laughter is my gut reaction to witnessing pretty much anything i find unbelievable and i’m counting down the days until it causes problems. i remember once i had a teacher who was screaming at someone and she said to them “in this classroom, i am god” and not laughing was the most difficult thing i’ve ever done
she’s falling through the atmosphere shattering onto the earth like
cascading stars scattering stardust fresh from heaven a baby at war this is just the beginning she is completely out of control untamed and inspiring a ruby glow inferno i will never let you go she spins her lucid Alice in Wonderland imagination into a live playground spiraling down the chorus of cosmos
a crown of flowers wrapped around her head the sweet perfume of daisies dripping down her neck she inherited a palace a dainty treehouse in the woods and she would sit and drink tea and read books like she should good night and sweet women, gourmet, and wine serenity and life there is a kingdom inside
every time you open your mouth I see fireflies of luscious language flow forth like radiating confetti like that golden helmet on your marvelous mercury mind …i see you wield words like they are ingredients in spellbooks and you feel alone with your thoughts and you don’t know what’s louder, the world outside or the chaos within the madness created by your twin and you write invitations with your mind to birthdays that lead to wonderland and poetry tea mixed inside ~ i can hear and see and feel your voice everywhere
she writes poetry on sheets of moonlight with a pen that pours out ink from the whole night sky it’s her creamy words made of moisture beads and dreamy composition, she can create an orchestra with lunar lyrics and love notes written by the stars
everything i see in the world it all comes back to you because you are my mother, my lover my daughter and my sister i can hear the stars whisper stay wild my dear moon child
if i was a psychic i’d say to a leo that their heart was carrying too much weight. i’d say you are so involved in the moment that i can hear the violins of your heart playing and you leave it wide open and that this is your curse and your gift. i know you go home and you can’t stop leaking you can’t stop leaking the gods are watching you crying but
those tears that fell down the cheeks of great leos like napoleon, max
heindel, amelia earheart, helena blavatsky and carl jung are the ones glistening from your eyes the gods know how marvelous you are ~ even when you can’t shine
shaking and rapidly exhaling, don’t crush your wings against the weight of your own mind they were so perfectly, pleasantly, patiently crafted like the way you use your hands to delicately thread and rewire and repair they are like instruments the way they touch everything and leave a frosted glaze i always know when you have been because you leave nothing behind like you want to be invisible
she rises from the aroma of a flower dainty as a forest fairy, honorable as
a warrior fighting for the cause that captures her musical heart she’s always on the threshold of a fairytale she is some delectable mind and figure of abstract beauty to behold life is her dance across cards gently placed she twirls on
imagination and spins in reverie, a performance of abstract
movement, a tightrope display, a true portrait of balance and artistry
I want to destroy these monsters But devastating them destroys a part of myself I feel more alive in the shadow than the light I prefer the creaking hollow in my bones to the noise of people, the static, the show I have been violated by poisons from hidden valleys I have been stung by leaking ink dripping dark words from unconscious levies Sometimes my body is just a floating Trying to contain century’s memories Between my legs the monsters crawl Trying to perforate every part of me And I was only just becoming used to this skin
she hears wisdom from the mountains and songs from the sea she sings the music of every language and tastes of every herb and spice something is sultry and glowing in her gaze she is sunkissed and filled with dreams that seem written constellations her mind has wandered everywhere it has left footprints in every valley and book, every mind and philosophy she is like sunday everyday, a vacation a getaway a sail into the horizon, a cruise through the stars a freefall into nature’s arms
look how much you’ve grown i’ve seen you slowly fill in those eyes that belong to an old soul i’ve seen you stretch into those bones that were always too big for you and you keep waking up every morning because you know one day you will be rewarded you hold onto the knowing that things will get better and you will feel less sicker and your work will finally be done
you try to read your own puzzle like a book with a magnifying glass as if you are disconnected on the outside staring in you are not an abstract entity i feel you your body pulsates like electrons exploding like bubbles of blue foam your feelings are turquoise crystals over the sea never tainted but reflecting shades and hues from unknown galaxies don’t hide what was crafted so exquisitely
there were times she stayed in bed for days i couldn’t touch her without her bleeding she had third degree burns every sense hurts then she would laugh with god or angels or something invisible i am not dealing with a girl but something magical
oh my god this is even MORE of a trainwreck than we could possibly have hoped
this is “it was all a social experiment” levels of hilarious
tl;dr: Fyre Festival was all to promote an app that would let people create and advertise events, using social media “influencers.” That is, Fyre paid people like the Kardashians to promote their music festival, in order to demonstrate how well their app worked at reaching people through social media. They paid them mostly in reduced price tickets and free airfare to the event they were promoting.
The only problem was they didn’t organize the actual concert.
Overview: Y/n has a really weird dream and she just has to tell Shawn about it
Authors note: This made me super super supER HAPPY
Requested: yeesss- hope you like it!!
“Shawn,” I whisper into the quiet room blanketed in darkness, light peeping through the curtains. I layed on my back, starring at the ceiling while Shawn’s head nudged softly into my shoulder as he slept like a baby.
“Shawn… psst,” I say again, louder. He groans softly, the arm chucked around my waist pulling me tighter into his embrace.
“Do I look like a teddy bear to you?” I ask sarcastically, more to myself since he seemed dead to the world.
“Gosh Shawn, wake up,” I shift, turning my head to look at him. I rest my hand on his cheek, rubbing the space a little bellow his left eye, watching as it slowly peeks open, the other being squashed against my shoulder.
“Mm, baby, why did you wake me up?” the raspy tone he has from just waking up sends a jolt down my spine.
“I had, no joke, the weirdest dream. I had to tell you about it,” I exclaim, unable to hide my excitement.
Shawn chuckles, burying his head further into the crook of my neck.
“It couldn’t have waited till morning?” he asks, his eyes falling shut.
“What if I forget?” I ask, eyes wide in disbelief at his question.
“You won’t,” Shawn mumbles sleepily.
I groan, wanting to tell Shawn my dream. I reach out shoving Shawn onto his back, climbing on top of him so I was straddling him.
“I’m guessing you did have an interesting dream,” Shawn chuckles, hand’s settling on my waist while mine rested on his bare chest. My cheeks flame at his statement as he grins up at me.
“Listen to me Shawn, dammit.” He laughs at this, the deep sound echoing around the room.
“Alright, sweetheart, tell me your dream,” His lidded eyes peering up into my wide awake ones.
“Right so there was this sheep,”
“And you woke me up for this?” Shawn cuts me off, rolling his eyes.
“Shush, it gets better,” I laugh, gripping his jaw lightly to pull his attention back to me.
“Go on,” Shawn says, humor laced in his voice.
“And the sheep was dancing,”
“Y/n you’re right, it does get better,”
“Sorry, sorry,” his chest vibrates as he laughs and I rest my head on his shoulder.
“Then the sheep started to sing, but he sounded like Justin Bieber and I was like- how can this be? How can Justin Bieber be a sheep?”
“That is the most logical question to be asking.” I roll my eyes, hitting his stomach lightly which just causes him to laugh even more.
“This next bit is even weirder. It like transported to this waterfall, but the waterfall was maple syrup,” I pull my self back up again, meeting his humor filled eyes. “Then this figure started to rise out of the water, I mean maple syrup, but the figure was you and you started to chant ‘I am the maple god- obey me’,”
Shawn cracks up laughing, his eyes crinkling in the corner. He rolls pulling me down onto the bed next to me and I squeal at the movement.
“That was well worth being woken up for,” Shawn murmurs, lips pressed against my cheek.