We are nothing but a little tragedy

[hiraimz]

momo x move special stage 

[insteadofdisappearing]

Waving the white flag / sending my love back

[mr-superficial]

Thank You Naya Rivera for Santana Lopez

[sexyyuglyy]

[hiraimz]

🌈twice lowkey supporting the lgbt community 🏳️‍🌈

[hiraimz]

🌈☺️

[hiraimz]

☺️

[hiraimz]

https://twitter.com/misayeon/status/1132235560867598336?s=21 💕💕

misa •͈ᴗ•͈ on Twitter

“NaJeongMiChaeng - Born This Way 😭😭😭😭 https://t.co/R3RoymyQmo”

[hiraimz]

https://twitter.com/misayeon/status/1274850903380680708?s=21

[hiraimz]

[tvv1ce]

twice :: more&more #1

[userorgana]

More & More(2020)

[hiraimz]

MOMO x TWICE “MORE & MORE”

[hiraimz]

TWICE “MORE & MORE” M/V TEASER *THE DANCE BREAK* MOMO FOCUS

[hiraimz]

World of Boo

[insteadofdisappearing]

there is only me and you and the thing that is trying to swallow us. in every version of the story there is a fire: here, burning clothes in the backyard. here, throwing matches at the home i don’t live in anymore. again and the highway between our bodies, gone. on the train, a man tells you he is an angel and jumps off the platform. over the screaming, you tell me you’re starting to think there really is a god, like capital g God. like something that isn’t here to hurt us, just to watch us hurt. honey, you just want something to blame besides yourself. i get it, i’m tired too but is there any room for safety between the disaster of our bodies? if there is a light then i am going to swallow it. if there is a god then i’m going to make him cry.

blasphemies at 5th street station || s.o. (via insteadofdisappearing)

[insteadofdisappearing]

Waving the white flag / sending my love back

[hiraimz]

MOMO x Goodbye 

[hiraimz]

MOMO x solo dance break 🔥

[peachpitgirl]

I’m reading this book called ‘remember be here now’ and it’s really fucking me up

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[artificialmonsters]

the other day i read about somebody who fixed a butterfly’s wings and it made me want to cry.

ciara, i can’t think about such tenderness without flinching away. you taught me how to throw knives in self-defence and now i can only anticipate violence.

ciara, i cried in front of a room full of strangers and when they came closer to hold me, i wanted to scream. i don’t know how to let others touch me without being afraid of hurting. like all of me is an exposed wound that i can’t let anyone put their fingers on. it’s easier to live in fight-or-flight than have the strength to hope.

i’ve been dreaming of drowning, ciara. i dream i’m in a glass tank and everyone outside is taking photographs. capturing how i look as i try to punch through the glass. anger makes for good art. collateral damage is often worth it. i wake up with bruised fists. i am a warning sign, a tense guitar string ready to snap, a red blinking light. i almost understand why they would watch instead of breaking the glass and risking a flood.

i don’t know how to uncurl these fists. to let someone touch my hands as gently as a butterfly’s wing. to let them look at my jagged edges as something other than a threat. to believe i’m injured, not damaged.

i saw someone reach out the other day. i let them hold on to me. i became more anchor than someone drowning. i think i’m scared to admit kindness lies closer than expected. that i’ve already made space for it.

[woolfdyke-deactivated20201127]

famous last words that make me go feral and tender at the same time

— “Happy.” Raphael (1520)

— “I’m still learning.” Michelangelo (1564)

— “A great leap in the dark.” Thomas Hobbes (1679)

— “It has all been most interesting.” Mary Wortley Montagu (1762)

— “Now is not the time for making new enemies.” Voltaire, when asked by a priest to renounce Satan before his death (1778)

— “Go live in the country. Stay in mourning for two years, then remarry, but choose somebody decent.“ Alexander Pushkin, Russian poet, to his wife (1837)

— "Take courage, Charlotte; take courage.” Anne Brontë, to her sister Charlotte Brontë (1849)

— "I must go in, for the fog is rising.“ Emily Dickinson (1886)

— "Now comes the mystery.“ Henry Ward Beecher (1887)

— "Pull up the shades; I don’t want to go home in the dark.“ O. Henry (1910)

— "Swing low, sweet chariot." Harriet Tubman (1913)

— "It’s very beautiful over there." Thomas Edison (1931)

— "I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been." Virginia Woolf to her husband (1941)

— "Are you happy? I’m happy." Ethel Barrymore (1959)

— "I love you. Sleep well, my sweetheart. Please don’t worry too much." Rob Hall, to his wife (1996)

— "A life is like a garden. Perfect moments can be had, but not preserved, except in memory.” Leonard Nimoy (2015)

— "I want to be with Carrie." Debbie Reynolds (2016)