Unicorn Store (2017) dir. Brie Larson
Uh yes!! This scene in the movie really hit me.
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Unicorn Store (2017) dir. Brie Larson
Uh yes!! This scene in the movie really hit me.
My soul feels the colour green, and sees the feeling sadness creates. It hears colour in places that no light shines. My soul feels in wavelengths of noise, tastes beyond the spectrum of colour human eyes see and hears the silent cries of the hearts around me. I can not control how much I feel with the deepest of my being. I love with all the colours of the rainbow, and feel it as intensely as a storm at sea, drowning by every wave I feel and left with the wind knocked out of me. Safe though as I sit here on dry land knowing all too well my heart still beats. ~nicole.a.roberge
Question to writers
I have a book Iām working on but Iām stuck because I am thinking/worrying about what I have to do after Iām finished writing (itās just how I think). I donāt want to share it with the world and lose my story before I can for be sure itās just mine. Is that an irrational fear? Anyway, I was wondering if anyone has any advice for what to do after I finish writing the book? What I should do first, what takes the most time and effort, and best advice for getting it turned into a real book. Feel free to ask any questions, I appreciate any help!
Tomorrow
Tomorrow is not a day away- It is a lifetime away. It is a thought away. It is a moment, a breath, a tear away...
Tomorrow can be as far as a lifetime away; if you always search for tomorrowās, they will only become todayās that are too short for what you seek.
Tomorrow can be as close as a thought away; if you canāt stop worrying about everything, tomorrow will arrive a lot faster than you can prepare for.
Tomorrow can be both impossible to reach and always within your grasp. If you live for the past, tomorrow is a word that becomes unknown. And if you life for each day, then tomorrow is the palm of your hand.
I feel so lost and alone
Been wanting to cry a lot lately, but never actually do because I donāt have the energy. I am such a mess! I have had several jobs the last year and lost all of them due to anxiety and depression which has made it difficult to get out of the house. I feel like a failure because I havenāt had a job in a couple months now and Iām afraid to go back and lose another job. Iām 23!! I have no direction to my life, more debt than I should and no friends(I only see one person that isnāt family every couple weeks). I donāt eat much (which is something that happens with depression for me and anxiety just makes my appetite go away) plus I sleep from around 3am until 2pm. My life is such a disaster! I mean Iām living in my grandmas basement for crying out loud! Sorry for the rant just had to share how much of a mess I am with someone:P thanks for listening<3
A story about a girl
There once was a little girl, born into a world too harsh for her sensitive soul. And as she grew, it put her in a box that limited her growth and shape to the space she was in. She made it her own though, as the years went on she carved the walls creating images more beautiful than she ever thought possible of seeing with her own two eyes. Adding colour and more depth as she got older, until one day she broke through a piece of one wall, a ray of light snuck in and she was curious, never before had she seen such wonder and it created a flutter in her heart. Putting her hand to the light and passing through it seeing it dance along her fingers. Following it back to the source she drew her face closer to that crack. Trying to prepare herself she closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and then opening them looking through the sliver in the wall. She saw another persons face, after a while she decided it must be safe out where this person was or theyād not be there, so she dug some more. Kind of concerned about her carvings she had spent her whole life up to this point on, but she decided that with caution she would chip away a big enough spot for her to sneak out and come back in if she needed to.so she did, in the corner she scraped away. It didnāt take long but her heart raced faster and faster as she got the hole almost to her size. She paused with a tiny bit left, realizing that yes she could go back in but what if itās dangerous out there and she gets hurt? What if she meets this person face to face and they arenāt nice? What if she digs more and her whole box falls apart? The thoughts and worries running through her mind made her freeze. But then she saw something that broke her free from her thoughts. She saw more people off in the distance, running and laughing and rolling on the hillside. They looked so free and happy; even though she felt safe and warm and comfortable in her box she wanted to see what it would be like to run and touch the grass and see real people. So she broke the last bit off and took a step out. Looking around and seeing so much space, she decided to climb on top of her box and see what was around her. She wondered, as she climbed, if the others had boxes of their own as well. Getting to the top and standing tall she sees trees and animals, a lake and more people. She started to feel a bit overwhelmed by all of the new things she was seeing. She dreamed of things like this her whole life but never thought she would see them in person. She hopped down and walked over to the person she had seen through the crack, she introduced herself and asked their name, they replied by saying they already knew her name and have been waiting to see her leave the box she was in. She was confused why they knew her and she didnāt know them, she had never seen them, why would they know each other? The person noticed she was confused and explained saying, āyou see, I have a box of my own, I go back to it from time to time but once I got out I realized how free I was. After that I met people and I actually know your family, well your brother mostly but he talks about youā. After he said this she was more lost than before, she talks to her family, they call and have connecting tunnels but how would this person know her brother. The person says that her brother had broken out of his box recently, he still goes back often to rest and such but visits this person quite a bit. Turns out theyāre best friends. She decided that she likes her box but wants to get out as much as she can, to run and meet people and just explore everything she finds. This person she met said theyād be willing to help her and show her around the place, introduce her to some of their friends and even new people. They would go and explore the free space together! ~nicole.a.roberge