In order to rise From its own ashes A phoenix First Must Burn.
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In order to rise From its own ashes A phoenix First Must Burn.
Parable of the Talents, Octavia E. Butler (born on this day in 1947)
MACBETH :Â Stars, hide your fires; Let not light see my black and deep desires.
William Shakespeare, Macbeth (via antigonick)
Life is tough, my darling, but so are you.
Stephanie Bennett-Henry (via wordsnquotes)
A LOVE SO UNPURE: a mix for soft touches, sweet kisses, and the promise to always stay gentle like the morning; for finding strength in staying kind and fighting fear with the power of love; and for, ultimately, facing the truth that the hardest punch of betrayal only needs the lightest touch to hurt the most. [a kimberleigh fanmix]
i. girls like girls - hayley kiyoko // ii. first day of my life - bright eyes // iii. can’t help falling in love - haley reinhart (elvis presley cover) // iv. whispers - passenger // v. cold arms - mumford & sons // vi. say something - a great big world ft. christina aguilera // vii. all i want - kodaline // viii. red - tyler ward (taylor swift cover) // ix. fools - troye sivan // x. fake it - bastille // xi. strangers - halsey ft. lauren jauregui // xii. somebody else - the 1975 // xiii. too good - troye sivan // xiv. palace - hayley kiyoko // xv. talk me down - troye sivan // xvi. gravel to tempo - hayley kiyoko // xvii. hold my hand - the fray
aesthetic meme: kimberly hart & leigh killough / the purple and green rangers
She is proud, she is struggling with herself; but kind, charming, generous.
Fyodor Dostoevsky, The Brothers Karamazov (via kuanios)
Please take care of yourself, not because no one else will, but for the reason that love should start from deep within— that somewhere inside you it must begin.
ma.c.a // Let it bloom (via thanhpls)
Headcanon 011 ⚡ 5 Things
tagged by:Â nobody, i found this in a meme search lol
tagging: uhh i guess if any of y’all wanna do it @redklara @orangemdv @amarilloandres @rangerleigh @bluearlette
Just a fun little character game. Fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by.
regrets collect like old friends | arlette & kim
12:30 AMÂ - Location: unknown.
Kim never thought she’d die falling from a - no, not that word, that’d be blasphemous, considering - blank-damn church, but that was just apparently the way her life was going. With the stupid piece of rock that would cause her death clutched tightly in her hand, she falls barely a few dozen feet before a bright, white flash blacks out her vision. Her back hits solid ground, soft grass, but at the rate she’d been falling, it knocks the wind out of her. “Jesus Christ,” she groans, slowly opening her eyes.
The first thing she sees is dirt, and that definitely catches her attention. Pushing herself to a sitting position, Kim glances around, a painful ache creeping into her back and... pretty much all of her body. As far as she can tell, she’s in the woods. Which woods? No damn clue. But, at least she’s dressed to go outside. It feels somewhere in the low sixties, and Kim’s sure glad she thought of wearing a jacket.
Kim reaches in her pocket and pulls her phone out, pulling up Google Maps to see if maybe - maybe - she can figure out where the hell she is. An “Error - no connection detected” message glares back at her, accompanied by her phone having zero bars. “Well, that’s just great,” Kim mutters, shoving her phone back into her pocket.
Grumbling the entire time, she stumbles to her feet, noticing that her wisp had apparently teleported (it’d be the only explanation for how she was supposed to end up as pavement pancake but, well, currently wasn’t) with her. It lightly floats in the air, and Kim squints at it. The motion almost reminds her of a puppy, although she doesn’t remember the last time a puppy tried to outright kill her by throwing her off of a building. She scrunches her nose at the wisp, “I don’t suppose you’re gonna tell me how I got here, huh?” It doesn’t respond. Figures.
Sighing, Kim opens her fist and studies the crystal in her hand. It’s a deep violet in color, close to the shade of the wisp, but after squinting at it, she doesn’t see anything else out of the ordinary. If this is what she thinks it is, Kim would’ve figured that she’d have gotten some hallucination of a giant dinosaur by now, but since she hasn’t... Well, there’s no other normal explanation for any of this. She frowns and slips the crystal into her other pocket. Time to... do something. Explore would be the most logical answer.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” Kim sighs to herself as she begins walking, cupping her hands around her mouth. “Hello? Is anybody there?” she calls out in her loudest voice possible, “Helloooo?” She drops her hands to her sides. “Sure, Kim, let all the serial killers where you are. Real smart. This is why you’re a teacher,” she grumbles under her breath.
Daily reminder!
I got asked who I admired I said myself I got asked why I said because I’ve saved myself every single time
ultimately i think kindness is the most radical thing you can do with your pain and your anger. it’s like, you take everything awful that’s ever been done to you, and you throw it back in the world’s teeth, and you say no, fuck you, i’m not going to take this.  you say this is unacceptable. you say that shit stops with me.
humans are fucking terrible and this awful world we live in will fucking kill you but if you are kind, if you are brave and clever and try really hard, you can defy it. you can impose on this bleak and monstrous structure something beautiful. even if it’s temporary. even if it doesn’t heal anything inside you that’s been hurt. Â
i’m gonna sleep and i’m gonna wake up and i swear by everything in this deadly horrible universe i’m gonna make someone happy.Â
i’ve seen a number of comments and tags where people feel that they must swallow or repress their anger in order to engage in kindness. that is not at all what i am recommending here. radical kindness is an expression of anger. it is not passive. it is not repressive. it does not require you, in any way, to forgive those that have fucked you up. it does not require you to be quiet.Â
it just requires that you be kind. viciously. vengefully. you fight back. you plant flowers. give to charity. play games. pet someone’s dog. scream into the dark. paint and write and dance, tell jokes, sing songs, bake cookies. you have been hurt and you don’t have to deny that hurt. you just have to recognize it in other people, and take their hand, and say: no more. enough. fuck this. no more.Â
have a cookie.
i will say this again: we are all going to die. the universe is enormous and almost entirely empty. to be kind to each other is the most incredible act of defiance against the dark that i can imagine.Â
stand by me // songs from final fantasy xv {by florence and the machine}