Be dreamy. Be the moonlight that flows through your window. Write poems about it, and paint canvases of it. Doodle your magical thoughts on a piece of paper with your favourite pen, write sad melancholies or whimsical thoughts of happiness. Be beautiful. Shine sun-rays from your eyes, stars from your mind and bloom flowers from your heart. Let your soul flow golden and glow silver through the things that make you happy and let your mind cherish the memories that make your mouth beam. Love life with passion, and if you don’t - find the means to. Life is a gift, full of colours and experiences; you just have to find the thing that makes it blossom. ❋


I saw Kubo and the Two Strings today and I loved it! It was gorgeously animated, emotionally engaging and, “Oh my!”

(spoiler alert for people who haven’t seen Kubo and/or Coraline!)

I don’t know if someone already mentioned this, but one interesting thing I just noticed is the similarity between Kubo and Coraline (also from Laika) regarding eyes and parallel universes. The Moon King wants Kubo’s eyes so that he can claim him for his moon realm, and the Other Mother seeks Coraline’s eyes in order to keep her in the Other World. Basically it seems like the kids’ eyes are the key to their souls, which the bad guys want to trap forever in their cold dead domains. I guess this goes along with that saying about eyes being the window into your soul!

Let Me In - Suga/Min Yoongi (BTS) Scenario

A/N: This was inspired by Agust D dropping his mixtape today. Honestly I’m crying just knowing how much of his soul he poured into it. I’m so proud of him and I hope he gains a new sense of peace revealing himself like this. Yoongi is kind and has a beautiful soul he deserves the world.

Every person has two sides - the side that is shown to the world, and the side that is kept tightly shut, locked away and only shown to those truly trusted. 

It’s scary to let someone in…to show them who you truly are behind closed doors, behind shut windows. 

You knew how scary it was. So did he. Which is why you were still locked out, desperately hoping for the day that he’d unravel it all to you. You saw behind his eyes all that he was holding, the burdens that plagued him. 

You wanted to help him. You wanted to ease his pain. But none of that was possible when he kept you at arms length. 

Years of friendship and you had still only scratched the surface with him. You knew he was deeper than what he let on. You knew his thoughts were constantly racing in his mind, his brain never refusing to stop even when he desperately wanted it to. 

But still. He wouldn’t let you in.

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During the whole of a dull, dark, and soundless day in the autumn of the year, when the clouds hung oppressively low in the heavens, I had been passing alone, on horseback, through a singularly dreary tract of country; and at length found myself, as the shades of the evening drew on, within view of the melancholy House of Usher. I know not how it was–but, with the first glimpse of the building, a sense of insufferable gloom pervaded my spirit. I say insufferable; for the feeling was unrelieved by any of that half-pleasureable, because poetic, sentiment, with which the mind usually receives even the sternest natural images of the desolate or terrible. I looked upon the scene before me–upon the mere house, and the simple landscape features of the domain–upon the bleak walls–upon the vacant eye-like windows–upon a few rank sedges–and upon a few white trunks of decayed trees–with an utter depression of soul which I can compare to no earthly sensation more properly than to the after-dream of the reveller upon opium–the bitter lapse into everyday life–the hideous dropping off of the veil. There was an iciness, a sinking, a sickening of the heart–an unredeemed dreariness of thought which no goading of the imagination could torture into aught of the sublime.
—  Edgar Allan Poe, The Fall of the House of Usher (1839)

anonymous asked:

Why people keeps suggesting that Camila or Lauren stare into each other because they have feelings? I have a band and in a lot of my performances I look and interact with my band mates because it's fun, it's part of the show, and almost by inercy. Like I mean, I really dont think about them in any special way when I look at them because I'm distracted by A LOT of things. Lights, sound, tempo, the floor, people recording,etc. I support camren 100% but c'mon guys not everything is about that.

my answer is simple: because eyes are the windows to the soul.

Kaisoo rant

I saw something somewhere like seeing kaisoo previews were so much different from their previews before, like before the scandal that its so out of love and so empty. i can understand the feeling that some people might think that they really ended like that. that dating scandal was legit. TBH, even if lets just say, I am not a Kaisoo shipper, i wont surely bite that scandal thingy. and as a Kaisoo shipper i can say, that their actions after the scandal confirm even more that they are real.
your BFF wont just stay away from you, and act cold towards you just because you get yourself into a relationship. no BFF would look at you just like “Why cant i shout to the world i love you?” if your Bff doesnt have anything romantic for you? Kaisoo is fucking real. no list of documents needed and no need for anything more to prove that. Look at their eyes. it says everything. Eyes is called the window of our soul because it is indeed the mirror of our soul. Look at Kyungsoo’s eyes, it reflects Jongin’s eyes. nothing ever can be compared in this world other than that. Not even SM’s shitty confirmation.
I dont want to see Kaisoo to be pushed too much to act like before because it will be rare these days. and they are supposed to act like that today. and if their hearts stays firm, after this shitty scandal, it will fully reveal to us, their disciples, that they are ready to show us their love openly. Just dont leave this Precious ship. theya re so golden to sink.

Treyarch's story group be like

Jason: “ALRIGHT TEAM FOR BLACK OPS THREE OUR CHARACTERS ARE GOING TO *snorts cocain* BLOW UP THE MOON (again) *spins wheel* COLLECT THE *hits head against wall* SOULS OF THE *shoots heroin* ORIGINAL FOUR CHARACTERS SO THEY CAN *punches Tom Kane* TURN INTO KIDS IN A *takes LSD* MAGICAL HOUSE. ALSO I WANT A *eats glass* CASTLE SOMEWHERE. OH AND DRAGONS *burns Bible* AND *screams in Nolan’s ear* BUBBLEGUM. OH AND THROW IN A *jumps on conference table* MYSTERIOUS SCIENTIST GUY WHO IS ACTUALLY *jumps out window* GOD.”

*Steve rolls eyes*

@agarthan-executioner @acrobber

Perhaps her eyes were a window into her own soul. Holding secrets and telling stories both. Her heart though…is what she truly saw others with. It was the only way she knew how. The only way that mattered.
—  ramblingsofacrazyheart ♡