here's to the fools who dream
littledeviantsworld-deactivated
Biting is a love language. No i will not elaborate.
Amy, writing in her diary with a glitter gel pen: I'm losing my sense of humanity. Nothing matters. God is dead. There's blood on my hands.
It’s Thursday!
Reblog to feed Pudge the fish a peanut butter sandwich so he’ll make the weather nice
HEARTBREAKING: Poor girl has to get out of the soft warm bed even though she is so so so so comfy
no, not the artful postures of love, not playful and poetical games of love for the amusement of an evening, but love that… overthrows life. unbiddable, ungovernable - like a riot in the heart and nothing to be done, come ruin or rapture.
SHAKESPEARE IN LOVE 1998, dir. John Madden
Source: anyataylorjoy
chloesevignies
when sharon tate said:
“I'd like to be a fairy princess — a little golden doll with gossamer wings, in a voile dress, adorned with bright, shiny things. I see that as something totally pure and beautiful. Everything that's realistic has some sort of ugliness in it. Even a flower is ugly when it wilts, a bird when it seeks its prey, the ocean when it becomes violent. I'm very sensitive to ugly situations. I'm quick to read people, and I pick up if someone's reacting to me as just a sexy blonde. At times like that, I freeze. I can be very alone at a party, on the set, or in general, if I'm not in harmony with things around me.”
i felt that
chloesevignies
when sharon tate said:
“I'd like to be a fairy princess — a little golden doll with gossamer wings, in a voile dress, adorned with bright, shiny things. I see that as something totally pure and beautiful. Everything that's realistic has some sort of ugliness in it. Even a flower is ugly when it wilts, a bird when it seeks its prey, the ocean when it becomes violent. I'm very sensitive to ugly situations. I'm quick to read people, and I pick up if someone's reacting to me as just a sexy blonde. At times like that, I freeze. I can be very alone at a party, on the set, or in general, if I'm not in harmony with things around me.”
i felt that
My music taste is the reason I have a god complex
Simping over fictional characters is not enough. They need to come to life and kiss my forehead when I'm feeling sad.
“She dreamed about escaping. That was all she dreamed about — escape.”
— Paris, Texas (1984)
