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northern girl, autumnborn, strange & sparkly, stubbornly full of hope, overemotional optimist, hopeless romantic. has probably touched glitter today.

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rjdaae:

christinedaae I drew a picture for you! :)

sylarthritis:

heroesvs week IV vote

emma

i don't want to see their faces. That look... insensitive eyebrows... 'Oh... she's deaf...'
    But Marilyn discovered only too quickly that her natural endowments, which got her into the movies were not enough to keep her there. A few months and one small part after she’d signed her contract, she was fired.
      Realizing that she needed more than sex appeal for a successful career, Marilyn now started to use her brains to get ahead. For the next two years she studied voice, diction, breathing, and dramatics. Twenty hours a day she concentrated on becoming an actress.
     Luckily, learning has always come easily to her, in spite of the limited encouragement she got while being raised in a Los Angeles orphanage.
     In grammar school she once wrote a paper on Abraham Lincoln which was judged the best of her class. Later, to improve her mind, she read the works of Thomas Wolfe, Leo Tolstoi,Walt Whitman and Albert Schweitzer. Until recently, she was taking an evening course in “Background of Literature” at U.C.L.A. This may surprise the GI who limited Marilyn’s assets to a perfect figure, sexy voice, and a seductive smile.
      Taking dramatic instruction wasn’t accomplished without personal hardships and financial sacrifices. Acting lessons cost money. Lots of it. Paying for them was hardly easy for a girl out of a job, her living dependent on occasional modeling fees. To scrape together enough money for lessons and books, Marilyn restricted herself to two meals a day, made her own clothes, cut expenses whenever and wherever she could.

-“Body and Soul” by Peer J. Oppenheimer for Screen magazine, May 1953

You found me, mouth like a pomegranate
picking flowers in my mother’s field.
An invitation of sorts.
You took it as one and spent five months
thinking about slipping your fingers into my mouth.
I think the Earth changed the day we met,
It had been waiting for you to bare your teeth
and swallow me whole
It had been waiting for the cup of your palm
around my neck except you didn’t have to beg baby
you said “let me show you what flowers look like
from the earth up.”
and I said “yes, please. Show me your flowers,
show me your dead, show me your fingers.”
My mother warned me about gods like you,
hungry, greedy gods like you
all desire and no thought
all want and no logic
I was the same.
I skipped with you into hell
Artemis knows dragged, I know this:
I held my arms outwards and let you tie them
so softly that I asked what they were made of
and you said “prayers.”
We kissed at the entrance, open-mouthed
furious kisses
we kissed like we were starving,
kissed like the dead were crawling out of hell
I decorated your dark with flowers
and sat on your lap and fed you petals.
It makes me burn when they say
“Hades stole Persephone.”

and I tell them “No.
I stole him.”

- Azra.T, “Persephone”  (via 5000letters)

more precious than any jewel in his hoard
When I was sixteen, I made the discovery — love. All at once and much, much too completely. It was like you suddenly turned a blinding light on something that had always been half in shadow, that’s how it struck the world for me. But I was unlucky.

- Tennessee Williams, A Streetcar Named Desire (via larmoyante)

breadfishing:

What if dreams were actually a glimpse into what our alternative selves in other universes were doing?

Track: Jackie's Strength
Artist: Tori Amos
Album: From the Choirgirl Hotel
Plays: 143

yesmusic:

Tori Amos - Jackie’s Strength

lacedheartt:

Evening dress 1887-1889 via MET.

?viwan themes