if I cannot fly, let me sing. ♡if I wasn't tough, I wouldn't be here.if I wasn't gentle, I wouldn't deserve to be here.♡if not to hunger for the meaning of it all, then tell me what a soul is for?♡if my immortal soul is lost to me, something yet remains. I remain. ♡ a passionate, fragmentary girl; she stood in desperate music wound; voice of a bird, heart like a house; the ghost at the end of the song.♡ Jessica Lynn 🕊❀ paypal ❀
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Nat King Cole - Autumn Leaves - Sings For Two In Love - 1955
im into some fucked up shit. raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens. brown paper packages tied of with strings. i could go on but you couldnt even handle it
Maybe it's time to have a little faith, Dean. ↳ Sam Winchester
Supernatural | S1 EP12 : Faith
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LOVE ON TOUR – Reggio Emilia (7/22) Final thank you speech
if i harry post here even though i have lost my entire harries audience
Please do not fear for me. I have no fear myself. The old monsters are gone. The old curses have echoed to silence. And if my immortal soul is lost to me, something yet remains. I remain..
PERIOD DRAMA APPRECIATION WEEK DAY 6: Favorite Character ↳ EVA GREEN as VANESSA IVES | Penny Dreadful (2014-2016)
i would like to introduce you all to my adorable and tiny boyfriend, viktor
my favorite genre of women is running from creepy castles/houses
A locket Humphrey Bogart gave Lauren Bacall has a new owner.
The gold locket, which is heart-shaped and inscribed with the words “Baby/heres my heart/Bogie,” is set with a simulated garnet and has openings for two pictures inside. A buyer paid $57,150 for the locket at a Julien’s Auctions sale of Hollywood memorabilia, nearly three times its highest pre-sale estimate of $20,000. There was a total of 23 bids for the piece. (sept.2023)
i spent over an hour combing through my other blog’s drafts and found a bunch of stray pretty posts that i wanted to transfer here, so i opened them all in separate tabs and deleted them from my old drafts, and went to log in here to save them anew, and instead my browser kicked me out and it’s set to automatically clear history when you exit, so i lost them all forever. this is an extremely silly, ultimately inconsequential problem but. come on.
What’s his name? Pyewacket
BELL BOOK AND CANDLE dir. Richard Quine
“All I want is silence, for myself and for the selves I used to be, a silence like the magical cottage in the forest that lost children find in fairy tales.”
— Extracting the Stone of Madness by Alejandra Pizarnik
“and they called it puppy love” 🐾
lovely 1916 halloween illustration
someday i will stop checking my other blog for ghoulishness but unfortunately that was not today
how many of them would tell people to their faces that they think there is no sanctity of life and no such thing as innocents and that certain groups deserve to be erased from existence in the most violent ways possible? or do they reserve that for their cowardly hot takes on their blogs for dopamine hits from other ghouls? never regarding the expense to anyone else because they have lost their capacity to be humane.
they actually sit there and say people should be exterminated and then don’t think they’re fascists. fascinating. idk what’s worse, if my dash is uniquely evil, or if everyone is seeing this but just accepting it.
i would never say these things about people anywhere, including all the ones i disagree with. i wouldn’t say it about the insurrectionists who stormed the capitol on jan. 6th even though they’re virulently hateful and a danger to society, because wishing torture and slaughter on people is bad? but they will say it out loud about literal children???
edit: too many people on this horrible website and elsewhere across the worldwide web have proven themselves incapable of condemning this bigotry and heinous acts because they’re so steeped in their hatred and echo chambers of outrage that they have sacrificed all sense of reason and empathy, it is despicable and devastating to see it. they lust for blood and violent death because they are insulated from it and egotistically believe they will never experience it and have the right to dole it out without fear. but being heartbroken is a strength they will never comprehend.
Kindness, Naomi Shihab Nye
This is Stephan. He just wants to help
i am so sorry you all have to deal with angsty posts here as i situate myself, but as an extremely sensitive people pleaser, i was mentally sort of always trying to do my best to reach out to others and even cater certain things for them, especially once my blog grew in size, which led to my more widespread interactions, influxes of messages, anons, etc - and so now, because of having to retreat from and even to a degree fear (or at best feel wary/uncomfortable) continuing some of those interactions, i feel a horrendous sense of…guilt? sorrow, yes, but i also feel awful. i cut off those anons who came to me with whatever, which isn’t their fault but was a protective choice to guard from potential outside harm, but i also left behind people i love and adore and considered precious in my life, not because that ended up not being true, but because the trust got shattered. and i know that some of them would be so hurt if they found out i moved spaces, and it weighs on me, because the last thing in the world i ever want is to do that, is to hurt friends that i love. it’s a horrible feeling. and my mom told me it’s not my fault and i have to have boundaries (i am very bad at boundaries) and trust my instincts and protect my peace however i can…but i still feel so bad and anxious at the potential of hurting someone, even though i myself was hurt. fun times in jessie’s brain 🙃
snoopy is literally me (lover of space, music, and silliness)
Jane Eyre Random House, 1943 Woodcut by Fritz Eichenberg
“oh, since the day i saw you i have been waiting for you. you know i will adore you ‘til eternity.”
Gene Tierney reading a script on the set of Sundown (1941)
PRIDE & PREJUDICE (2005) dir. Joe Wright
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