how to survive on teen wolf: be a white male
"Blood of the Dragon" for Ltd. Gallery’s upcoming exhibit based on George R. R. Martin’s novels. If you’re in Seattle I highly recommend stopping by and checking it out! http://www.ltdartgallery.com/
the chronicles of narnia fancast → Quvenzhané Wallis as Lucy Pevensie
"I think—I don’t know—but I think I could be brave enough."
"Welcome to the glade, shank."
I’m not… Fearless. I’m terrified. I’m always terrified. I act like I know what I’m doing, but I don’t. I don’t know if Isaac is dying right now. I don’t know if I made a mistake with Scott. I don’t know what my dad is thinking. I don’t know if we should trust Derek. I don’t know… I don’t know anything.
the pressure on first generation children of immigrants
to prove that you are indeed proof that parents’ sacrifice was worth it
is something that many Americans will never understand
My voice may not be a siren, but at least it sure as hell
isn’t a bullhorn that could rupture eardrums in a split second.
I will never be able to talk about my feelings
the way a trail of bloody footprints leads to the crime scene
of a murder victim: clear and full of proof,
or carry my body and presence like an exclamation point.
I will always be a comma instead, a pause
full of silence for someone else to fill.
For me, words are like coins tossed into a fountain:
you only use them when you have a wish,
when you know they’ll be put to good use.
And just because I’ll never be the first to raise my hand
to respond to a question doesn’t mean the answer
isn’t already written in my bones.
I fall in love with my hands first, not with my voice,
quietly but as passionately as the string of constellations
that form Orion’s Belt: they may make no noise at all,
but they still light up the entire sky.
it was easyseries 2 was going to be this excruciatingly painful
Love is irrelevant to people like us, a privilege that we do not share.