When people talk about David Tennant, they tend to talk a lot about Doctor Who or Good Omens, or if they have really, really good taste, his Scrooge McDuck.
Not enough people are talking about this two minute video of him selling a car for charity. This is David Tennant’s finest hour right here, people.
there's a blackbird perched on the roof above my window singing his little heart out to the still audience of foredawn and maybe life is about earnestly putting meaning into the emptiness around you
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Disclaimer: This is a suggestion. Feel free to modify it to your needs. I am both chronically ill and mentally ill, so I regularly modify my cleaning plans to be more accessible to me. Just do your best and it will work out :)
Multiple times a day:
Once a day:
1-2 times a week:
1-2 times a month:
Occasionally:
yes girl you are so [if i loved you less i might be able to talk about it more] [hands are unbearably beautiful] [i'll take care of you it's rotten work not to me not if it's you] [if you are intolerable let me be the one to tolerate you] [i could recognise him by touch alone] [i love you i want us both to eat well] [on purpose i love you on purpose] [whatever our souls are made of his and mine are the same] [i am half agony half hope] [you have bewitched me body and soul and i love love love you] [he is half of my soul as the poets say] [i'm sick of people saying that love is all a woman is fit for but i'm so lonely] [i love you most ardently] [let me stay tender hearted despite despite despite] [someone has to leave first this is a very old story there is no other version of this story] [mostly i want to be kind] [tell me how all this and love too will ruin us] [you said i killed you haunt me then] [someone somewhere can you understand me a little love me a little] [i will love you as misfortune loves orphans as fire loves innocence and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong] [sorry about the blood in your mouth i wish it was mine] [who will come into my kitchen and be hungry for me] can we kiss now
steaming coffee, smudged lipstick, chocolate, rose gardens, nose kisses, misted windows, stormy mornings, fuzzy blankets, leather jackets, dried flowers between pages, soft fairy lights, heart-shaped lockets, art galleries
babygirl help i've fallen down the internet rabbit hole of parasitic Pholisma plants and my roots are being consumed
[grabs your shirt] listen. listen to me. the practical is holy. the everyday is sacred. the simple act of surviving is divine. do you get it? sanctity begins at home, in the hands that build and the lives we live and the deaths we die and the worms that eat our bodies. if making something by hand is not worthy of veneration then nothing is.
life goes something like this: you meet the best and the worst of yourself in other people. you come to terms that you are the universe experiencing itself. you get overwhelmed at 3 am being so close to seeing through the veil. you get what you give. and then, the next morning, you do it all over again, all over again, all over again.
Drug and alcohol addiction
I want you to tell me about your favourite book, your passions, your favourite artists, the music you listen to late at night when nobody else is awake and the world is silent. I love listening to you and seeing you talking to me enthusiastically about what you like. Keep sharing with me every thing that makes you happy or sad or angry and never stop, because your soul is so beautiful that I fell in love with it.
i guess love is seeing anything even remotely close to someone and instantly thinking about them, like your eyes are always trying to find a piece of them in everything you see
If it’s so easy for us to believe in the “universe” why is it so hard to believe in God? If we can easily personify the universe by believing that it speaks to us, guides us, and determines our fate, why do you we have such a hard time believing that there is an intimate God who created all things, a God who speaks to us, a God who desires to know us, a God who loves us, and a God who holds our very lives in the palm of His hand? How is it that we can be so quick to give glory to the creation and not to the Creator Himself? Why is it so hard for us to simply believe?
The intimacy of showing something you made to anyone. Unfathomable. Letting someone read something you wrote, hear something you recorded, see something you made, showing them this piece of your heart you have made tangible. How do you do it, and not think about it forever. Any time anyone shows me anything they have created, a piece of them remains with me forever, and a piece of my heart belongs solely to them.
movie: youth in revolt // sunrise by louise glück // sign of the times - harry styles // little weirds by jenny slate // letter to a young poet by rainer maria rilke // more than this by patrick ness // abundance by amy schmidt // after life by rhian ellis
movie: youth in revolt // sunrise by louise glück // sign of the times - harry styles // little weirds by jenny slate // letter to a young poet by rainer maria rilke // more than this by patrick ness // abundance by amy schmidt // after life by rhian ellis
