away; picked the second option. All while promising he'd come the next year, have a transfer. Just you wait, I promise. Wait for me.

And I waited. Grew desperate. Grew lonely. Put my life on hold. Hoped every second he'd come. He couldn't, the first year. Then he wouldn't. Then he sort of cheated - crossed the most important boundaries in a desperate sort of open relationship that I begrudgingly agreed to. Then he kept talking to her. Then he broke my heart. And again. And again. Then he went even colder, harsher, busier. Less and less like the boy I used to love. And noe I wonder when and exactly how did he become a stranger. When did my dream life crumble into bone-chilling resentment and disappointment?

How do you outgrown your first love when it's all you ever dared to dream of?

[watermotif]

gram loves you. please call

[watermotif]

[orbitsdesk]

comment on 10cc - im not in love

[irlplasticlamb]

my girlfriend and i saw you from across the bar and we really hate your vibe. start running.

prints + merch

[scion-of-alicent]

Alicent Hightower’s headpiece collection.

[kudriaken]

Gesture costume drawing - 2. Another practice gesture session for the warm-up.

[waterandsilver]

personally if i were an artist and teenage girls happened to gravitate towards my art i would consider that the highest fucking honour imaginable

[waterandsilver]

there are certain emotions that can only be felt by teenage girls and god

[alex-a-roman]

Frozen in time

I feel frozen in time, Chained to a mind that can't see a way out; I know I’ll never catch up with this world So don’t wait for me, I wouldn’t dare to ask Don’t stay with me, If I could, I too would run away Don't look back now, Only ghosts roam these parts, Only sand and empty castles And the last standing dreamer  Waving goodbye.

~ A. A. Roman

[ms-demeanor]

Hey you know how I said I was going to make a workbook on the kind of bullshit you need to do when someone you love dies? I actually did that.

HERE IS THE VERSION WITH LOTS OF SWEARING AT THE USELESS, SHITTY SITUATION YOU’RE IN.

HERE IS THE VERSION WITH A FAIR AMOUNT OF BLACK HUMOR BUT NO CURSEWORDS.

Featuring Helpful Sections such as:

Death Certificates – What you need, why you need them, and how to get them

Prepare to spend a long and miserable time on the phone

What the Everloving Fuck is Probate

Some Simple Dos and Don’ts

Shitty Mad Libs – Templates for writing Obituaries and Memorials

How to plan a non-religious death party

So you suddenly have to become some sort of hacker or some shit

This is an eighteen page book that you can print out, download, share, and give away; it is meant to be used to collect information about funeral planning and account management after a death OR you can use it BEFORE you die and give people information so they’re not stuck playing Nancy Fucking Drew while trying to keep seventeen cousins who crawled out of the woodwork from gutting each other in front of the fucking casket as they argue about who’s inheriting grandma’s favorite dentures.

It’s not exactly cheerful and it’s full of things that are probably going to feel really fucking raw if you’re processing a fresh death.

I’m sorry! I love you! Death is shitty! I’m trying to laugh about it a little and I hope you can laugh a little too because otherwise we’re all just going to cry together.

Good luck!

(in memory of my weirdo mother and her weirdo siblings who all died too fucking young and left me holding this flaming bag of dogshit)

[ms-demeanor]

Death sucks, hope you’re doing okay out there.

[thepersonalquotes]