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Hazel Scott playing two pianos at the same damn time with ease
Hazel Scott was a musical sorcerer and a civil rights hero. She:
was admitted to Julliard at 8.
was performing in top venues by 16.
pioneered “swinging the classics” and made the equivalent of a million dollars a year doing it.
was the first person of color to have their own national TV show.
went to Hollywood but refused to be cast as a “singing maid.” Demanded and got control over her casting, her wardrobe, and how footage featuring her was cut.
refused to perform in segregated venues and led charges for integration in several northern cities, notably Spokane.
She was brought down by the House Committee on Unamerican Activities, and has been largely forgotten. But she was a sorcerer, and a hero.
@theladyragnell
Let’s un-forget her.
Find someone who pays attention. Who runs their fingers over your every scar; and asks where each one came from. Find someone who knows how you like your coffee; what song makes you want to roll the windows down and slam on the gas pedal. Find someone who takes in your smallest details; who notices the things you thought no one ever would. And then…when you find them… Be their someone, too.
a paragraph about falling in love, deep3snplottwists (via wnq-writers)
i think i had an aneurysm because of HOW MUCH CUTE IS HERE
A post about romantic relationships
so I’ve been in a relationship for 5 years now. And I see a lot of posts about how people think relationships mean having butterflies forever, your heart beating faster when they walk into a room, about cuddling together every night, legs intertwined, that you’d be so happy to live together you’d sleep on a double bed with each other every night.
And its not really like that, at least not to me.
You stop getting the butterflies when you live together. Your heart no longer speeds up when you see them, but instead, everything calms down. When youre in the room with them, you feel calm, and secure. When you cuddle them you feel your heart beat slow, and the sound of their breathing carry you towards comfort. It doesnt feel like a roller coaster anymore, it feels like home.
You don’t sleep curled up with each other every night, legs twisted between theirs so tight its hard to tell where yours begin and theirs end.
Instead, you sleep comfortably, side by side, sometimes facing different directions. But every night, you find yourself scooting backwards on the bed so you bump into them. You snuggle against their arm, or stroke their hair as they fall asleep. There are nights when my boyfriend, in his sleep, reaches around me and pulls me to him, like a child with his teddybear, like I am his comfort.
In the wee hours of the morning before the dawn breaks, when the world is blue and you see through cracked eyes, you curl into their chest and inhale their scent before drifting back to sleep.
Kisses aren’t always romantic and firey anymore. But there are so much more of them now. There are cold kisses when you’re eating ice cream in the summer, and sticky kisses over breakfast pancakes. There’s “im leaving now” kisses, and “one more kiss before you go” kisses. There’s sleepy morning kisses before work, when you don’t remember the alarm going off but instead the press of their lips against yours is what brings you into the day.
There’s kisses before sleep, and, you are so sweet with the things you do kisses. There’s kisses because you treat animals so tenderly, and I’m so glad i’m with you and not someone else kisses. There’s quick kisses in the aisles of the grocery store, when its loud and you gravitate together, when instead of having your own personal space and their own personal space, its both of yours together, and you step into their chest to take up less area together.
You don’t always text each other with confessions of love and care like you used to, because that’s a given now, and you’ve moved on to quirky inside jokes about the life youve built together. You share looks of exasperation and amusement in public, your own little world against the outside one.
Relationships aren’t always a fairy tale. They’re not always fireworks and sparks, at least, after the start.
But they are a quiet rhythm and hum of love and care. It’s not a fire in your soul, but one in your hearth, keeping you warm and comfortable, comforting you as you drowsily drift into sleep.
And I love that.
What if it bites me and it dies?
that means you’re poisonous. jesus christ, nate, learn to read.
What if it bites itself and I die?
It’s voodoo.
What if it bites me and someone else dies?
That’s correlation, not causation.
what if we bite each other and neither of us die
that’s kinky
oh my god
this is still my favorite text post collaboration ever
reblog, reblog, reblog 100 times over
me: see's hp fanart with a pale blonde and brunett
me:.....
me: WHICH ONE IS IT ?!
There’s so much more to life than finding someone who will want you, or being sad over someone who doesn’t. There’s a lot of wonderful time to be spent discovering yourself without hoping someone will fall in love with you along the way, and it doesn’t need to be painful or empty. You need to fill yourself up with love. Not anyone else. Become a whole being on your own. Go on adventures, fall asleep in the woods with friends, wander around the city at night, sit in a coffee shop on your own, write on bathroom stalls, leave notes in library books, dress up for yourself, give to others, smile a lot. Do all things with love, but don’t romanticize life like you can’t survive without it. Live for yourself and be happy on your own. It isn’t any less beautiful, I promise.
Emery Allen (via perrfectly)
If I don’t make you happy, I want you to go. If you don’t get the biggest feeling of relief when my name comes up on your screen, I want you to go. If arguing with me and thinking about even a chance of losing me doesn’t fuck up your breathing pattern, then I want you to go. If there’s the slightest bit of doubt that I’m the one for you, I want you to fucking go. If waking up to missed calls from me because you’ve ignored me the night before doesn’t make you feel the lowest you felt, then I want you to go. If I take up too much of your time and you don’t feel like you’re doing the things you want to, then I want you to go. If the thought of my skin touching someone else’s and my voice saying another name doesn’t make you clench your teeth and fill with resentment, I want you to go. If you’ve said sorry so many times that even your subconscious knows, I want you to go. If the only time you ever say you’re in love with me is either when my clothes are off or I tell you I want to leave, I want you to go. If you can look at me in the eyes and tell me you didn’t fuck her, I want you to please go. If you’re physically capable of letting me stay up all night and wait for you while you go and do something that you know will make me feel less of myself then I want you to go.
and if you can’t love me enough to go, I get it completely.
wow i was fucked up..
It hasn’t been easy. I had to learn how to love myself, how to love my messy hair and tired eyes. I had to do everything on my own, not that I had any choice in the matter. It was the hardest thing I have ever had to do, but my god was it worth it because in the end the only person you really have is yourself and if you don’t love you, who will?
4am (via 4am-reflections)
I want much more than this provincial life I want adventure in the great wide somewhere I want it more than I can tell And for once it might be grand to have someone understand I want so much more than they’ve got planned
me: i don’t really care about all these disney live action remakes disney:
me:
I fucking hate it when you’re in such a fantastically giddy mood and then you see one simple little thing that makes you think, “oh” and then you just get this empty feeling in your chest and you get nauseous and the world just crumbles and you want to just lay under a blanket and close your eyes and fall asleep and never wake up.
“Silly, aren’t we?” “What?” She turns to him. “To believe that we can grow flowers from the pain and sadness we bury deep in our bones.”
Lukas W. // Forgotten Words #113 // “You can’t grow a garden from the sadness you bury in your soul.” (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
sorry I wasn’t in the mood to be a person today, sorry I forgot to keep a conversation, sorry my soul needs ironing. give me a moment, a day or a so. it’ll be good. I’ll brush my hair and change my clothes. I’ll laugh a lot. I’ll say important things. it’ll be good.
I'd very much like to punch a feminist.
I’d never, ever hurt a lady but I’d be happy to punch a feminist. It’d bring me great joy.
I’m 6’2 and weigh 180lbs
ready when you are
Or if you’d like to have some more options….
I’m 6’4” 228 pounds and have 9 years of combined martial arts training and 3 years of being a Line Backer in football. Just in case you are looking for variety.
what about a lady and a feminist. warning, combatives certified soldier.
im tiny, i’m like 5′4 and 130 lbs but u can fight me too
Reblogging for the last one cuz that’s adorable
tHE LAST ONE. LOOK AT THAT FACE. I CANT. TOO PRECIOUS. SO HAPPY. TOO GR8 FOR THIS WORLD.