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“What Angel Wakes Me From My Flower" by Elizabeth Shippen Green

"I still had the music to guide me. So, I followed it. And it led me through new memories... terrible memories. And it felt like they would never end. But then eventually, they did. I'd finally found it. The way out." MAX & LUCAS, Stranger Things Chapter Four: Sorcerer

#end my girl's suffering NOW!!#max mayfield #stranger things

am I right to assume that NOT ONLY did Odysseus carve their wedding bed out of the olive tree where he and Penelope first met BUT he also build his whole palace around it because he didn't want to UPROOT IT??

get you a man who loves you man...

#yeah yeah he was gone for twenty years bla bla BUT THE YEARNING??#oh god im disintegrating #epic the musical

crying---mess

Has this been done before?

#its true #epic the musical

kaiotisk

father how i've longed to see you!

#i just love how i fall back into another obsession out of nowhere #how long ago was it that i was actually excited about listening to SOME SONGS??#if this ever gets made into an actual musical you can bet your ass im gonna be there asap #epic the musical

waitingforthesunrise

and very, very often, self care is not plants and ice rollers and fluffy blankets of peace.

it’s standing over your kitchen sink and crying while doing the dishes because you just want to go back to bed but the dishes need done. and you don’t know why you’re crying but you're trusting you need it. and you aren’t listening to the music that pulls you into a spiral; you’re listening to some cheerful shit your friend sent you. it’s getting up and staring at your fridge and closing your eyes and then cooking yourself food even though you hate it and it’s miserable. because you know that you’d cook for your friend, and you are trying to befriend yourself. it’s dragging yourself into the shower because you know you’ll feel better afterwards. it’s doing mundane tasks with patience, cursing under your breath, trying desperately to give yourself grace. grace is the beginning of care. care is the beginning of love.

we think it’s supposed to be peace and yet the most powerful self care moments are when we hate everything but especially ourselves. and life does not feel worth the loving. to look into that pain and yet choose to care for yourself in however many pieces you are — that is care. love. grace. trust. belief. it hurts because it’s love where there was no love before. it heals because it believes there will be love, one day, soon.

#words

jjkwithyou

The finest Calvin Klein global ambassador

#guess who’s getting back their favorite boys on her birthday month 🥹#i missed this dude #jungkook

simena

Emile Vernon - Young Woman with a Sprig of Lilac (detail)

#it keeps on bothering me how the people around me get along with that person #when she vanished and ghosted me after I thought we had become really really close #I know she went through some stuff but seeing her now whenever there’s a meetup with other friends #I get super awkward because I still don’t now how to behave around her #I’m mad at her and she gets on my nerves #but on the other side - do I think anything would change if she apologized? no #would I like her to nonetheless? yeah definitely #would I also like for people to know how she just left and treated our friendship as if it was nothing? kinda #but I know that that wouldn’t change their opinion and also it’s not my place to say anything #people change. and I have to accept that. maybe.#relationships are hard #art

oakfern

Shimmering I and Ghostly Hand, Cecilia Reeve, 2023.

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#my head is full of thoughts again and I can feel them getting negative #so I might have to put them down here again #it’s like I’m having thoughts and as soon as they hit #I’m telling myself not to be so negative and try to rewrite them #art

ormundshightower

Ellen Hutter and Thomas Hutter NOSFERATU (2024) — dir. Robert Eggers

#still relevant #nosferatu

evrayle

When I hold the conch to my ear I can still vividly hear the fireworks Mingling with the sound of waves. I go into the shell to hear a little more. I go into the shell And before I realize it I am trapped inside a cave. At the sound of waves made of tears Only the frosty moon knocks on the door. Now please come out The sky is filled with stars Where the fireworks have faded. OUR UNWRITTEN SEOUL, episode 3.

#I had so much bottled up inside again that as soon as I put this on I had a good big cry #oh how I love dramas that just hit home #and to see bo young in a drama again after doom at your service #is a really nice touch #our unwritten seoul #series rec