Magic & Music & Muses. Oh my.

Sup guys. The name's Michelle. I'm a singer, writer, actress, and creativity-lover. Secret identity = Robin Sparkles. Among other things.

[scullymaxxing]

new favorite gif

[menstars]

[psychicpinenut]

THE X-FILES

7.04. — Millenium + script

[habibialkaysani]

#obsessed with mulder staring at her until she turns around and he immediately goes for it #she's not even surprised she was waiting for this #then his sheepish little smile after like 'is this okay? is this cool?' and her reassuring smile and head tilt. the world didn't end. yeah. (via @psychicpinenut)

[karda]

coffee and sunlight

[magicmusicmuses]

Hey! I know I'm like a decade late but I was wondering if you have the Script of the unaired episode "Thunder RoadTrip" from House M.D. Been looking for it with other users non stop and we can't find it anywhere. If you do have it, could you send it to me, please? I will give you my email address. Thank you so much!

Hi! Oh my gosh I’m just seeing this message now—I know that at one point I definitely did have it, another user sent it to me years ago! I will absolutely look for it and send it to you if I find it!

update: i have found it

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Sommernebel mit Auwaldresten an der Lahn by Felix Wesch Instagram | Facebook | 500px | Twitter | Website

[magicmusicmuses]

@taylorswift I hope you know what a gift folklore is. What a wonderful bright spot it is in this moment in time. Thank you for sharing your heart.

It's so wild to think that I've been enamored with your music since I was a 12 year old girl, sitting in her childhood bedroom, poring over lyric booklets and secret messages, and now I'm a 25 year old woman, engaged to the love of her life, just moved into our own house, and here you are still. Yet again I'm laying on my bed in the dark, listening to the magic you make.

It is a pure joy to grow alongside you. Really, truly, I love you. I always will. You are a master at your craft and your music is a friend. Thank you for everything.

[billyjoelstateofmind]

[magicmusicmuses]

Iconic

[magicmusicmuses]

I don’t eat bread but I’m still miserable so what’s the fucking point

[magicmusicmuses]

I am 100% bowled over by the lyrics on Lover. THESE ARE SOME OF THE BEST MOST DETAILED LYRICS IN POP SONGS THAT I HAVE EVER HEARD WOW that’s what I want to do. Sooooo much. 

[oldfarmhousefallfeatures]

[oldfarmhousefallfeatures]

finish each day, and don’t look back. Goodnight folks🌱

[oldfarmhousefallfeatures]

breathe 🌱 clean & fresh💭

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[floralls]

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[itsthesmallthing]

Farmhouse Blues http://pin.it/lOecedh

[wnq-quotes]

Those who do not want to imitate anything, produce nothing.

Salvador Dalí­, Dali by Dali 

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[drunkenhills]

Listen. Cut your own hair. Dye it blue, then shave it off when you’re bored of it. Wear that outfit with those shoes. Paint your nails with all the colors of the rainbow. Get that tattoo. Go to the movies alone. Get coffee, then drink it at that special place you like. Mouth the words of the song you’re listening to on public transport. Put that thing on your wall. Bake. Draw. Dance in your underwear. Life is so much better when you don’t give a fuck

[larrysamericanmum-deactivated20]

Here’s a secret: this is exactly how you’ll feel when you get to your 50’s. So never fear getting old, it is very liberating. Even better: Don’t wait till you’re old, because you can never know what will happen

[drunkenhills]

This is the best reply this post has gotten and I thank you for it.

[magicmusicmuses]

5.1.19 - Relaxation to Writing Prompt

Guided relaxation into being told to "write the fairytale of your childhood.”

Once upon a time, a being existed. And was really good at being. And had a strong sense of identity. And didn’t have questions. And was never asked to answer questions. And just knew. Knew what? Exactly. And one day, after taking all this for granted, all of that was suddenly gone. It didn’t all disappear in a day, but after long stretches of time of not acknowledging this gift, little by little it was stripped away. Decades later this being had learned the human skill of language, and was able to articulate that this gift had long since disappeared. And even with this earthly knowledge—especially with this earthly knowledge—this being simply sat. In limbs and skin and hair. Thought this. Acknowledged this. And was not roused to jump up and begin screaming. “Where has it gone?” no one cried. “I will retrieve it,” declared not a soul. And thus on a Sunday a human sat apart from its being, wholly unconcerned with the light that had just slipped from its grasp.