Stitching A Call Me By Your Name Frame And Listening To Hozier

Someone once told me to always live for 5 am sunrises and 5 pm sunsets, where you'll see colors in the sky that usually doesn't belong.

Live for the road trips and bike rides, with music in ears and wind in hair.

Live for the days when you're surrounded by your favourite people who make you realise that world is not a cold harsh place.

Live for the little things.

- A good old friend of mine.

what is it about female villains that make sapphics go buck wild... bitches read macbeth once and dedicate themselves to their new queen, lady macbeth.

its me, i'm bitches.

Out of context spoilers

Winter Adventurecore Things

Lots of layers

Ears red from cold

Examining animal prints in the snow

Quiet and majestic snowy forests

Using snowed-in days for studying nature/survival

Thermoses with tea, coffee or hot chocolate

Coming home to your fireplace on, a movie and some soup

Sledding/snowboarding

Moving as quietly as you can through crunchy snow

The feeling of coming inside after being in the cold for a long time and your rosy cheeks getting warmer

Cross country skiing

REALLY warm hugs

Big scarves instead of big capes

Taking breaks to make snow Angel's

vibes of that experimental time in animated kids movies: alt indie, gay, STRONG aesthetic, weirdly dark, epic world-building, gay again, found family as fuck, demon ladies, cat ladies, father issues, SHIPS AND STUFF

idk what was UP with this time period, but I want to embody whatever these vibes were into my very soul

forgiveness not so hard, nor anger long;

our graves will be less deep, our lies less true.

You held aloft the sword.

I still love y

The poem is ‘Icarus Hypothesis Love’ by the wonderful @flightlesskiwi

slowly turning into a sea creature

Katara and sokka in traditional Inuit tattoos

some of the rawest quotes from the priory of the orange tree are:

“No woman should be made to fear that she was not enough.”  

“We may be small, and we may be young, but we will shake the world for our beliefs.” 

“That is the problem with stories, child. The truth in them cannot be weighed.”  

“You have not seen death, my lord. You have only seen the mask we put on it.”  

“Piety can turn the power-hungry into monsters,’ Ead said. ‘They can twist any teaching to justify their actions.”

and my personal favourite:

“You wear so much armour by daylight that, by night, you can carry it no longer. By night, you are only flesh. And even the flesh of a queen is prone to fear. In darkness, we are naked. Our truest selves. Night is when fear comes to us at its fullest, when we have no way to fight it. It will do everything it can to seep inside you. Sometimes it may succeed - but never think that you are the night.”