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kittens, songs, and tasty things; these are a few of my favorite things. a compilation of stuff. welcome.

[lyriqueoblige]

King Leer on AP is giving me life right now

[wordsnquotes]

A tongue has no bones but it can break a heart.

Ed Sheeran

[yourfluffiestnightmare]

My friend told me a story he hadn’t told anyone for years. When he used to tell it years ago people would laugh and say, ‘Who’d believe that? How can that be true? That’s daft.’ So he didn’t tell it again for ages. But for some reason, last night, he knew it would be just the kind of story I would love.   When he was a kid, he said, they didn’t use the word autism, they just said ‘shy’, or ‘isn’t very good at being around strangers or lots of people.’ But that’s what he was, and is, and he doesn’t mind telling anyone. It’s just a matter of fact with him, and sometimes it makes him sound a little and act different, but that’s okay.   Anyway, when he was a kid it was the middle of the 1980s and they were still saying ‘shy’ or ‘withdrawn’ rather than ‘autistic’. He went to London with his mother to see a special screening of a new film he really loved. He must have won a competition or something, I think. Some of the details he can’t quite remember, but he thinks it must have been London they went to, and the film…! Well, the film is one of my all-time favourites, too. It’s a dark, mysterious fantasy movie. Every single frame is crammed with puppets and goblins. There are silly songs and a goblin king who wears clingy silver tights and who kidnaps a baby and this is what kickstarts the whole adventure.   It was ‘Labyrinth’, of course, and the star was David Bowie, and he was there to meet the children who had come to see this special screening.   ‘I met David Bowie once,’ was the thing that my friend said, that caught my attention.   ‘You did? When was this?’ I was amazed, and surprised, too, at the casual way he brought this revelation out. Almost anyone else I know would have told the tale a million times already.   He seemed surprised I would want to know, and he told me the whole thing, all out of order, and I eked the details out of him.   He told the story as if it was he’d been on an adventure back then, and he wasn’t quite allowed to tell the story. Like there was a pact, or a magic spell surrounding it. As if something profound and peculiar would occur if he broke the confidence.   It was thirty years ago and all us kids who’d loved Labyrinth then, and who still love it now, are all middle-aged. Saddest of all, the Goblin King is dead. Does the magic still exist?   I asked him what happened on his adventure.   ‘I was withdrawn, more withdrawn than the other kids. We all got a signed poster. Because I was so shy, they put me in a separate room, to one side, and so I got to meet him alone. He’d heard I was shy and it was his idea. He spent thirty minutes with me.   ‘He gave me this mask. This one. Look.   ‘He said: ‘This is an invisible mask, you see?   ‘He took it off his own face and looked around like he was scared and uncomfortable all of a sudden. He passed me his invisible mask. ‘Put it on,’ he told me. ‘It’s magic.’   ‘And so I did.   ‘Then he told me, ‘I always feel afraid, just the same as you. But I wear this mask every single day. And it doesn’t take the fear away, but it makes it feel a bit better. I feel brave enough then to face the whole world and all the people. And now you will, too.   ‘I sat there in his magic mask, looking through the eyes at David Bowie and it was true, I did feel better.   ‘Then I watched as he made another magic mask. He spun it out of thin air, out of nothing at all. He finished it and smiled and then he put it on. And he looked so relieved and pleased. He smiled at me.   ‘'Now we’ve both got invisible masks. We can both see through them perfectly well and no one would know we’re even wearing them,’ he said.   ‘So, I felt incredibly comfortable. It was the first time I felt safe in my whole life.   ‘It was magic. He was a wizard. He was a goblin king, grinning at me.   ‘I still keep the mask, of course. This is it, now. Look.’   I kept asking my friend questions, amazed by his story. I loved it and wanted all the details. How many other kids? Did they have puppets from the film there, as well? What was David Bowie wearing? I imagined him in his lilac suit from Live Aid. Or maybe he was dressed as the Goblin King in lacy ruffles and cobwebs and glitter.   What was the last thing he said to you, when you had to say goodbye?   ‘David Bowie said, ‘I’m always afraid as well. But this is how you can feel brave in the world.’ And then it was over. I’ve never forgotten it. And years later I cried when I heard he had passed.’   My friend was surprised I was delighted by this tale.   ‘The normal reaction is: that’s just a stupid story. Fancy believing in an invisible mask.’   But I do. I really believe in it.   And it’s the best story I’ve heard all year.

Paul Magrs (via yourfluffiestnightmare)

[thelovejournals]

15 Books That Will Gently Heal Your Broken Heart

[culturenlifestyle]

Topic: Relationships, Literature, Books, Lists ||  via THE LOVE JOURNALS

Every book lover and writer knows that a book is a constant friend that never fails. But for those of you who read less than you’d like and are dealing with a broken heart, we promise that a book will be an undying companion during this difficult time. If you are seeking to heal your heart and soul, we encourage you to have a look at this helpful list.

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[lyriqueoblige]

Added to the list of things to read later.

[misgivings]

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[usatoday]

A little girl thought this high school senior posing for prom pictures was a real princess.

👑 👑 👑 

[asdfghjklnia]

This just warmed my heart

[n3wfaceoffailure]

[wnq-typography]

No Body Knows!

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[thequotejournals]

You’re something between a dream and a miracle.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

[tastefullyoffensive]

The Tragic School Bus (photos via dontori)

[perplexedcam-deactivated2020051]

In the last picture wouldn’t it be “Dammit Ms. FREEZEle?

[cr-familiar-faces]

[thequotejournals]

He knew why he wanted to kiss her. Because she was beautiful. And before that, because she was kind. And before that, because she was smart and funny. Because she was exactly the right kind of smart and funny. Because he could imagine taking a long trip with her without ever getting bored. Because whenever he saw something new and interesting, or new and ridiculous, he always wondered what she’d have to say about it–how many stars she’d give it and why.

Rainbow Rowell, Attachments

[emberkyrlee]

‘Roll Both Ways’ by emberkyrlee

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[vaspider]

I looove thiiiiiis

[lyriqueoblige]

I *hella* love this

[thelovejournals]

I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.

Andrea Gibson

[fishandbikes]

rb if you think that dark skinned black girls are stunning, the physical manifestation of sunshine, and totally under appreciated.

[kmart124]

They most definitely are.

[wordsnquotes]

Holding people away from you, and denying yourself love, that doesn’t make you strong. If anything, it makes you weaker. Because you’re doing it out of fear.

Sarah Dessen

life less number #126

[rstevens]

I replicated him, Horatio

http://www.dieselsweeties.com/ics/421/

[lyriqueoblige]

...to soon?

[wnq-writers]

I save my own life, every day Every time I curse and scream and cry I sidestep some of the inner turmoil I might have suffered, otherwise Every time I laugh I feel that I still have a soul A mind that wants to explore A body that wants to survive I fight my own battles, every day And slowly but surely I am winning the war

gidgetsallgrownup, writing prompt #50: write about saving yourself and being your own hero

[wordsnquotes]

The hours between 12am and 6am have a funny habit of making you feel like you’re either on top of the world, or under it.

Beau Taplin, “The Hours Between” (via wordsnquotes)