This is for those who are feeling the overwhelming weight on their shoulders right at this moment. Please realize you’re not Atlas; you can let go whatever it is that’s dragging you down (or try your hardest to). This is for those who are suffering from heartache. Fall down on the floor, scream, and cry for an hour. Then get back up, wipe those tears, and find something worth smiling at. It’s okay to feel that void inside your chest; or maybe it’s not a void. Maybe it’s a gutting stab in your chest, twisting the knife right and left until you’re feeling nothing but pain. I’m here to tell you that this kind of pain will pass. Maybe not today; maybe not tomorrow or the next few days; but it will and you need to live for that day. This is for those who have found and lost. Sometimes, we are not meant to keep those things we have found. Sometimes, they’re meant to be seen and felt, but at the same time, they’re meant to be lost somewhere. Maybe you’ll find them again - in an old drawer, in between the pages of an album, on the streets, in the air, or at the place where your heart used to lie. It’s okay. They were meant to touch you and be touched. Let them. This is for those who have wished yet remained downtrodden. Throw away those dandelions and wishbones. Stop looking at the stars as wish-granting factories. Press those dandelions between your favorite book pages instead. Don’t keep those wishbones. Look at the stars and let yourself be absorbed by their beauty. At some point, you have to realize the fine line between aiming for something high and living in cloud nine. This is for those who have nothing to live for. My dear, press your fingers on your wrist. Do you feel that? That faint beating is one of the most beautiful sounds in the world. Listen closely to it. Feel the rush of blood in your arteries and veins. Feel the sunshine outside and smell the breeze. Touch trees and pick flowers. Look past the chaos, the struggles, the hurt, the bustling crowds, and the shadows. There’s beauty somewhere in this world, and it starts with you.

this is for you (NJ.)

zenamiarts:

Night Vale Inspires - Part 6 ♥

Previous installments: [x]

rominatrix:

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Two of my favorite things in a post.

the hunger games colors | red
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Red is the color of fire and blood. It is associated with energy, war, danger, strength, power, determination as well as passion, desire, and love.

mishasminions:

I LOVE THE FACT THAT THIS LINE IS DELIVERED BY AN ACTRESS WHO PLAYED A DISNEY PRINCESS

realfujoshi:

» 覇道の使者・一鷹
arielmh:

"We are more than a bit concerned with the Benihana egg trick called for in the script. I’ve tried it and can only get it 1 out of 4 tries, and I’ve seen Benihana chefs flub the manoeuver when they have an entire grill as target. Mads has to crack his eggs into a 8-inch diameter skillet. The props Master calls his guy. The Production Manager calls in his guy. I call my guy. On the morning of the shoot we have 8 dozen eggs and 3 Japanese chefs with their hands made up to be hand doubles. I guess I don’t have to tell you that when Mads arrives on set, he just tosses an egg up in the air and the egg breaks on the spatula. No problem. Unbelievable. I insist it was a lucky fluke but he does it again. I accuse him of practicing when I wasn’t looking but he laughs (as if he has time to practise egg-cracking between scenes) and tells me he was a juggler in his youth.” [x]And here we all thought we’d have a million outtakes of Mads flubbing the egg trick…

arielmh:

"We are more than a bit concerned with the Benihana egg trick called for in the script. I’ve tried it and can only get it 1 out of 4 tries, and I’ve seen Benihana chefs flub the manoeuver when they have an entire grill as target. Mads has to crack his eggs into a 8-inch diameter skillet. The props Master calls his guy. The Production Manager calls in his guy. I call my guy. On the morning of the shoot we have 8 dozen eggs and 3 Japanese chefs with their hands made up to be hand doubles.

 I guess I don’t have to tell you that when Mads arrives on set, he just tosses an egg up in the air and the egg breaks on the spatula. No problem. Unbelievable. I insist it was a lucky fluke but he does it again. I accuse him of practicing when I wasn’t looking but he laughs (as if he has time to practise egg-cracking between scenes) and tells me he was a juggler in his youth.”
[x]

And here we all thought we’d have a million outtakes of Mads flubbing the egg trick…

pizzahoechlin:

#olderadultwolfthings Derek Hale sleeps through the full moon because it’s summer and he’s not a teenager any more, he can’t stay up that late 
ellen and i are making this a thing

pizzahoechlin:

#olderadultwolfthings 
Derek Hale sleeps through the full moon because it’s summer and he’s not a teenager any more, he can’t stay up that late 

ellen and i are making this a thing

owynsama:

do you ever realize how weird fangirling/boying is