BREATHE.

❝ SHE HAD OFTEN WISHED FOR A D V E N T U R E , FOR OLD SPELLS AND WICKED KINGS. ❞ind. danielle de barbaracest. 04.01.17as loved by dani

[colinarthurgeoffrey]

8/366 movies: Ever After: A Cinderella Story (1998)

“A bird may love a fish, signore, but where will they live?”

[constantquibbling-deactivated20]

Send me '☯ + a scene from my characters canon' and I will drabble it from my character's POV.

[drxgonfly]

As we walked in fields of gold … (by Claire Saphier)

[thedeepestnight-deactivated2018]

Ask her what she craved, and she’d get a little frantic about things like books, the woods, music. Plants and the seasons. Also freedom.

Nightwoods - Charles Frazier (via thatkindofwoman)

[spiritofscotland-blog1]

                             GOD IN HIS MERCY LEND HER GRACE.   

                                     ––– ind. mary stuart ( written by dani )

[barbaralubirabarbara]

Valentino pre-fall 2015

[mindhuntr]

[fyp-philosophy]

You were born with potential. You were born with goodness and trust. You were born with ideals and dreams. You were born with greatness. You were born with wings. You are not meant for crawling, so don’t. You have wings. Learn to use them and fly.

Rumi (via wordsnquotes)

[uhminuh]

i just wanna give a shout out to ever after: a cinderella story for being, even almost 20 years later, a fucking delight. 

[utopianwings]

STARTER CALL for this lovely butterfly. <3 

[introspectivepoet]

Believe that the world is an ethereal flower, and ye live.

Jack Kerouac, The Dharma Bums (via introspectivepoet)

[starsintheskyeeeeeee-deactivate]

I have not slept for fear I would wake to find all this a dream. 

[hayesallies]

caitlin stasey on please like me

[b-ookquotes]

You wouldn’t abandon ship in a storm just because you couldn’t control the winds.

Thomas More, Utopia (via b-ookquotes)

[utopianwings]

❝ SHE HAD OFTEN WISHED FOR A D V E N T U R E , FOR OLD SPELLS AND WICKED KINGS. ❞ // danielle de barbarac, cinderella of ever after ( written by dani ) 

[utopianwings]

JULIETTE PELLETIER ( gracewritten ):

                she turns dark eyes upon the ground ,     unable to look her new queen in the eye and   lie .     she wants to be happy .     she is not the sort of person to accept   sadness ,     because she likes to make other people happy ,     and this betrothal shall certainly do so                            it is just   she   that is unhappy .     and it is   she   who must bear it all .         ❛      it is not that ,     your grace .     i                               i have never been apart from my family before .     i should not like to be an ocean away from them .     i do not want to see my little sister now ,     a   child ,     and the next time i see her ,     she will be   grown .     i’d like to see it happen .     to   guide   her as our older sister never did for me .     and     …     i’m   frightened ,     your grace .     england has never been kind to its foreign queens.       ❜

           This, Danielle can understand, almost. Understand like a philosopher watches the stars and thinks of how they burn and brighten and fade in the night sky. From afar, from a distance. Wishing. Hoping that she could one day reach forward and touch tip of finger to the sharpest edge, the north-most point, and understand, for once, what it is to SHINE. But the stars were not within her reach. Juliette, however was. Danielle could not place herself in her friend’s ( and she dares to call her a friend ) circumstance –– but perhaps she does not need to, to be of help. “ I am sorry that you will not see your sister grow... ” She keeps her voice SOFT ( hough it is hardly ever anything but ). “ It is not my place to make promises I can not keep, and I cannot promise your safety at English court... But I can say that for as long as I am married to Henry, I will always be a word’s distance away, if you may need a friend. If that is of any consequence, or comfort to you. ” 

[words-and-coffee]

How can anyone be silly enough to think himself better than other people, because his clothes are made of finer woolen thread than theirs. After all, those fine clothes were once worn by a sheep, and they never turned it into anything better than a sheep.

Thomas More, Utopia (via words-and-coffee)