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you look like you’re present. like you’re there for me to touch, but when i reach out my hand to grab you, my hand goes right through you. you appear to be looking at me, but you’re not even there. you‘re like a ghost. i turn around and there you are again, just as before, i reach out to touch you and i realize you’ve merely conjured yourself up as a ghost once again. i keep believing that one of these times i’ll reach out and you’ll actually be there, but time and time again you prove me wrong. you’re never there and you won’t ever be. i’m too hopeful to stop, but i’m not oblivious enough to fail to see the reality of what’s occurring. knowing that the chances of it actually being you are next to nothing, pains me. i can’t tell if you know what you’re doing. i know that you can see me. and i know that you know i can see you, but i don’t know if you mean to be this ghost. i don’t know if you’re purposely disappearing. do you want me to get to you? or are you playing a game?

gonnamuke:

When you share really personal shit about urself and it’s fine in the moment and u feel good but like three hours later you’re like why did I say that?????? and your brain is literally flicking the lights on and off screaming welcome to hell!!! welcome to hell!!!

(Source: sensitiveshawdy, via hotboyproblems)

my-little-sourwolf:

vinedragonheartstring:

wyntersknight:

extra-extra-virgin-oliver-oil:

wyntersknight:

hoeofmyheart:

Y’all know when Mulan is sitting in the rain and watches her parents silhouette disappear as the candle is blown out and then her eyes squint in determination and the music that starts to play and you see her go into the family temple and light a match and bow in respect and then sneak into her parents room and switch the scroll for her hair brooch and then the way her reflection is shown as she pulls the sword and cuts her hair?? It’s literally more iconic than any marvel movie

Y’all know that there is heavy symbolism in that scene to show that Mulan is the spirit of the Great Stone Dragon and that’s why Mushu wasn’t able to awaken it?

im sorry What!! i never knew this! my life feels fuller!!! ahhhh

Mulan sits in the rain underneath the statue of the Great Stone Dragon (who is looking down on her), and suddenly decides on a course of action. She looks up, resolved to go to war in place of her father and runs into the temple where she lights the match and beseeches protection for her family. The stone she bows to and that we see lit up by lightening strike is that of the dragon, whose eyes are looking out after her, lit from underneath by the candles. The scene transitions to the divider in the house that also has an icon of the dragon. where she replaces her hair comb with the summons. Then we see the sword hilt, also the dragon, and as she draws the blade we see her face replace it. She ties up her hair, then as she opens the wardrobe, the handles are also the dragon. After donning the armor, the view shows her facing us, with the hilt of the sword (the face of the dragon) in front of her face, where she then turns the sword to reveal her face, and sheaths it. As she leaves, we flash back to the temple, and the eyes of the dragon flash as her grandmother wakes up.

The Great Stone Dragon resides within her. She is the protector of the family.

After this explanation, the scene where Mushu cannot wake up the stone dragon makes so much more sense. I appreciate the symbolism so much more. I noticed the dragon but didn’t notice she was constantly juxtaposed with the dragon!

Canon accepted.

…..holy shit!

(Source: wasafairytale, via thatsthat24)

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psyducked:

Whatever Jake Gyllenhaal needs me to be

The caramel colored sunset; giving the world a golden glow. The breeze gently caresses my cheeks; up into my hair, carrying it to lift it from my shoulders, ever so slightly. The water also appears golden as the suns twin makes a blurry appearance. The air smells of salt, very crisply. I feel the sand make its way between my toes, it is slightly damp due to my proximity to the ocean. I feel more alive than I ever had.

The ocean speaks to me louder and more clearly than any one person ever could. I become devoured; indulged in the atmosphere. The movement of the ocean matches the rhythm of my soul. It embraces me, and the sound is as soothing as a mother’s heart beat to a newborn. I feel at one with myself and the universe. My being genuinely feels as though I do not exist as a separate entity. I am the ocean and I am going places. I am all over the world and I am nowhere at the same time. But in reality, I am nothing but a speck in this plane. Minuscule.

your eyes burn through me, i feel you looking at my soul. i hate it. i look away from you, you are still looking at me. you are watching me with gentle eyes, but they burn because you see the real me. you see every inch of me, yet i am fully clothed. i am not ready to let you see me, but you already do and it is making me so uncomfortable. i am a very private person and the fact that you can see right through me makes me enraged. i gave myself to the wrong person. my image of you was clouded by the drug, THE drug. but the drug is irrelevant. you are a refreshing. you know me. you feel me without touching me. the smile you gave me was like no other, it was pure and genuine. now i am taking every measure possible, no matter the consequences, just for you. you have helped we in ways i will never be able to repay you. 

There are a bunch of bushes, vines, and trees. The smell of grass, pine trees, and damp wood lingers. Birds are chirping, but the sound is hushed. She looks around. The grass is sparkling from morning’s dew. This cools her bare feet. It is about 10:30 in the morning, a spring morning. She loves being outdoors. It’s cool, not too hot, not too cold. Nor is it humid. Perfect. The forest is calm. Even though the forest is somewhat dense, she knows it. She has been there before, many times. The forest makes her feel as though she is safe. As if nothing could hurt her. Nothing can touch her. Nobody can harm her. She is engulfed in the nature around her. The echoes of the past and the voices of the future mean nothing in this moment. She is submerged in life, more than ever before. She can feel herself becoming one. She knows who she is. Her mind thinks and feels so pure. She is in love. And it is beautiful.

thebryanrios:

You may have
broken me and
taken those fragments
away with you,
but you’ll be the one
to always wander ruptured—lost.
You will have everything
because you took
the best of me, but
you will never stop feeling
like something is missing.
You—
you will always be
reminded of me
each time you
break a heart,
each time a shattered mirror
stares back at you,
and when you finally realize
that my pieces will not fit
into any other puzzle,
that’s when
I’ll be complete.

(Source: thebryanrios)