Tašja javava dre kher.

Tašja javava dre kher. Everything changes. It's the natural state of the world. People grow older. They drift further apart. Opinions are shaped by experience. Until what you thought you knew, is little more than a memory. Maybe that's all I am. A memory of a different life. Independent & Selective Magda Eisenhardt (#niedobitek & #magnetisedcatharis)

[niedobitek]

Don’t mind me, as I blow several years worth of cobwebs off this hot mess of a blog just in time for Rromani Resistance day this weekend. I’ve missed my favourite chaos mom, and also maybe the sweet but well intentioned trash murder husband. That said, doing a bit of housekeeping, neatening up the ol’ follow list,  throwing down some new details, tags etc, etc.  But yes, stay tuned! 

[niedobitek]

It’s funny sometimes, how much of a life you truly miss, until you’re separated from it. How the simplest of gestures can yield memory upon memory and breathe life into a dull ache that will spawn once again into a gnawing addiction. You can try to separate yourself from it. To distance yourself from people and the perils they bring, but in the end, you’ll still reach out for that ghost of a life, fingers clutching at smoke and a recollection of the things that exist now only in retrospect.

Magda knows she looks ridiculous when she does it; she feels it too, if truth be told, but it doesn’t stop the movement of her digits as they linger in a state of false equity, hesitant in their own right to reach out for the tangible reminder of what she’s left behind. She could make this so much easier; could clamber up on that chair and tell the world in no uncertain terms, ‘I’m still here!’ But she isn’t quite there yet. Her fingers retreat slowly, curling back into a palm where they will almost certainly cleave tiny crescent moons by way of regret.

Maybe tomorrow.

[icapturetheperiodpieces]

Les malheurs de Sophie (2016)

[golshiftehnews]

The Song of Scorpions (2017), dir. Anup Singh

[niedobitek]

I’m interrupting the current hiatus to remind everyone that today is Rromani Resistance Day. On the 16th May 1944 , armed with only stones and tools, Rromani & Sinti prisoners of Auschwitz-Birkenau staged a revolt against the SS, who were attempting to liquidate the camp. They were successful in delaying the executions, although their deaths would still take place when the process was resumed on August 2nd 1944.

I remind you of this today, because of it’s significance. These were people that squared loaves of bread against guns, that fought tooth and nail for their very right to life, despite odds that were greatly stacked against them. They fought with conviction against the tyranny that had kept them incarcerated, and rebelled against the persecution that would deny them their humanity. It’s resounding proof of the strength of the human spirit, that no matter how hard you try and break someone, to trample and subdue them, there will still be those that say no.

Although porrajmos is a bitter, but not too distant memory, even today, in 2017, Rroma throughout the world are still suffering. They are still evicted from their homes, still belittled in the streets, denied food, denied healthcare, denied education. The world treats us as second class citizens, as criminals, as commodities, as a costume you can just don on a whim. You call us witches, beggars, liars, thieves. You deem us dirty, stupid, a waste of space. You forget that we are people. That we are smart and talented, that we are loyal and creative, fierce and bold. We have as much right as anyone to live beyond the shackles of poverty. 

So today, on this day of resistance, I ask you to stand alongside us, in our fight for the equality we deserve and to remember the sacrifice of those that lost their lives, while fighting for their right to simply exist. 

[niedobitek]

whether it be melodies that give you inspiration for your muse, or songs that get you into the writing mood, pick 10 songs you find give you the urge, the drive, or the creativity to write for your muse, then tag your favourite peeps to get an insight on their musical inspirational feels. (repost, don’t reblog!)

tagged by: ehhh.

saturn - sleeping at last

mercy - one republic

skid row - little shop of horrors

skin - rag n bone man

metal and dust - london grammar

she used to be mine - sara bareilles

the trapeze swinger - iron & wine

hoshia na - prince of egypt

hall of fame - the script

escape - craig armstrong

tagging:  @sapphirescales, @rustfurnace, @xaedificare, @agenths, @glacierfront, @nexusbeing,  @ziischeln + anyone else that way inclined.

[niedobitek]

hraunwyf:

“Stealing me? I can’t believe it.” Far from incredulous, her tone is amused, but she’s to her feet soon. Magda dropping by is a pleasant surprise, and Loki’s more thrilled than bothered, much more.

She’s a little unsure about actually needing the coat, though—it’s warm out, but humid, and that could always mean it might storm later. There’s a little emergency umbrella in the bottom of her purse, but a hoodie might be a good idea, too. “What’s the plan? Wandering, shopping, picnicking?”

❝I did consider utilising a very fetching burlap sack for comedic effect, but I thought you’d appreciate a more refined method of commandeering.❞ Not that she’d thought about this for all that long, mind you. It was more of an impulsive decision than anything else, a clever flight of fancy that had suddenly struck and brushed all other plans for her day aside.

❝I was thinking, seaside, actually.❞ Which was in fact a brilliant plan until she considered the weather, but blind optimism had served her well so far, maybe it would stay bright for long enough to enjoy a day of adventuring, before crackling to life in a storm to end all storms. There’s nothing wrong with a bit of rain, it’s just the lightning that usually gets her, and it’s no fun cowering like a child while in the company of friends. ❝Or failing that, maybe a good wander is the better alternative.❞

[niedobitek]

muses I want to write but probably never will:

gaius (bbc merlin)

rogue (x-men)

anita fite (dc comics)

el mariachi (desperado/ouatim)

yondu (guardians of the galaxy)

sir elyan (bbc merlin)

mia dearden (dc comics)

aramis (bbc musketeers)

rogelio villanueva (jane the virgin)

bertha mason (jane eyre)

[pagewoman]

[shirazade]

Golshifteh Farahani photographed by Benni Valsson for Grazia France

[incorrectbandofbrothersquotes]

People say ‘Oh, it’s dangerous to keep weapons in the home or in the workplace.’ Well, I say it’s better to be hurt by someone you know, accidentally, than by a stranger, on purpose.

Ron Speirs (via incorrectbandofbrothersquotes)

[theladyarwen-archive]

Band Of Brothers + The Onion articles (1/?)

[antholcgy-deactivated20210310]

they have stayed to look back for a glimpse of the very last moments of their lives, but the memories of their own deaths are faces on the wrong side of wet windows, smeared by rain. impossible to properly see.

[rhianonns-deactivated20220809]

somebody else - the 1975

[lafemme-rouge-blog]

ＬＡＢＹＲＩＮＴＨ → the sentence meme

Below you will find quotes taken directly or paraphrased from the movie 'Labyrinth'. You know, the one starring David Bowie's bulge. Send in one of the following to see how my muse reacts:

❝ I ask for so little. ❞

❝ Just let me rule you, and you can have everything that you want. ❞

❝ Just fear me, love me - do as I say and I will be your slave.❞

❝ You remind me of the babe. ❞

❝ That’s not fair! ❞

❝ Give me the child. ❞

❝ You say that so often, I wonder what your basis for comparison is? ❞

❝ I have been generous up ‘til now; I can be cruel. ❞

❝ You cowered before me, I was frightening. ❞

❝ I have reordered time; I have turned this world upside down, and I have done it all for you! ❞

❝ I am exhausted from living up to your expectations. ❞

❝ Isn’t that generous? ❞

❝ Your mother is a fraggin’ aardvark! ❞

❝ Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for you. ❞

❝ I move the stars for no one. ❞

❝ Your eyes can be so cruel. ❞

❝ If she ever kisses you, I’ll turn you into a prince. ❞

❝ If he ever kisses you, I’ll turn you into a princess. ❞

❝ You’re him, aren’t you? ❞

❝ You’re her, aren’t you? ❞

❝ My will is as strong as yours, and my kingdom as great. ❞

❝ You have no power over me. ❞

❝ How you turn my world, you precious thing. ❞

❝ Well then, come on, which way? ❞

❝ Which way do you want to go, hm? ❞

❝ Was that wrong? ❞

❝ I’ve brought you a gift. ❞

❝ But if you turn it this way and look into it, it will show you your dreams. ❞

❝ In nine hours and twenty-three minutes…you’ll be mine. ❞

❝ Where you goin’ with a head like that? ❞

❝ No, I said ‘allo’, but that’s close enough. ❞

❝ It’s only forever, not long at all. ❞

❝ All right then, throw down your weapons, and I’ll see that you’re well-treated. ❞

❝ Don’t tell me truth hurts, because it hurts like hell. ❞

❝ No one can blame you for walking away. ❞

❝ I don’t know why, but every now and again in my life - for no reason at all - I need you. ❞

❝ The way forward is sometimes the way back. ❞

❝ It’s very rude to stare! ❞

❝ What did you have to go and do a thing like that for? ❞

❝ What’d you expect fairies to do? ❞

❝ What’s the matter, my dear, don’t like your toys? ❞

❝ There’s such a sad love, deep in your eyes. ❞

❝ I’ll place the sky within your eyes. ❞

❝ What kind of magic spell to use? ❞

❝ I’ll paint you mornings of gold. ❞

❝ I’ll spin you Valentine evenings. ❞

❝ I’ll be there for you as the world falls down. ❞

❝ We’re choosing the path between the stars. ❞

❝ I’ll leave my love between the stars. ❞

❝ How you turned my world, you precious thing. ❞

❝ You starve and near exhaust me. ❞

❝ I do believe in you. ❞

❝ I live without the sunlight. ❞

❝ I love without your heartbeat. ❞

❝ I can’t live within you. ❞

[niedobitek]

princedusang:

Her every word contained gravity, wisdom, and kindness. It was true. Life was always ordinary. People were born every day in every corner of the world, they lived their lives, and they died. Some of them became diplomats, artists, or writers, while others worked the cash register at a store, slept on the streets, or worked in the housekeeping departments of hotels. The extraordinary thing about life was that it was in the details. One only had to look for them to see them.

“I think that many people think of their lives as being rather boring because they have not looked for the extraordinary in them,” he mused with a smile as he turned his attention to a photograph of a blonde haired woman that was hanging above the cash register. “Even something so ordinary as a smile or a cup of home brewed tea can be extraordinary. When I was stationed in Washington, DC, I used to go to this restaurant. I never paid any attention to my surroundings until I looked up and the sunlight poured down on me from the skylight. Extraordinary.”

He paused and gave her a hangdog look. He wasn’t usually this open around strangers. He was always much more cooler and reserved, but her smile, her laugh, her willingness to listen had completely loosened his talk. “I talk too much,” he said. “Why don’t you tell me something that counts?”

❝sometimes I think people just don’t know what they’re looking at, or for. ❞ boring is subjective but so too is extraordinary. can’t a thing be both to two different people? it depends which side of the argument you’re looking from, clearly, but it’s more a murky shade of grey. ❝expectation shapes the way you look at the world, and if you’re so set on what you think you should see, half the time you don’t realise there’s so much more lurking right under your nose. ❞ well, either that or you end up looking right through it, blindsided by a fantasy instead of seeing something real with your own two eyes.

magda isn’t sure what to tell him when he asks for something that counts. when he wants meaning and fact and something substantial instead of being a reluctant participant in a degree of anecdotal memory, she sadly doesn’t share. there’s more for him to talk about, she thinks. more positive memories to be plucked from the ether and thrown out there into the world without the sting or bite of shame. her life isn’t tragedy, she can attest to that much, but the happiest corners of it are private, walled off sections of her mind housing the pieces of it she keeps so very close to her heart.

❝ did you know that strawberries have more vitamin c than oranges? ❞ her smile is lopsided as she offers him this fact. it isn’t what he was asking, but she’s working her way up to that. to something that means more than just filling the silence with background noise. ❝ or that a scorpion can hold it’s breath for a whole week?❞ her feet shuffle, eyes skirting to a particular spot on the wall that has suddenly become infinitely more interesting than eye contact. ❝my daughter loved strawberries. scorpions not so much. ❞

[rosecutietyler]

halsey // drive