A Little Weird

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romanticaries:

romanticaries:

Shoutout to all my ladies who are recognizing themselves as creatives, artists, writers, painters, poets, sculptors, songwriters, illustrators.. shoutout to all the ladies awakening to their own creativity and understanding we’re not just muses we are living art and artists and have space to express this art. We’re releasing the need to ask for permission, we are doing what we’ve dreamed of because we dreamed it and it’s ours.

This is the year we publish our work! The year we no longer allow perfection and comparison to halt our creative goals, it is the year we prioritize progress over perfection.

(via owlmylove)

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loislanesm:

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

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katiemcgrath:

p h i l t a t o s
‘That is–your friend?’ ‘Philtatos,’ Achilles says, sharply. Most b e l o v e d. 'best of men, and slaughtered by your son.’
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles

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lenissimo:

“His fingers touched the strings, and all my thoughts were displaced. The sound was pure and sweet as water, bright as lemons. It was like no music I had ever heard before. It had warmth as a fire does, a texture and weight like polished ivory. It buoyed and soothed at once.”

- Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles, page 34