Stranger Things
we're not kids anymore.
Jules of Nature
taylor price
trying on a metaphor
Cosmic Funnies
Cosimo Galluzzi
Monterey Bay Aquarium

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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
cherry valley forever

祝日 / Permanent Vacation
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Kiana Khansmith
Not today Justin
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Oscar Wilde, De Profundis
I often feel less rested after a good night’s sleep than before it.
And that confuses people, but I think it makes perfect sense.
However does one expect me to shut off my thoughts whilst sleeping?
When dreams are where all my best adventures happen.
I saw the white rabbit and followed him quick,
down to a world many thought was a trick.
But I know it’s real, every bit,
the hatter, the Queen, the cat, all of it.
I fall
and I fall
and I fall,
‘till I reach Wonderland,
the best place of all.
sylvia plath
found this on Pinterest just now & had to give it a go🌧️
Luca Ponsato - Does Anyone See My Suffering
i love you skin strokes i love you intertwined fingers i love you entangling your hands through someone’s hair i love you sitting so close to each other that you’re touching i love you mindless side hugs i love you soft touches i love you casual intimacy
"Stop saying 15 year olds with weird interests are cringe, they're 15" this is true however you should also stop saying adults with weird interests are cringe because who gives a shit
To wit:
I want to share some wisdom from my high school art teacher.
In my AP Art class, there was a girl who was just starting to experiment with mixed media. At this point she was still playing around, trying to decide what direction she wanted to go with her portfolio. So one critique day, she brought in an abstract canvas with some rhinestone highlights and painted and real peacock feathers. She loved sparkles and peacock feathers so she thought she’d try introducing them a *little*. And after everyone had given some input, the teacher gave her his advice, VERY roughly paraphrased here:
“So here’s the thing… I do not like this style. These are just elements that do not speak to me personally, but I see that you like them, and you’re doing interesting things with them.
“My biggest critique is, I only merely *dislike* this piece. I want you to make me HATE it. Go crazy with the things that you like. Don’t hold back trying to make it palatable to people like me. Because I am NEVER going to like it. And if the audience does not like it, it should drive them crazy seeing how much YOU love it.”
Her portfolio was chock full of neon colors and glitter and rhinestones and splashes of peacock feathers and it was a delight. Our teacher despised every piece lol, but she got great marks and I think even won some awards. And more importantly, she was happy and proud of the results. Because she didn’t limit herself by trying to appeal to people who were never going to enjoy what she enjoyed.
Takeaway here: be as cringe as you want. Don’t limit yourself based on other ppl’s tastes. They’re not you, and you are incredible 💕
This is the most inspirational thing I've read all week. Possibly all year
The first rays of light filter into the Princess’s bedchamber, though whereas the rest of Ynys Avallach is still fast asleep, she lies awake in her bed, watching the baby sleeping soundly in her arms.
Her son.
Her little miracle, with eyes as golden as a hawk’s.
He fusses inside the blanket she has wrapped him in, just two days old, yet somehow, he seems to hold the entire world within those golden eyes.
“Shh…” she shushes him gently, running a finger carefully down his nose. “It’s alright, my little hawk.”
He opens his eyes to the light, the golden flecks in them gleaming like glass dancing in the sun.
Charis smiles as she gazes into them. “You are so beautiful.” she whispers, gathering his warm little body closer. “You have your father’s heart, little hawk.“ she leans closer to kiss his forehead softly. “You have my soul.”
The door opens to reveal Ina, a young maid, with a freshly folded dress in her arms. She enters with a quiet greeting.
Behind her, dressed in a traditional Atlantean tunic, stands Avallach himself. He spares her a warm smile as he enters. “My daughter, you must be exhausted.” He moves closer to stand beside her bed. There is a rare glimpse of vulnerability in his dark eyes as he regards the baby in her arms.
“I’m fine, father.” she replies, although her chest feels so tight with grief it might burst if not for her son to steady her.
Her father reaches out slowly to let the baby take hold of one of his fingers. His tiny hand can barely wrap around the King’s thumb.
Avallach looks up sadly. “I doubt you could be, Charis.” he sighs, looking every bit as guilty as he may feel. “What happened to the bard—”
“Taliesin.” Charis implies. “He deserves to be remembered by his name.”
“Of course.” Avallach replies, bowing his head. “What happened to Taliesin…I am eternally to blame. You have every right to renounce me, daughter. I should have agreed upon your request to marry him from the beginning. The love was strong between you, yet my pride blinded me.” He kneels down before her. “I am sorry, my daughter.”
Charis has never once seen her father fall to his knees before anyone. To push aside his pride in favor of the people he loves.
Taliesin has helped her father see after all, even if he is no longer here to witness it.
She frees one hand to place it upon Avallach’s. “This tragedy is not your fault, father.” she replies. “I have lost my husband,” She swallows against the tears in her throat. “But Taliesin’s memory lives on in our son.” She looks down at Merlin, who is watching her so intently, one might think he can actually understand her. “He lives on in all of our memories. In our songs.”
A moment of silence passes between them, in honor of the young man who had won the hearts of so many with his wondrous voice.
“The boy will change the world.” Avallach says quietly, glancing down at his grandson. “With the blood of Taliesin and our people running in his veins.”
Charis smiles down at her son with tears brimming in her eyes. “He will change everything.”
She presses her forehead to his and closes her eyes. “My Merlin.”
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— Louis C.K.
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