#artists...

[alisha-barik]

“A Rose”---by Elizabeth, If I can aspire to be one...

“A lovely rose with petals soft... A scent so sweet and light So beautiful a flower With colors shining bright. But something not so savory About the fragrant rose - The thorns, so sharp upon the stem, That sharpen as it grows. Yet still lovely is the flower Despite the thorns that prick Just as life and love are sweet They too have thorns that stick. But do not fear to live or love, Life's not exempt from pain - So pick a rose, you may get hurt, But you will also gain!”

[minidog]

gays who are mcu fans are so brave because they add true nuance and interest to movies where we were given the bare minimum. its a beautiful sight to be seen 

[bazwillendinflames]

A good concept: Simon dying his hair pink (because Penny wanted to prove a point) and Baz not getting enough of his candy floss haired boyfriend

[alisha-barik]

The Waiting Man...

“Patience, he thought. So much of this was patience - waiting, and thinking and doing things right. So much of all this, so much of all living was patience and thinking.

He was still immersed in the dim, wet wonder of the folded wings that might open if someone loved him; he still hoped, probably, in a butterfly's unthinking way, for spring and warmth. How the wings ache, folded so, waiting; that is, they ache until they atrophy.”

[heartsaplenty]

Think he had a good birthday.

The mission was a success.

Just have to.. Get up without waking him.

[alisha-barik]

“I Dreamed a Dream...”---- Claude-Michel Schönberg

When life feels like an apocalypse, what do you do?  Have a wonderful evening, everyone!

“I dreamed a dream in times gone by When hope was high and life worth living I dreamed, that love would never die I dreamed that God would be forgiving Then I was young and unafraid And dreams were made and used and wasted There was no ransom to be paid No song unsung, no wine untasted

But the tigers come at night With their voices soft as thunder As they tear your hope apart As they turn your dream to shame

I had a dream my life would be So different from this hell I'm living So different now from what it seemed Now life has killed the dream I dreamed”

[alisha-barik]

May your verse be your universe! Have a wonderful evening everyone! 

“She lends her pen, to thoughts of him, that flow from it, in her solitary. For she is his poet, And he is her poetry.”