or grandmother

People in the real world always say, when something terrible happens, that the sadness and loss and aching pain of the heart will ‘lessen as time passes,’ but it isn’t true. Sorrow and loss are constant, but if we all had to go through our whole lives carrying them the whole time, we wouldn’t be able to stand it. The sadness would paralyze us. So in the end we just pack it into bags and find somewhere to leave it.
—  Fredrik Backman, My Grandmother Asked Me to Tell You She’s Sorry

K but in all honesty Tumblr sleeps on Ladyhawke so much

A) It was made in the 80s so every now and then (like in the beginning of the fucking movie) there’s really inappropriate synth/electric guitar music and slo mo shots and lens flares and it’s fucking delightful

B) It’s about a knight and a lady who fell in love but a creepy ass priest (of course) wanted her so I forget how he pulled it off but now she is a hawk by day and a lady by night (TITLE BUT WITH AN “E” ADDED IN THE END FOR NO REASON) and he’s a man by day and a wolf by night and they only see each other in their human forms for half a second when the sun is rising (or setting I guess) and it’s The Most Tragic Love Story Of Our Time

C) She’s stunning but not completely incompetent; he’s broody and badass and did I mention he turns into what amounts to a giant dog it’s like your boyfriend turns into Ghost what’s not to like

D) Yes Matthew Broderick is there and yes he doesn’t really fit the vibe but mostly he’s there to be you.  He’s there to be like “omg what a tragic love story I must help the otp” he’s there to be like “wow Michelle Pfeiffer’s face was carved by the gods and also she turns into a bird of prey how amazing” and he’s kind of a flop but you tolerate him, it’s the 80s, Ferris can stay

E) I forget exactly how the plot is resolved but let me assure you that it is as over the top and ridiculous as you’d expect, full of ominous church things

Watch it.  Live it.  LADYHAWKE.

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this fool creature is misusing her water dish

The Lunar Witches.

“I am a Luna Child, Born of night’s own tender womb. Kissed by light and freed by darkness, my kin fly high across the glittering sky. Bats and owls, moths and witches, We are all children of the moon. Blessed with wisdom hinged on madness, our North star shines from within.” #SilverAppleSociety