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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Game Changer & Make Some Noise
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I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
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Color Me Curious
if i look back, i am lost
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Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love.
Rainer Maria Rilke (via observando)
When it rains, the world softens around the edges; streets and sidewalks become a liquid mirror onto which lights and colors bleed. When it rains, everything becomes beautiful… for a while. -John Mark Green
These violent delights have violent ends. And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which, as they kiss, consume.
Romeo and Juliet, Act 2, Scene 6.
William Shakespeare
I'm meant to be writing a book.
Well, I am writing a book. Maybe I should say I'm meant to have written the book, and the problem is I'm still writing it.
The most frustrating thing? It's so close to being finished. A few more thousand words and it's done. Finito. I could have finished it today, if I'd tried.
I didn't try. I didn't even open the document. Which is a new low, by the way. Usually I at least open the damn thing up and stare at it morosely for a while.
I can't even blame 'writers block' (whatever that's even meant to be) because it all just boils down to lack of self discipline. I get like this, sometimes. I put my all into everything and then, in the last 10% - the part that really matters, let's be honest - I just stop. I stop caring, stop giving, stop wanting.
Why is that? I wish I knew. I wish I made sense to myself. I wish my self-loathing would actually manifest in a positive way and kick me into gear and into doing something about it.
But wishes are futile and nobody can finish this goddamn book except me. I've built it up in my head, you see. I've attached so much importance to it, because I want to believe that if I can actually finish it then I'll have broken this self destructive cycle I've been on for the last twenty odd years.
I wish, I wish, I wish...
'Sweetheart, What Have You Done To Us' (released 16th November 2012) is the first single from Keaton's forthcoming album 'Birthdays' (released 25th February ...
This man is magical, a genius. A genius magician.
Oh, please, yes, Christmas?
Then she wished more rationally, that she could love him without needing him. Need gave him power without his trying. Need was the choicelessness she often felt around him // Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie.
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Castle architecture is my weakness.
Visualizing sound through water, salt, electricity, and fire
Snazzy.
He still had enough perfume left to enslave the whole world if he so chose. He could walk to Versailles and have the king kiss his feet. He could write the pope a perfumed letter and reveal himself as the new Messiah. He could do all this, and more, if he wanted to. He possessed a power stronger than the power of money, or terror, or death - the invincible power to command the love of man kind. There was only one thing the perfume could not do. It could not turn him into a person who could love and be loved like everyone else. So, to hell with it he thought. To hell with the world. With the perfume. With himself.
“Oh! that gentleness! how far more potent is it than force!” ― Charlotte Brontë 'Jane Eyre'
This is my young Arab gelding, DNS Gaza Khan, bestowing some gentle affection on my six year old niece. He was unhandled and half-wild when I picked him up two years ago, but even then - when he was wary of everything and frightened of his own shadow - he would stand like a statue when I would bring my niece to see him. He is the most stubborn horse I've ever had anything to do with, but his gentleness exceeds even that, and for that I love him.
“A horse is the projection of people’s dreams about themselves; strong, powerful, beautiful and it has the capability of giving us escape from our mundane existence.”
- Pam Brown
Appentence (n.) An eager desire, an instinctive inclination; an attraction or a natural bond. - I love this word. It's quite a satisfying one to say, too. I was riding on the beach last night, and I was quite overcome by the desire for freedom I experience every day that riding on the beach provides me with, coupled with the absolute adoration I have for my horse, Xicote. I experience so much frustration everyday, as I know we all do, and with every passing hour the need to be in the saddle, tasting the sea air, crashing through the surf, becomes more than a desire. That was all running through my head, and 'appetence' just sprang to mind. Fitting
"To ride a horse is to ride the sky." Author Unknown
Homeless shelter is transformed into 5-star restaurant, hot food and warm hearts all around. See the full video here.
I watched the video and I thought it was great. Because it’s not just like, nice food or whatever, it’s being treated like a guest. The people who staged this also made a 5k donation as well as handing out fancy gift bags that had basic self-care items/toiletries which are in really high demand because people will donate food but never think about hairbrushes, soap, toothpaste, et cet.
Not only that but i really appreciate the sentiment here that’s so against that whole poverty policing, “poor people don’t deserve anything nice ever” bullshit that’s getting louder in our society.
Juts so sweet.
Perfect.
