“I wanted to be alive again. I wanted to be someone else.”
— Cathrynne M. Valente, Deathless (via wearerelative)
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“I wanted to be alive again. I wanted to be someone else.”
— Cathrynne M. Valente, Deathless (via wearerelative)
I’ll put my music on shuffle and be pissed if I don’t get the right song
Plot twist: I have no idea what the right song is, but will know it when I hear it.
Katara & Zuko
- Here for a rematch?
- Trust me, Zuko. It’s not going to be much of a match.
Marc Anthony x Cleopatra
- If it be love indeed, tell me how much.
- There’s beggary in the love that can be reckoned.
So there’s this artist, Alex Schaefer, who makes a bunch of paintings of Chase Bank burning.
There’s just
so many of these
and I think it’s incredibly funny but
I just read this bit from the artist and
This is a "plein air" painting which means I set up my easel right across the street of this Chase bank in my city and painted it like it had caught fire. The police questioned me on the spot. Three weeks later Homeland Security was knocking on the door to my home. The question they kept asking me was "Do you hate these banks?" I can honestly say yes.
And I just think this is the greatest artist statement I’ve ever read.
Very Good Trope: Civillian is told “ stay in the car” while hero goes to confront villain. Hero gets in over head and all seems disaster. Civillian crashes car into villain.
Me, watching: ohhohoho! But they stayed in the car! Yesss, this is very good!
tbh my music taste is so hard to describe like it’s literally everything except for the songs i dont like
my favorite scene in LotR as a kid was when Sam started miserably freestyling in the tower of Cirith Ungol and the only reason he ever found Frodo was because he deliriously tried to join in
…i did read some of the novels, but i couldn’t get through them entirely…
…and so i genuinely have no idea whether or not this is serious. coz i mean, obviously, it could be a joke. but it could also have legitimately happened. people who have only seen the films underestimate the amount of random things that happen in the books that could come off as utterly silly and ridiculous if removed from their context.
Haha, well, it is pretty much what happens. Sam is looking for Frodo in the tower of Cirith Ungol and is despairing that he will ever find him. He sits down and does what any self-respecting Tolkien character does during their moments of hopelessness and bursts into song.
It’s a really good song (ten year old Ship had it memorized) and as he begins the refrain a second time, he hears Frodo’s voice answering weakly from above. Frodo is poisoned and despairing and beaten but he is still a Hobbit and cannot resist a singalong even while on the brink of death.
Captain Marvel (2019) dir. Anna Boden & Ryan Fleck
omg why did they leave this out of the movie?!?!
Because men would have burst their ball sacks on the spot seeing this!
love how wikipedia’s “List of unsolved deaths” starts at 11,000 BCE. like, I don’t think we’ll be cracking that cold case anytime soon.
the entire way this list is set up is VERY funny to me. like, yes, I guess 13,000 years ago WAS before the year 1900.
i am a girlboss i am a war criminal i am a lunatic . i am clinically insane & the next virgin mary & i am never going to die
it could be worse. you could be 5′1″.
it seems i’ve struck a nerve amongst the short people. time to take precautions *places this post on the highest shelf*
1000 Picspams Challenge | #768 Disney Aesthetics | Hercules
Poetry Inspiration Moodboards | burning skies
I’m sorry that your bones collapsed and my smile flashed crimson when you told me you loved me.
why do we ache? Ariadne’s head underwater in a sink full of rain and tears from all the sorrow she collected of long forgotten prayers
sometimes I wonder what it means to be human one palm over her heart one in Dionysus’ neck pushing emotions and memories back into bones calling them constellations
the power of blood tastes like you and me she can taste the flavour rich and thick and fruity like something familiar waiting to be one
again
silence
Sunday, 1 a.m. Why haven’t I seen you alive, even if you’re breathing right next to me?
Monday, 6 a.m. I hope one day I can dig myself out of this hole of desperation and sorrow.
Tuesday, 8 p.m. I am stubborn about my loneliness.
Wednesday, 11 a.m. Sometimes my agony is too heavy to breathe.
Thursday, 3 a.m. I don’t let people touch my soul anymore because it has too many fissures and splinters already.
Friday, 9 p.m. Why do we have to rise when we are fallen? Why can’t we just stay on the ground?
Saturday, 5 p.m. I’m a body falling apart and you’re the stitches holding me together.
Hera’s Lament
i. A murder is a curious creature. You look into the mirror and watch the creature strip churned bones and hungry eyes until nothing remains but the clean-licked skeleton of a divine being. When it is done, it puts its skin back on. Limb by limb, arm by arm. Your name is Ares. You recognize yourself. Finally.
ii. People look at you like you‘re a crime scene. Give them a show. Flash the crimson stain on your white teeth. Show your bruised knuckles with pride. Lick your wounds in hiding. Blood only tastes like home in loneliness.
iii. You love the taste of blood just fine.
iv. Does that make you a god? Or does it make you a murderer?
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