"Excuse me, everyone! Santiago and I will be performing the Steerage Jig from the film Titanic; which we have prepared for in no way, shape or form."
Nine Wonderful Words About Words from 25 things you had no idea there were words for
FIRST KISS: Tatia Pllieva
We asked 20 strangers to kiss for the first time…
This is the loveliest thing.
Oh, I could watch this on a loop for the rest of my life. I love how much kissing and giddy laughter are kind of the same thing. Happy Tuesday, y’all.
I like to think that Howl and Calcifer just sat down and had tea and a chat once in a while. You would too if your fireplace were a sentient fire demon. It’s one of the perks.
(Super late submission to ghibli jam, which I only found out about at 10PM last night (!) Process on twitter.)
Finished this sketchy painting thing! The Wind Rises is gorgeous so I just had to do something haha
i like that we say “oh, man” to express disappointment
because men are disappointing
"As if!" - Clueless (1995)
I’m gonna win seventy-seven arguments that way.
Finn & Archie in 2x04.
This show is beyond amazing.
be good — waxahatchee
It’s unclear now, what we intend
We’re alone in our own world
When time is broke and no proportion kept!
Relentless, I love relentless: relentless
doors and windows unhinged with their ways to open.
Thinking that cannot stop or
that bee-hurry, honey-havoc hive.
Some simple cogs and wheels;
something is always on.
Live sea that cannot stop
breathing, dog chasing its scrap tail, red bird
at the wind, always one flying
from the sky’s china arms. Chatter, ants, television.
I know no place like it. Relentless Earth
and no other way out. Incoherent
as seed and as close to the ground. Someone will come
to dig there with relentless tenderness.
Flowers, in their relentless kept beauty, will wait.
There, disembodied as doubt,
the fog will double in, even try to convince
itself indebted blind, of its own way.
To outdo any word of mouth or maintenance of mind
the dream keeps relentless time.
Dreams keep relentless white air for you to breathe
and without any hope
of departure, they keep the love that will strike its blue match
over and against your heart without bearing broken
from one world to the next. I sleep
out of this inconsolable chaos,
without a roof where there is no proportion
kept, until troubling the abrupt reeled-in hour,
I alone might appear as a matter of fiction
for this relentless will to forever have and have
me again, till it has me, to hold.
— elena karina byrne