Après Moi, Le Déluge

resistables: mikewaters: if no one comes from the future to stop you from doing it then how bad...

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 19:05:59 -0400

mikewaters:

if no one comes from the future to stop you from doing it then how bad of a decision can it really be

#new life motto

i think this will be my graduation quote

Emma Watson, LA Premiere of ‘The Bling Ring’

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 18:11:22 -0400

Emma Watson, LA Premiere of ‘The Bling Ring’

As we walk toward the Pit, I repeat the line Will quoted to...

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 17:16:47 -0400

As we walk toward the Pit, I repeat the line Will quoted to myself so I don’t forget it.

I believe in ordinary acts of bravery, in the courage that drives one person to stand up for another.

It is a beautiful thought.

fake-mermaid: does anyone else wake up in the middle of their dream, and you just love the dream...

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 16:22:18 -0400

fake-mermaid:

does anyone else wake up in the middle of their dream, and you just love the dream you’re having so much and you try to go back to sleep thinking about it so it can continue off from the same part before you woke up, or is it just me

jaredd-padalecki: i fucking love the hannibal fandom like they don’t even try and explain...

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 15:47:50 -0400

jaredd-padalecki:

i fucking love the hannibal fandom like they don’t even try and explain themselves or defend hannibal they’re just so proud of the fact that their fandom is about eating people and shit its simultaneously adorable and real fucking terrifying

Favourite quotes from AVPM & AVPS 1/3

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 15:27:45 -0400

Favourite quotes from AVPM & AVPS 1/3

"JK Rowling created seven Horcruxes. She put a part of her soul in every book and now her books will..."

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 14:32:57 -0400

““JK Rowling created seven Horcruxes. She put a part of her soul in every book and now her books will live forever””

- -Stephen King (via howtedmethiswife)

#this was really sweet until i thought about the fact that if that were true she would have had to kill a person to create each one -Skyedestiny

How else do you explain Dumbledore, Snape, Fred, Lupin, Tonks, Hedwig, and Dobby?

(via vikingplumb)

I just fucking lost my shit.

(via connor-sexonlegswithahat-temple)

Photo

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 13:38:20 -0400

sorenladris: It’s not that you should never love something so...

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 12:44:08 -0400

sorenladris:

It’s not that you should never love something so much that it can control you.
It’s that you need to love something that much so you can never be controlled.
It’s not a weakness.
It’s your best strength.

Grace Baker

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 12:00:16 -0400

This is the beginning of a short story I’m writing. Tell me what you think?:)

There comes a point in your life when you realize your destiny: finding and comforting a dying woman on the side of the road, discovering it is meant for you to become a philanthropist; giving CPR to a punk rock, forty-seven year old male with greasy black hair on the subway and deciding to spend a life savings on medical school to save others’ lives; realizing the doodles of your teacher’s imaginary boyfriend eating a cheeseburger as she recounts the experience on your notebook could possibly lead to a career on Cartoon Network. This moment, whatever the turning point of the your life’s bildungsroman will be, will catapult you into the time stream of the rest of your life, affecting the futures of your descendants until time in the universe ends with the explosion of the nearest star. These moments are therefore not to be taken for granted and are to be thoroughly examined as to determine your future.

This moment came for Grace Baker when she was four years old. On a quiet Sunday afternoon in November, Grace’s mother Anne, a mousy woman of thirty-two whose glasses reminded those who saw her of the eighties, being of silent mind and frail body, made the courageous decision to purchase tickets for the day’s performance of The Nutcracker at the local ballet studio. This decision was courageous for multiple reasons. The first was due to Grace, as her daughter was as similar to Anne as a shark to its prey; swimming in the same sea does not necessarily indicate a bond of friendship. Where Anne was mousy, Grace was vibrant; where Anne was reserved, Grace was outspoken; where Anne was private, Grace was unafraid to share her secrets to an entire grocery store. Anne appreciated the art of silence, one which Grace was unable to master. If asked to be quiet, Grace would resume her favorite facial expression of utter despair and tantrum at the top of her tiny lungs.

The second, after her inability to listen, was Grace’s excitability. Grace, when sat down to dinner in front of her television, would model her mother’s still position for less than five seconds, and then would continue to twitch in time to the Wiggles, frustrating her mother to no end. If Anne attempted to control her daughter, a tantrum would be the result. Placing a volatile toddler in a dark theatre filled with classical music and bunned ladies who spoke silently with their bodies was akin to walking through airport security with a pair of explosive-laced sneakers.

Of course, Grace would be manageable if Anne was not alone in her parenting. Anne kicked herself daily for her rash decision of choosing Grace’s bottle instead of another child’s bottle, a polite child who would not hesitate to acquiesce to her mother’s every command, who would speak as a mini adult without second thought. Anne loved her daughter; there was no doubt of that. She just did not appreciate her daughter’s resistance to authority. Anne’s own parents, Phil and Mary Baker of the Baker’s Bakery, raised Anne as a proper young lady. Though she tried, Anne could never attract the reserved side of Grace. All of her troubles would have never existed had Anne only picked up a different bottle of sperm, one which would have provided her with heartfelt hugs instead of harmful kicks.

On that Sunday afternoon, Anne bundled Grace up in her winter coat (“But I don’t wanna wear that!”) after ten minutes of discussion (“Wear this or go to time out.”) and twenty minutes of screaming, resulting in four minutes of Grace pouting on the steps and Anne ignoring her daughter. Once they finally got out of the door, it was 3:42, a time which Grace declared was “stupid” repeatedly, as she had heard that word at preschool and liked it so much. The car ride seemed too long to only be fifteen minutes, for the impatient four year old who consistently declared so and her mother alike.

Entering the studio’s building was a challenge. First, Grace refused to put her shoes back on, then she ran away from Anne’s clutches, and, after Anne gave her the tickets to quiet her, Grace crumpled up the paper before throwing it at the ticket taker. Anne was sure her face resembled the tomato paste she put in the homemade lasagna she made earlier that day for her family’s Thanksgiving dinner as she dragged her daughter to the first row balcony. She forced Grace in seat 10A, handing her the coloring book and box of crayons Anne stuffed into her purse, before settling down to her funeral.

Grace’s reaction surprised everyone, especially her mother. Instead of complaining at the height of her lungs and causing an earthquake with her fidgets, she sat still. By the second scene, Grace’s body was set in the position it would be for the entirety of the performance. Her feet, covered in the warm winter boots she had previously refused to wear, dangled seven inches from the ground. Grace subconsciously moved her right foot in time with the music, following the dancers on the stage as they traveled to the Land of the Sweets. On her legs perched her elbows, angled as to enable her hands to hold her chin up. Excluding her relatively still body, Anne was most surprised at the expression on Grace’s face: one of complete awe and reverence, absolutely entranced by the dancers. When the ballerinas bowed, Grace leapt from her seat and applauded ferociously before grabbing Anne’s hand and whispering, “Mommy, I want to wear that dress.”

timelordangel: we’ve all got that weird pretty big secret that we don’t really hide but like we...

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 11:49:28 -0400

timelordangel:

we’ve all got that weird pretty big secret that we don’t really hide but like we don’t flaunt it like “My brother died of cancer” or “I’m gay” or “I tried to kill myself last year” or anything really and when you find out somebody’s big plot twist you know you’re in this friendship for the long run

oh death

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 10:53:04 -0400

oh death

psyducked: I wish there were necklaces given to us at birth that were half of a unique shape and...

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 10:01:19 -0400

psyducked:

I wish there were necklaces given to us at birth that were half of a unique shape and your soulmate wore the other half and they got warmer the closer together you were and colder the further away you were so you could go on this journey when you’re ready to find your other half so that you could be spared all the pain and heartbreak of being played with by those who don’t take dating as seriously as you do

“But Mockingjays were never a weapon,” said Madge. “They’re...

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 09:00:47 -0400

“But Mockingjays were never a weapon,” said Madge. “They’re just songbirds. Right?

“Yeah, I guess so,” I said, “But it’s not true. A mockingbird is just a songbird. A mockingjay is a creature the Capitol never intended to exist. They hadn’t counted on the highly controlled jabberjay having the brains to adapt to the wild, to pass on its genetic code, to thrive in a new form. They hadn’t anticipated its will to live.

There’s nothing you can do, Harry…nothing…He’s gone.

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 06:01:04 -0400

There’s nothing you can do, Harry…nothing…He’s gone.

mydraco: “As hard as it is and as tired as I am, I force myself...

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 03:00:36 -0400

mydraco:

“As hard as it is and as tired as I am, I force myself to get dinner at least once a week with my girlfriends, or have a sleepover. Otherwise my life is just work.”

SO BASCIALLY, you're like the real deal Amy Pond right here. You look just like her to me. Personality wise... hm. I would have to say you're so much like River. You're funny, and fiesty, but smart and patient. Let's not forget all the degrees River has earned, and I can totally compare your creativity and intellect to hers.

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 22:50:34 -0400

askdjflwajfslkdfjsf so many compliments in that i can’t alksfj ilysm

What fictional character(s) do I remind you of?

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 22:43:42 -0400

eridick-amporna:

thelittleturtleduck:

Looks:
Personality:

omg someone do this please

Convince me.

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 21:00:52 -0400

Convince me.

If I posted a short story I’m working on, would someone (doesn’t matter who or how many)...

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 18:43:41 -0400

If I posted a short story I’m working on, would someone (doesn’t matter who or how many) read over it and give me your thoughts? :)