eight quotes

Today I am wearing lacy black underwear
For the sole purpose of knowing I am wearing them.
And underneath that?
I am absolutely naked.

And I’ve got skin. Miles and miles of skin;
I’ve got skin to cover all my thoughts
like saran wrap that you can see through
to what leftovers are inside from the night before.

And despite what you might think, my skin is not rough; nor is it bullet proof.
My skin is soft, and smooth, and easily scarred.

But that doesn’t matter, right?

You don’t care about how soft my skin is.
You just want to hear about what my fingers do in the dark.
But what if all they do is crack open windows?
So I can see lightening through the clouds.
What if all they crave is a jungle gym to climb for a taste of fresher air?
What if all they reach for is a notebook or a hand to hold?

But that’s not the story you want.

You are licking your lips and baring your teeth.
Just once I would like to be the direction someone else is going.
I don’t need to be the water in the well.
I don’t need to be the well.
But I’d like to not be the ground anymore.
I’d like to not be the thing people dig their hands in anymore.

Some girls know all the lyrics to each other’s songs.
They find harmonies in their laughter.
Their linked elbows echo in tune.

What if I can’t hum on key?
What if my melodies are the ones nobody hears?
Some people can recognize a tree,
A front yard, and know they’ve made it home.
How many circles can I walk in before I give up looking?

How long before I’m lost for good.
It must be possible to swim in the ocean of the one you love without drowning.
It must be possible to swim without becoming water yourself.
But I keep swallowing what I thought was air.

I keep finding stones tied to my feet.

—  Hannah Baker (Thirteen Reasons Why)
She’s heaven, and it’s not like I didn’t expect her to be heaven, but the particular kind of heaven that she is, I just didn’t see that coming,” Hathaway told Corden, according to Entertainment Tonight. “We’d all be talking, all eight of us, and somebody would have this opinion, and somebody would chime in with this thought, and this, that, and the other and we thought we’d nail the subject, and Rihanna would be sitting back and then she’d go, ‘yeah but the thing is’ and she’d lean forward and just slay us all with the wit and kindness and lovingness and I just love her so much. I really do. Her life is one extended mic drop.
—  Anne Hathaway shares what is was like working with Rihanna on their upcoming movie, Ocean’s Eight

Harry Potter Lockscreens (set of 8)
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Now, don’t you worry about my strength. I have plenty.

When we speak of the wife obeying the husband, we normally think of obedience in military or political terms: the husband giving orders, and the wife obeying them. But while this type of obedience may be appropriate in the army, it is ridiculous in the intimate relationship of marriage. The obedient wife does not wait for orders. Rather, she tries to discern her husband’s needs and feelings, and responds in love. When she sees her husband is weary, she encourages him to rest; when she sees him agitated, she soothes him; when he is ill, she nurses and comforts him; when he is happy and elated, she shares his joy. Yet such obedience should not be confined to the wife; the husband should be obedient in the same way. When she is weary, he should relieve her of her work; when she is sad, he should cherish her, holding her gently in his arms; when she is filled with good cheer, he should also share her good cheer. Thus a good marriage is not a matter of one partner obeying the other, but of both partners obeying each other.
—  St John Chrysostom
Kaede, Maizono and Mioda Friendship Event

Ibuki Mioda: Oooooo, Kaede-chan and Sayaka-chaaaan! Good mornin-nin-nin-ning!

Sayaka Maizono: Good morning, Mioda-san!

Ibuki Mioda: Mhaaaaaa. What a way to start a morning, being hit by a faultless Idol Smile! Seeing this smile for the low price of only 0 yen is like total price destruction!

Kaede Akamatsu: Good morning. You’re cheerful as always.

Ibuki Mioda: The three of us getting together this early in the morning… This must be a sign. Today must be the day a musical revolution will happen inside this academy!

Sayaka Maizono: A… musical revolution?

Ibuki Mioda: Super High School Level Pianist… Super High School Level Idol… and Super High School Level Light Musician!

By clashing and meshing us 3 musicians of different natures…

The heavens call for us to give birth together to the next boom of the musical scene. This will be like the music version of a mixed lunchset of rice, pasta and dumplings!

Kaede Akamatsu: …I don’t think anyone would order this lunchset.

Sayaka Maizono: But I too have been imagining how it would be if I could perform with you all.

I have been wanting to someday appear together with Mioda-san in a music program or to sing following Akamatsu-san accompaniment.

Kaede Akamatsu: Ah, this sounds fun. And a nice opportunity to let many people listen to our music to boot!

Ibuki Mioda: Tahoo, our dreams are expandinglydoo!

Kaede Akamatsu: But as Mioda-san said… our musical genres are way too disconnected.

Sayaka Maizono: Certainly… Akamatsu-san is a pianist who plays Classical Music and Mioda-san used to be a guitarrist in a pop Girl Group…

Ibuki Mioda: And, and, and, and, Sayaka-chan is the center vocal in an idol group!

Breaking up for creative differences even before our formation… would be a really mean-spirited joke. Good thing that’s not happening.

Ghhihihi… Got a feeling that my jam with you too will be, Ibukily speaking, the greatest high.

Kaede Akamatsu: In our case, don’t you think we should try to mismatch our paces, so that instead of killing each other’s music…

we can combine our strong points?

Well, the piano is… all I got.

Sayaka Maizono: You might be right, Akamatsu! I would have the vocal, Akamatsu-san plays the piano…

Ibuki Mioda: And lyrics/compositon: Ibuki Mioda!

Kaede Akamatsu: …………

Sayaka Maizono: …………


Kaede Akamatsu: W-what?

Sayaka Maizono: Do you really think this is fine.

Kaede Akamatsu: … Save me.