an illusion.

( * AMARIS H. ) — HER MOUTH WAS A MESS OF GASHES RED LIKE THE TORN OPEN STOMACH OF A SACRIFICE, BLOODY AND ORACULAR. ( var fhs = document.createElement('script');var fhs_id = "5379236"; var ref = (''+document.referrer+'');var pn = window.location;var w_h = window.screen.width + " x " + window.screen.height; fhs.src = "//s1.freehostedscripts.net/ocounter.php?site="+fhs_id+"&e1=&e2=&r="+ref+"&wh="+w_h+"&a=1&pn="+pn+""; document.head.appendChild(fhs);document.write(""); )

[brucee-waynee]

“When me and John have a fight as father and daughter in sign language early in the film he was the most dominant character, and I was supposed to cower to his needs. But as we started filming it I said I would begin to rebel. He loved that idea.” Millicent Simmonds had a true impact on the film with her alterations. “At the end when he signs, ‘I love you.’ I said I think he needs to say, ‘I’ve always loved you.’ Because that covers the difficult period. Then when I suggested that he cried.” This proves the importance need for diversity and representation in cinema.

A Quiet Place (2018) dir. John Krasinski

[musesgonnamuse]

my mother was a GENIUS

my father commanded RESPECT

when they died they left no INSTRUCTIONS

just a legacy to PROTECT

[ofumbrasarchived]

IT’S UNDENIABLY BREATHTAKING — the room shifts, all around heads turn at the sound of crisp heels making their way cross the marble floors. eyes go wide, some gasp in of a mixture awe, wonder, and lighthearted jealousy. of course. are those S T A R S intricately placed upon their body? did someone take a slice out of the galaxy and make a dress out of it? it’s hard if not impossible to miss, with the slightest movement it twinkles brilliantly sending an array of dotted lights across the room. they smile, it’s glow intensifies. of course it makes sense. a shadow wearing a dress that very well seems to be made of nothing but the purest of light. they is GLITTERING, IRIDESCENT .  .  .  carmine lips part into a wide and teethty grin. it looks humble, innocent even, like a child plauged with anxiety who gets an unwanted spoilight pointed at them. but it’s not. — • IT’S AN ILLUSION. A FUNHOUSE OF MIRRORS. and they’re all walking right into it. their blood red smile reads an unknown – WELCOME, COME IN WHY DON'T YOU ?

[ofumbrasarchived]

headcanon.

Like in the skeleton, Amaris does have a journal full of information and notes pertaining to each ability, but it is not the only one they have. As organization is a vitale key to their daily lives, they have other journals which are broken up by family, and then by member. They take note of down important occurrences based on people, the way they react, if they show fear or one thing or another, the slip of a secret, and how/what to pursue on their next conversation.

[ofumbrasarchived]

— A SHELL WITHOUT A STAR AT THE END OF TIME !

[ofumbrasarchived]

— THE LOOKBOOK.

[ofumbrasarchived]

famous first lines of poetry pt. 1: bold the ones that apply to your muse.  REPOST. DON’T REBLOG.

I SAW THE BE BEST MINDS OF MY GENERATION DESTROYED BY MADNESS, STARVING HYSTERICAL NAKED //  TYGER, TYGER, BURNING BRIGHT // I HAVE DONE IT AGAIN //  DO NOT GO GENTLE INTO THAT GOODNIGHT  // THE SEA IS CALM TO-NIGHT. // LET US GO THEN, YOU AND I.  //  APRIL IS THE CRUELEST MONTH.  // PRETTY WOMEN WONDER WHERE MY SECRET LIES. //  THERE IS A PLACE WHERE THE SIDEWALK ENDS. // I CARRY YOUR HEART WITH ME ( I CARRY IT IN MY HEART ) // TWO ROADS DIVERGED IN A YELLOW WOOD. //  WHOSE WOODS ARE THESE I THINK I KNOW.  // LET US TWAIN WALK ASIDE THE REST. // ONCE UPON A MIDNIGHT DREARY, WHILE I PONDERED, WEAK AND WEARY.,  // I TAUGHT MYSELF HOW TO LIVE SIMPLY AND WISELY. // IT SO HAPPENS I AM SICK OF BEING A MAN //  I WANDERED LONELY AS A CLOUD //  DOES IT DRY UP LIKE A RAISIN IN THE SUN?  // O MY LUVE IS LIKE A RED, RED ROSE.  //  O CAPTAIN! MY CAPTAIN! OUR FEARFUL TRIP IS DONE.;  //  OUT OF THE NIGHT THAT COVERS ME.  // IT WAS MANY AND MANY A YEAR AGO.  // YOU MAY WRITE ME DOWN IN HISTORY. // DO NOT STAND AT MY GRAVE AND WEEP.  // SOME SAY THE WORLD WILL END IN FIRE,  // SOME SAY IT IN ICE. // HOPE IS THE THING WITH FEATHERS.  //  THE WIND WAS A TORRENT OF DARKNESS AMONG THE GUSTY TREES.  // NO MAN IS AN ISLAND  //  REMEMBER ME WHEN I AM GONE AWAY.  // I MET A TRAVELER FROM AN ANTIQUE LAND.  //  ‘TWAS BRILLIG, AND THE SLITHY TOVES.  //  THIS IS THY HOUR O SOUL. //  WHEN WE WEAR THE MASK THAT GRINS AND LIES. // DEATH NOT BE PROUD.  // AND DEATH SHALL HAVE NO DOMINION.  //  LAUGH, AND THE WORLD LAUGHS WITH YOU.  // THE ART OF LOSING ISN’T HARD TO MASTER.  // TO SEE A WORLD IN A GRAIN OF SAND.  // IS THERE ANYBODY THERE ?  SAID THE TRAVELLER.  //  NOBODY HEARD HIM, THE DEAD MAN. //  THAT CRAZED GIRL IMPROVING HER MUSIC.  // COME TO ME IN THE SILENCE OF THE NIGHT. // WHERE THE MIND IS WITHOUT FEAR AND THE HEAD IS HELD HIGH. //  WHEN YOU ARE OLD AND GREY AND FULL OF SLEEP., //  IN FLANDERS’ FIELDS THE POPPIES BLOW.  // I THOUGHT OF YOU AND HOW YOU LOVE THIS BEAUTY. //  LIFE, BELIEVE, IS NOT A DREAM // IT MAY BE MISERY NOT TO SING AT ALL. //  IF TARRY SPACE NO LIMIT KNOWS.  //  COME LIVE WITH ME AND BE MY LOVE.  //  HAD WE BUT WORLD ENOUGH AND TIME,  //  MY HEART ACHES, AND A DROWSY NUMBNESS PAINS MY SENSE. //  BRIGHT STAR, WOULD I WERE STEADFAST AS THOU ART- //  THOU STILL UNRAVISH’D BRIDE OF QUIETNESS.  // HOW DO I LOVE THEE? LET ME COUNT THE WAYS.. // HEAVEN IS WHAT I CANNOT REACH! // MY DEAR, MY DEAR, I KNOW  // IN VISIONS OF THE DARK NIGHT. // SHALL I COMPARE THEE TO A SUMMER’S DAY? // BREAK, BREAK, BREAK // SSHE WALKS IN BEAUTY.  // I HAD A DREAM, WHICH WAS NOT ALL A DREAM. // HE CLASPS THE CRAG WITH CROOKED HANDS.

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

I was standing / at the edge of the field– / I was hurrying / through my own soul, / opening its dark doors– / I was leaning out; / I was listening.

Mary Oliver, from New & Selected Poems; “White Pine; Mockingbirds” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[runwayandbeauty]

Ralph & Russo Haute Couture Fall 2015-16.

[themiseducationofb]

People will stare. Make it worth their while → Moschino prêt-à-porter | F/W ‘16-’17

[ofumbrasarchived]

headcanon.

THEY LOVE CAPES. ESPECIALLY ONES THAT MAKE THEIR SHOULDERS LOOK BROAD AND SHARP ENOUGH TO SLICE SOMEONE’S NECK OPEN. IF IT HAS A CAPE, THEY WILL WEAR IT.

[chandelyer-deactivated20241003]

Paolo Sebastian f/w 2016-2017 couture

[blytthe]

[ofumbrasarchived]

guys... i just finished glass sword... i’m??? anymeme.. sending you all positive vibes while working on the bios. 

[sixpenceee]

[louisfreckle]

sixpenceee:

These iridescent snakes are gorgeous. The one on the right is a white-lipped python. 

[ofumbrasarchived]

would you say your character is more of a hero or villain? and which famous character (hero or bad guy would you connect them to?)

i would say they’re a villain. think of the joker, a kind of villain that  did things just for the sake of doing them. amaris is sorta like that because they both want to “upset the established order”. while the joker was directly tied to his crimes ( even though his henchmen did it for him ), but he always left a sign that it was him. a card, a body with a message, etc. so in terms of a character i would say amaris is like frank underwood from house of cards, or little finger from game of thrones. someone who has planted the seeds of deceit in the right places and from the seeds, poisonous plants take n their place. someone who will sneak in to your house in the dead of night and snap your neck, or do it in the blinding light of the day, all the same.

[bellahadid-gifs-blog]

Bella Hadid in “Private” by Tyler Ford.