"I like to take care of the cast. Everyone keeps calling me the Jewish mum, because I keep trying to feed everyone (…) I’m loaded like a pack horse full of treats every day, but I think they’re appreciated, you know? It’s nice to do stuff for people when everyone’s stressed out."
secret santa for angelheadedcas
fluff + wings, pretty much. Hope you like it and happy holidays!
you let go of my hand
and you didn’t look back.
now i understand that you needed a villain
more than i wanted answers.
and, you know?
i’ll be your monster.
but darling, you should know:
i’ve always had claws.
stories never really end | for the book that did not know how to stay in its own skin; for the fire-dancer as fickle as his flames; for the loves that traversed universes; for the girl who stood and refused to accept any tale for herself but one of her own writing; for the story that swallows its own ending and is reborn again and always again
o1. Thick As Thieves Natalie Merchant
o2. A Glacier Peter Broderick
o3. Paradise Coldplay
o4. Stay Awake London Grammar
o5. If It Breaks Wildlife
o6. Fragile Lauren Mann and the Fairly Odd Folk
o7. I Cannot See His Color James Newton Howard
08. The Burning Bush Hans Zimmer
o9. El Dorado Two Steps From Hell
10. Daniel In The Den Bastille
11. Beth’s Theme Ólafur Arnalds
12. Black Is The Colour Of My True Love’s Heart Neverending White lights feat. Lexi Valentine
13. Chevaliers De Sangreal Hans Zimmer
14. The Forest Mirah
15. Song For A Warrior Swans
16. Fairytales and Firesides Passenger
17. Ice Of Phoenix Audiomachine
18. The Parting Glass The Wailin’ Jennys
19. North Sleeping At Last
20. The Letter T E Morris
my parents definitely did not raise me to be a queer feminist filled with the wrath of a thousand enraged dragons and yet here i am
I’ve closed more doors than I can count
but still people are drawn to me
like moths to an open flame.
‘Look at that girl,
look at how she wears her sadness so well.’
But it is not an accessory I can easily take off.
My pain does not make me interesting,
it just makes me human.
Some people are so broken,
They get mad at you for being whole.
We are things that labor under the illusion of having a self; an accretion of sensory, experience and feeling, programmed with total assurance that we are each somebody, when in fact everybody is nobody.
What is magic?
Then there is the witches’ explanation, which comes in two forms, depending on the age of the witch. Older witches hardly put words to it at all, but may suspect in their hearts that the universe really doesn’t know what the hell is going on and consists of a zillion trillion billion possibilities, and could become any one of them if a trained mind rigid with quantum certainty was inserted in the crack and twisted; that, if you really had to make someone’s hat explode, all you needed to do was twist into that universe where a large number of hat molecules all decide at the same time to bounce off in different directions.
Younger witches, on the other hand, talk about it all the time and believe it involved crystals, mystic forces, and dancing about without yer drawers on. Everyone may be right, all at the same time. That’s the thing about quantum.