→ The bright star of the West

I wonder at my inability to be so free with words and feelings. I wonder at my incapacity for easy banter, smooth conversation, empty words to fill awkward moments. I don’t have a closet filled with umms and ellipses ready to insert at the beginning and ends of sentences. I don’t know how to be a verb, an adverb, any kind of modifier. I’m a noun through and through.
Stuffed so full of people places things and ideas that I don’t know how to break out of my own brain. How to start a conversation.
I want to trust but it scares the skin off my bones.
Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me

you didn’t need the feather to fly. you had it in you the whole time, dumbo.

random scenes (1/?): rosita standing up for tara (◠‿◠✿)

In the Flesh + Propagandas

“If you were a god, how would you like being called a myth, an old story to explain lightning? What if I told you, Perseus Jackson, that someday people would call you a myth, just created to explain how little boys can get over losing their mothers?” 

Over / Under with Vampire Weekend (x)




you’re trapped in a room and the only escape is through a door that leads to the dangan ronpa fandom and the other leads to the snk fandom which do u choose

stay in that trapped room forever

so i guess you’d be stuck, then. perhaps in some kind of home.