And Thousands L I V E D for It.

a prayer

Les Félins (René Clément), Days of Being Wild (Wong Kar Wai), Malcolm T. Liepke, Gustav Vigeland (Eros and Psyche), Stephan Sinding (Adoration), Soul Eom (kiss, hug and die)

I ran to the Devil, he was waiting.

“She’s the one woman who ever loved him.” - Alex Høgh Andersen.

Committing murder

Connor: *attractively freaks out*

Michaela: *annoyingly, yet cutely freaks out*

Laurel: *doesn’t freak out, was probably born for this*

Wes: *casually burns, decapitates and hides a body*

Be Brave

Has anyone else seen the quote: “I’ve never met a strong person with an easy past?”

I have. On multiple occasions. And although, as a realist, I have some difficulty believing this, I see it everyday without noticing it. I’m not saying there are dragon slayers and knight in shining armor all over the place, but you have to admit that someone who gets up everyday even though they know it’s going to be a shitty day is truly brave.

My point isn’t to define who deserves to be called strong and who doesn’t, because that is a subject that would create too much problems and I don’t think I get to judge anyone, ever. The reason why I stated this was that I wanted to tell everyone how brave they are. Now, don’t go away thinking that I am trying to please your ears. I want to let anyone and everyone who needs it that they are good and strong and that I admire them for being so brave.

As a matter of fact, I will enumerate all the things I think make someone strong. The following are things that takes a lot of my energy and my courage to do, but that I do anyway:

·       You’ve been able to get up in the morning without snoozing you alarm clock.

·       You’ve actually asked a question to the teacher in front of the whole class even though you thought you might sound stupid (which I am pretty sure you didn’t).

·       You have planned you study or your school working time in advance.

·       You have chosen school before going on the internet.

·       You’ve gone to sleep at a reasonable hour (considering the hour you would have to get up).

·       You’ve taken someone’s shit and haven’t tormented yourself afterwards with what you did or what you could’ve done.

I could go on for a while, but I’m guessing you get what I mean. You are strong. You may not think so, but I do and even though I don’t even know you, I care. Know that if anything happened to you, my heart would ache, and I would actually be sad.

And just so you know, although you may not realise it, I am far from the only one who thinks that way.

-The Quiet One

You know nothing, Jon Snow.

And then when the sons of Ragnar had all given up their lives, their troops who had assisted them were dispersed far and wide. And all of them of them who had been with the sons of Ragnar thought that there was no worth in other princes. ~ The Saga of Ragnar Lodbrok

Rhaenys Targaryen - The Dragon of Dorne

Alternate universe where Rhaenys survives the slaughter of her family and goes on to get a dragon of her own? Yes please. Elia and the Martells in general deserved so much better, especially in the show, and I always had a soft spot for Rhaenys. 

A game of Truth or Dare with TWD characters...

Carl: Dad gets dare!

Rick: Oh, I really don't want to play...

Daryl: I got one! Whoever chooses the next song gets to do to Rick whatever the main themes of the lyrics are.

Rick: *Looking around nervously* Come on, I'm going to sit this one out I think...

Negan: *Kicks in front door, runs through living room towards CD player, elbows Carl in the face, stands on Aaron's fingers, knocks over dining table, pushes Daryl through window, jumps on couch, somersaults over Judith, grabs CD of choice, slams it in player*

CD Player: *blasts* SAVE A HORSE, RIDE A COWBOY!

Negan: *smiles and winks at Rick*

a secret code between women: are you safe? in a contact of eyes. i’m here if you need me, the littlest shift of a skirt, of an inclined head, of watching the man who is asking you to smile, bitch. you aren’t alone on the walls of restrooms, i was where you are too. the quiet doling of emergency numbers, the shelters. the space between two women in a largely empty train station. the waiting game of two women strangers who walk, quietly and quickly, to their cars in abandoned parking lots, who watch to be sure the other leaves safely. text me you get home safe. the tally marks of drinks on hidden wrists, carefully disguised as other things ever since men picked up on what it meant and used it to target the “weakest link.” 

my father tells me we have nothing to worry about. last night he sent me one of those email chains that say at the top “Safety Tips For The Women In Your Life!!!! Don’t Let Her Die!!” 

me, and the stranger on the train. she is asleep and the man is asking me who i am going home to. i feel tears pricking the sides of my eyes. i am 13 while he towers over me. he reaches out one hand, and while i don’t know how she knows, she speaks up without opening her eyes: “If you touch my daughter, sir, I will murder you.” Whatever he grumbles is lost in history, because this moment I am so grateful for the existence of other people that I cannot breathe.

I am 19 and on my phone when i become aware of a 13 year old girl is smiling nervously at a man who’s saying disgusting things. I grab her arm. “There you are, cindy,” I say, and then look at the man like he is bile. “Do you need something from my sister?” i ask, and i walk away with her. she cries later.

this is the way of things: a silent, secret web. our promise to each other that despite our differences, when it comes to the wire, we become family, instantly. the unspoken promise. i’m here. i’m watching. i’ll witness.