werewolfbandaids:

WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY

Do you judge the book by its cover ?

I think we are all guilty of it sometimes. That is the honest answer. However, as we grow older we learn through experience, not through being told just not to, the consequences of doing so… it is in that pure vulnerable forum we learn how important it is not to judge a “book” by its cover.

bonneibennett:

Kat and Ian on Set | October 16, 2014 | x

Nous protégeons ceux qui ne peuvent pas se protéger eux-mêmes.

Oliver + remembering every word, every moment; everything Felicity.

              “Remember the little things; like the color of a pen.”
                                                  Stephen Amell

That guy, he was just sex. But you’re more than sex.

There’s an old poem by Neruda that I’ve always been captivated by, and one of the lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time I read it. It says “love is so short, forgetting is so long.” It’s a line I’ve related to in my saddest moments, when I needed to know someone else had felt that exact same way. And when we’re trying to move on, the moments we always go back to aren’t the mundane ones. They are the moments you saw sparks that weren’t really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened, and then saw it slip away without any warning. These are moments of newfound hope extreme joy, intense passion, wishful thinking, and in some cases, the unthinkable letdown. And in my mind, every one of these memories looks the same to me. I see all of these moments in bright, burning, red.”

“I was listening to a lot of late 80’s pop, because I really loved the chances they were taking I loved how bold they were. So being inspired by that I started delving into the late 80’s - and what I found was that it was apparently a time of limitless potential. And the idea that you can do what you want, be who you want, wear what you want, love what you want - bright colors, bold chances, rebellion. The idea of that was so inspiring to me…but basically in thinking about that, and thinking about how this new album is a bit of a rebirth for me because it’s so now. I’ve never really made these kinds of changes before. And having been born on December 13th, 1989…this album is called 1989.” 

They often told me
that one day
a prince charming
was going to come along
and sweep me off my feet.

So I stayed
bounded behind these gates,
waiting for the moment
I hear the slaying of dragons
and the galloping of his gallant horse.
I waited
and waited
for someone to
come show me love,
to prove to me
that it existed
when they should have taught me
to give myself love,
first.

Because princesses
need princes to wake up them,
to break the chains,
to kiss them,
and whisk them away
into a magical castle
where everything seems possible.

But I am not a fucking princess.

I am a woman
and I will build this damn castle
myself.
And all this talk about being saved
from the evil queen
and poisoned needles-
I can save myself.
And dreaming of a true love?
Well hey,
I am my own first love
and I won’t let anyone
sweep me off my feet
until I am free enough to fly on my own.

If life is ever a fairy tale,
then I am my own fucking hero.
LB