@12 hours ago with 17056 notes

my brief was to “Ask someone for instructions in what to do and then obey them” and i think i did pretty well! i asked my friend “what should i do for this assignment?” and she said the above quote and then i had to make a record of it!!


my brief was to “Ask someone for instructions in what to do and then obey them” and i think i did pretty well! i asked my friend “what should i do for this assignment?” and she said the above quote and then i had to make a record of it!!

(via pornosophical)

@1 day ago with 137030 notes
#I AM SO DELIGHTED BY THIS #I am my mother's daughter / I am midnight's sun #roflcopters 


MCU MEME   Two Avengers

Natasha Romanoff [1/2]

“I find that it’s easier to keep your true self buried under several layers of untrue selves, to protect yourself.”

#hall of mirrors hall of mirrors HALL OF MIRRORS UNRELIABLE NARRATOR BLACK WIDOW FILM OR BUST  #reflecting whoever looks into her like an abyss  #showing them what she wants them to see for maximum or most efficient effect 

(via okayophelia)

@1 day ago with 656 notes
#/coughs violently #NATASHA ROMANOFF FOR QUEEN #I don't know if I want this Black Widow or the one who is actually Steve Rogers' best bro more #because they pretty much exclude each other #but UGH 

Extremely ready to go to a fencing lesson. Extremely ready to hit things repeatedly.

@2 days ago with 1 note
#surviving New York #I'm fine I just want to hit things #can't a girl want to hit things once in a while 

dream big lil friend


dream big lil friend

(Source: asian, via gatheringbones)

@4 days ago with 108784 notes
#OMG #this is the cutest thing I have seen so far today #roflcopters 

Jobs that require me to get up before eight am actively ruin my quality of life.

I think that I have tested this hypothesis to death with only positive results.

@1 day ago with 1 note
#surviving New York 

Mountview Academy of Theatre Arts’ production of Spring Awakening in London, England.

(Source: facebook.com, via fyeahsetsandprops)

@1 day ago with 178 notes
#wooooooow #I have thoughts about this #we should be lovers / and that's a fact 


@2 days ago with 1 note
#surviving New York 




The young man in the tomb looks the way he must have, you think—slender and olive-limbed, too old around the eyes but with a mouth shaped for smiling. Yeshua’s brother, without divinity to come and suck the marrow from his bones, to break him against humanity’s ungratefulness.

He is risen, the young man says, though you can barely hear him over Salome’s cries of astonishment, Mary mother of James’ fingers digging into your arm. But the young man’s mouth is unbroken, and his eyes linger on your face. He is not here, he is risen, his is risen.

You stumble into the morninglight trembling, To what? on your tongue like a burning coal.


In Matthew, they’ve recast the role, an angel whose countenance is lightning and says fear not as though it is enough stop other Miriam from screaming. But you are twenty—or fifteen, twenty-five, thirty, older, old enough to know what it is to keep demons in your skin, to watch your god’s wrists strung up by a windlass, and you did not come for angels. Where is he? you demand.

He goeth before you to galilee, the angel says, but you are already running, you are gone to seek the one they call God.


Luke forgets how you did the bedikah alone that night, walking through the darkened house of Andrew’s cousin with a candle and a feather. In the upper room, Miriam the Mother has finally fallen into fitful sleep, her rent grief given over to exhaustion. Many of the disciples linger In the kitchens or the yard, shame in their cowardice keeping them from meeting your gaze when you pass.

(This is your gift, to the church that will someday malign you—you know who was not there, who fled from the sight of the Master bleeding, struggling for breath, crying out in pain and despair—eloi eloi lama sabachthani, and they were not there, the devoted twelve, the blessed chosen. They had not wanted a God who could break.

You watch them turn their faces from you and you are glad of it.)

The next morning, Petros kindles the fire for you with the lulav that once lined the streets, hailing Yeshua’s coming. He stands with you as the chometz burns, says the biyur chametz because he is the closest you have to a head of the household now.

He weeps, after.

(Why do you look for the living among the dead? the men clad in lightning will ask, when you are on your knees and afraid. You do not have an answer for them, except perhaps hope.)


It takes until John for them to remember that you, too, wept.

(via notbecauseofvictories)

@3 days ago with 304 notes
#this is my body; this is my blood #just in time before Easter is quite over 


This song will improve your current emotional status by 200% I promise

(Source: strawberrychrisses, via notbecauseofvictories)

@5 days ago with 50029 note and 320861 play
#the opposite of war isn't peace; it's creation