when wind blows

They were the tiniest pair of wings, sprouting from my wrist. Little white feathers that can barely see until you turn the zoom in your camera all the way up. When the wind blows, they close up and huddle. Then, they spread out again. They moved on their own, but when I touched them, I could feel them.

They disappeared every morning, and remained absent throughout the day, until I went to sleep. Then, they’d appear again, at 3 am in the night, while I was squinting and staring at my wrist, wondering how they could possibly have grown and disappeared and grown again.

In the balcony, they started flapping, up and down, up and down, and my arm rose up, hand hanging limp, wrist exposed. It went as far as it could go, and then higher: my heels lifted off the ground, and then the rest of my feet, until the tiny wings were carrying me into the air, higher and higher.

I saw the other residents in the apartment building as my body swivelled around an invisible axis with the wings at the centre. The single mother in the apartment above laughing at a movie with her daughter. The old man who lives alone and rides an exercise bike. The woman banging her head on a wall and crying. Higher.

The buildings looked so small from above, like all it would take is a tremor, a wave in the carpet, to turn them into rubble. Their little lights lit up little streets, with little cars driving to little homes. And here I was, flying. But flying where?

I looked up, at a passing cloud. Somewhere in the distance, a commercial jet liner was taking off. I could see it rise from below me, its engines screaming into the wind, and it disappeared into the clouds. Then, the white cotton candy of condensed water took over, and I couldn’t see anything but the whiteness.

When I emerged, I was above the roof of the world. And rising still higher, my tiny wings flapping in the air. It was getting really difficult to breathe, and I start to wheeze and choke. I pulled on my hand, but the wings pulled me back up, sending me into violent falling and rising motions, thousands of feet above sea level.

I clenched my fist and grabbed the wings with my other hand, and I tried to rip them out of my wrist. It was like trying to pull the nervous system out of your body. I screamed as I tried to pull on the wings with all the force I could manage, which was still not enough to rip them out.

That’s when I realised that I was falling. As long as I could hold the wings, I could fall, down into the little world under the clouds, full of little buildings and little cars and little people with little lives and—

The wings were gone. Dawn was breaking.

I was still falling.

orange is such an underrated color: it’s watching sunsets and sunrises from your car with your best friend. it’s tangy, sweet fruit like tangerines, peaches, and melon. it’s friends sitting around a campfire under the stars, roasting marshmallows and telling ghost stories. it’s warm pumpkin pie and spending time with family at thanksgiving and fall leaves that dance across the street when a cool wind blows. it’s marigolds and lilies that bloom during the spring. it’s warm and fun and loving, exuding energy and ambition with every shade.   

One of the biggest tells that The Academy doesn’t respect animation is that “Animation” is considered a genre unto itself.

Animation is so much broader than a single genre:

You’ve got Westerns

You’ve got Action/Horror

You’ve got Murder Mysteries (or whatever the heck this show was…don’t look into it if you’re faint of heart, believe me. There’s animal death.)

Then there’s your crime dramadies/buddy films

And a LOT of Social Commentary

There’s Zombie Movies

Super Hero flicks

And of course, there’sChicken Run

PLUS the post that inspired this, going over all the great genres JUST IN DISNEY FILMS

Conclusion: Animation is a different medium, not a genre.

little things to appreciate࿐♡

-listening to old songs and being able to remember the lyrics

-late night heart-to-hearts

-smiles from a stranger

-embraces that last a little bit longer than usual

-when the sun filters through your windows on a nice day

-when the wind blows against your skin

-small gestures of kindness

-sunset/sunrise

-when the rain patters against your window

-the moment the rain stops and a rainbow appears

-receiving a hand written letter

-flowers you didnt expect

-the feeling of sand between your toes

-the way the ocean sounds

- when plans you were dreading get cancelled.

- looking through old journals from when you were young

-when your favorite song comes on

- that quick squeeze from the other person at the end of a hug.

-when you’ve finished a really good book and you just put it down on your lap and stare into space for a couple minutes because you need to collect yourself and return to reality.

-surprises. good surprises

-being awake when everyone else is asleep

-genuinely candid laughing photos

- comfortable silence

- those rare, perfectly timed naps that leave you feeling refreshed and not groggy

-waking up before your alarm goes off

-being in a great mood for no reason at all

-bubble baths

-being cuddled in bed when it’s raining outside

-when someone plays with your hair

-when your pet greets you when you come home

-being told you made someone’s day

-using brand new pens/supplies

-holding hands

-losing track of time because of how much fun you’re having

-overcoming a fear

-when someone tells you that you smell good

-when someone compliments your outfit

-when you laugh so hard you start crying and your stomach starts to hurt

-the feeling of genuine happiness

-when your hair looks good when you wake up

-watching dogs stick their heads out of car windows

-those “i love my life” moments

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09.10.17 // math lecture notes ft. an old pic of my fave drink!! let the uni begin~

with the start of the new school year, please remember that your health is of utmost importance and also that you know yourself best. if anything is making you feel uncomfortable or anxious, etc., please try to talk to someone and to hopefully get the concern resolved asap. never feel as though your feelings are unimportant because everyone is different, just because you see others unaffected, doesn’t mean your concern is any less significant!! and so, with that, I wish you all a fantastic school year ahead and best of luck on all your studies!! 💕💕

🎧: when the wind blows - yoona // ig: kaiistudies

I will literally riot if anyone even suggests pitting Jon against Sansa, or any of the Starklings for that matter. No NOT AFTER Sansa remembering her father’s words NOT AFTER Arya spent her whole fucking life trying to get back to her pack because WHEN THE SNOWS FALL AND THE WHITE WINDS BLOW, THE LONE WOLF DIES BUT THE PACK SURVIVES.

The signs

Aries is every smile on every face, taking the mind to heights never known, opening eyes again, leaving behind pain.

Taurus is every flowers petals, the noise trees make when then wind blows softly at night. Taurus is eyesight.

Gemini opened my mind completely, for it can never be closed again. I am the universe.

Cancer is the beauty that exists on this earth yet humble, you can see stars in their eyes. Cancer is the silence that helps you to sleep at night

Leo makes me lost for words, I have to catch my breath when they speak because what they have to say is always breathtaking, they hold the entire sky in the palm of their hands

Virgo notices what seems to be invisible to others, virgo is every beautiful thing in nature, the creators of life

Libra is limitless, everything near and around them stops as they walk by with total grace, Libras are the whispers you hear at night, putting you soundfully to rest

Scorpio talks to demons when alone, swimming along with them in pools of darkness, drowning each one and then themselves

Sagittarius is every religion to exist, every unanswerable question, walking God’s living among the earth

Capricorn are the natural disasters of the earth, earthquakes, tsunamis, tornados. there is something beautiful about the things we have no control over.

Aquarius is so lovely in their madness, their voices are music, the embodiment of abstraction, the most alive beings in the cosmos

Pisces brings hot tears to my tired eyes because of their beauty, full of divine color, they understand sentient life more than anyone. We’d be lost without them.

Okay, are you ready for this? Don’t say I never treat you. Do you guys, right now, want some fan service? Do you want me to just give the people what they want? … Okay, you’re not ready for this, you’re not ready for this. Are you ready? You’re just gonna die. You’re not ready for this. Okay, this is going to be insane. You’re not ready for this. So we were out having lunch with our friend Laura and then I had to go meet up with my mum, who was in town, because I left my denim jacket at their house over Christmas - boring. And I went outside in just [the weed jumper] and this is really cold, right? ‘Cause when the wind blows and such and it’s been really warm in London recently but I went out and it was like freezing and I had to go walk for like twenty minutes to meet my mum, so you know what I did? While Phil was going home and I was going for a walk? I asked Phil if I could borrow his coat and I DID. Holy shit. So for twenty minutes today, I was wearing Phil’s coat. That-that… I mean, don’t say I never do anything for you. Okay? Don’t say… don’t say I don’t give the trash cans what they want. Don’t say I’m too busy acknowledging what the casual viewers and the calm people that don’t like crazy people, that leaves comments on my videos saying ‘Dan, this doesn’t represent me. I’m a normal person. I really don’t like watching these danisnotonfire videos where you're crying all the time. I feel like it’s too intense. We’re not all like that.’ You know, so there you go. I mean honestly.
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@danisnotonfire​ during his live show on the 4th of April 2017

Quotes from Dan (44/?)

The fan service that Dan thinks we deserve apparently.

guide to falling out of love

i. go back to the places where you felt safe. examine your feelings, do you still feel safe on your own? become self reliant.

ii. go grocery shopping. select your memories like frozen peas and wonder bread. most you won’t like to remember, some you will be grateful for.

iii. invent new emotions for yourself, like how a tree feels when the wind blows through it. you are an open window.

iv. find words to describe yourself in ways they never would. observe how your eyelashes make tender shadows on your cheek, how the soft fabric of your favorite teeshirt touches your skin. it is enough.

v. fall in love with everything else. become addicted to morning sunlight and the weeds on your lawn. the moths hovering around your porch light are meant to be there. invite them in.