Yeeeaaaaaahhhhh… i couldn’t help it….
I’m not used to share my playlists and there’s enough of them here, but I am so proud of these ones and love how they turned out to be, so I decided to post them. Enjoy? (Requires Spotify account)
The Baptist
The Siren
The Wolf
The Father
Since dust is partly made of human cells, an old library isn’t just a collection of books but also a collection of the people who walk through it
reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)
me: dress how you want!! gender is fake!!! nothing matters!!!!!!
trans person: i like gender tho
me: hell yeah i respect that!!!! i apologize and don’t mean to dismiss your identity with my optimistic nihilism!!!!!!!
Brie Larson and Tessa Thompson at the Avengers: Endgame Premiere
no straight roads writing prompts.
“ the biggest change can come from the most unexpected individual. “
“ if i were you, i would swallow my pride. “
“ they can’t do this to us! it’s not cool! super not cool! “
“ ____… if i could see your face, i’d punch it. “
“ i hate to say this… but i think you might be onto something. “
“ hmm. that is fascinating—your limited aspirations, your misplaced efforts. “
“ your intellect is surprisingly shallow, as everyone else’s is. “
“ you have barely, barely scratched the surface of my brilliance! i am done stopping to your level of idiocy! “
“ you better believe it! i’m not stopping ‘til i claim my fame! “
“ you think you’re better than me?! “
“ we have the force to deal with the likes of you! we fight with order, and you have no place in our system. “
“ if that’s what you stand for, then i want no part of your stupid regiment! “
“ did you have to punch the TV, though? we don’t have money to spend on another one. “
“ our revolution is set on a long and difficult path, so sacrifices must be made for the greater good. “
“ ah, you’re so mean! how could you not take me seriously? look at me! “
“ hey, how about you come down here and face me! “
“ i’m too cute to fight! “
“ aren’t these ones and zeroes wonderful? through them, i can link my feelings with all my fans around the world! “
“ i’ve made up my mind! get out! you’re no longer welcomed here! “
“ why that door sure looks inviting! “
“ i’m just here to receive your apology. come on, i don’t have all day! “
“ you’re always like that, angry only! “
“ you only won because i let you. “
“ okaaaay, i’m sensing a lot of anger here… “
“ you need to speak up! the acoustics here isn’t designed for speech clarity! “
“ i hate you all! i so hate you all! “
“ oh you’re still talking? why don’t you come here and say that to my face! bring it! BRING IT! “
“ hey! i’m crashing your party! hello? ____! “
“ you mess with my troops, you mess with me! “
“ just as i thought, you share none of my artistic perception. “
“ we can save each other, as today, we celebrate your redemption, ____. “
“ open your mind, sink into my gaze, and let yourself be born again! “
“ you do not deserve this. you do not deserve any of this! “
“ you are one of them, ____! you fear me! as you should. “
“ everything is nothing. why should i continue to entertain this void? “
“ ____, i’m sorry. i’m sorry i couldn’t be the person you wanted me to be. “
“ i’m not like you. i wish i was, but i’m not. “
“ you don’t need anyone else to complete you. you complete yourself. “
“ you have always been stronger than me. if anyone can do it, it’s you, ____. “
“ one, i didn’t ask for your admiration. two, take responsibility for your own stupid actions. and three, never have heroes, ____. “
“ never have heroes, ____. believe me, you’ll have fewer disappointments. “
“ did my loyalty mean nothing to you? not even a little bit? “
“ listen here, ____. i don’t give a damn about you, understand? i owe you nothing. “
“ i don’t deserve any hero’s welcome. not after all the things i’ve done. “
Valuable Chart
Natasha Romanoff + arrow necklace
i am twenty this year and that terrifies me
There'll be a moment when you realise you're 27 when yesterday you were just 17; and you wouldn't be able to tell how a decade passed away and your life got divided into before and afters. The fury of youth will subdue and nothing will really change but everything will feel different when you look at old photographs and blurry videos taken on cheap mobile phones. Scents will remind you of childhood and certain friends you don't talk to anymore, hangouts will become reunions and mom's burnt pie will become the best food you ever had. And I know on some days you won't be able to show anything of those 10 years but I hope you remember to breathe, and let go of the knot in your chest. I hope you go out in the sun and live a little, because tomorrow is 37.
Edit- I added the visualizer for this piece on my YT, check it out here
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The Flesh I Burned