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"Potter has done too much for me for me to ever want to shit all over it. I’m never going to say: ‘Don’t ask me questions about that’. I remember reading an interview with Robert Smith from The Cure. Somebody said to him: ‘Why do you still wear all that makeup, don’t you feel a bit past it?’ And he said: ‘There are still 14-year-olds coming to see The Cure for the first time, dressed like that. I’d never want to make them feel silly.’ It’s a similar thing with Potter. People are still discovering those books and films. It would be awful for them to find out the people involved had turned their backs on it. Though sometimes, people do come up and say ‘I loved you in The Woman in Black,’ which is really sweet. That’s them knowing that it matters to me that I’ve done other stuff."

- Daniel Radcliffe for London Magazine (x)

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qemfd:

Nicholas Brendon, who played Xander in Buffy, is now as old as Anthony Head was when the show first started.

Discuss.

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woah, back up!
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choassdine:

When you see a new picture of a person you are attracted to

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It was when I saw your front teeth knocked out
Blood splattered all over your face
And the T-Shirt you bought from the dollar store all torn up
That I realized belatedly I liked ugly things
 
I liked the way it felt to peel my skin when the world moved too fast
And I liked the way dirt always covered your shoes
And how with the bruises on both our bodies we had enough colors to paint a damn rainbow
 
There is not one possession I own that is beautiful
I have nothing worth a capitalist damn
No airbrush to hide the blood clots and sagged tits
No surgery to construct a smile real enough
Like soot in a miner’s nails, my grit is black and permanent
Like an addict’s desolation, like a nest made for a different bird.
 
I wrote this poem from the bottom up
My thoughts are as messy as the bed we laid in
Empty beer bottles all over the floor
We were stumbling, grieving, lonely
You confused my kisses with trust
I confused yours with happiness
 
Maybe we were just drunk on the lies we learned
Inhaling everything we could find
Until my blood was a toxic wasteland
and your skin a constellation of abuse
 
Daddy used to hit me
He said discipline equaled love
That’s why I know to love is to hurt
 
You used to be pretty
And I had a face without the aftertaste
the backwash
 of white powder
 
We both like ugly things

and I know you’d pull the trigger if I asked you to
I know you’d paint the cave with blood
let anthropologists know
about the history of Sid and Nancy and Bonnie and Clyde and You and Me
 
We both like ugly things
 
But the sun’s been calling me
And I washed my face today
And I brushed your hair today
And I didn’t throw up the breakfast
 
I saw you passed out on the couch
Dreaming about smoke and glass and ice and rock
There was drool on the carpet next to the cigarette burns
Your face has been kissed purple with punches
 
You are so damn ugly
 
And I think
I wonder
If I could one day deserve beauty
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It’s always winter where I am 
But 2am is spring 

Ash falls around me like snowflakes 
And I burn my fingers from the heat of the filter 
My cigarette is a magic wand 
Keeping me alight 
Keeping me awake

I always want to be somewhere else
But in this moment I know what okay means
I have found happiness 
And happiness is a 2am smoke break

I mark 2am on my atlas
A place to visit 
4am is when I question everything 
A place to avoid 

I watch the streetlights
The city lights
A horizon of sunrises
An eclipse of a local joint 
A meteor shower of smoke 

There are no musings
There is peace 

I stay out all night
Starlight reaching me from a million years away
Energy bouncing off me 
I smile back at them 
Stars
One day I will reach you too

I made friends with four walls 
Cages aren’t meant for people
But sometimes I don’t know how to be a person

I never write poetry that contains joy
I never think about love
But tonight I fell in infatuation with the bones in my body
The wind in my hair
The smoke in my eyes
Beauty is not familiar 
But tonight it is home 

I am a conductor of creation
Waving my smoke stick 
Knowing something moves because I will it 
I close one eye and the moon dances
Moon
Make the ocean kiss the boulders
Make the trees whisper secrets lost in city sound

I am so surrounded by gravity
Tonight I stand on two feet
I lie down under a canopy of celestial wandering 
I laugh in the emptiness of sound 
You’re crazy 
You’re crazy
This is what life feels like
Running through my blood
Racing through my spine
A joyride of existence

I hear nature tweeting
Everyone is waking up
Busy has reached the to do list

I watch the streetlights go out 
One by one
More ethereal than any sunset
The gold hues fading into pink atmosphere
Goodbye Sana
See you soon 

I’ll see you soon
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He beat me like I was metal
With iron fists and a copper tongue
Molding abuse to apology and back
 
I made myself steel
He hammered on 
 
(Like a blacksmith)
 
I knew he wanted to control
He saw that I shone like silver 
And he told me I was precious
 Like a jewel
Like a diamond 
 
I told him diamonds are only composed of carbon
And that I was made of so much more 
That upset him
He burned me until I was fire
 
Little girl
Good girl 
Baby girl 
 
So many times, I wanted to melt
 
(Stupid girl)
 
The next time he brings his hands down 
He will not hear metal crunching flesh
His ears will ring with a clang 
 
He will slice himself on the edge of my tolerance
The blade of I’ve Had Enough 
The swish of Please Don’t Hurt Mom
The sword of No More, Dad
 
I will rip you open 
I will show you the stone that sits in the centre of your chest 
And you will choke on the fumes of the anger you lit
 
I am stronger for every blow 
But I didn’t need all this strength
 
You touch my mom again
And I will shred you with the ragged edges 
Of a fury 
Only steel beaten into sword can cut
 
You will taste metal
And I will clean off the blood from my surface 
 
It’s been a long battle
And I long to rest 
 
(In a sheath dust settles on)
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bagelbrother:

someone was like hey do a flower beard thing and i was like okay

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LORDE // Tennis Court (Flume Remix)

i cant get over dis song rn 

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I love this post so much

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my hand slipped

with their new hit song, “Randomly Searching 4 U”

I am re-reblogging just because that was so good

I think this one’s an Always Reblog, because the picture, the illustration, and the song title are just too damn perfect together.

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