Merlin, you are more than a son of you father. You are son of the earth, the sea, the sky, magic is the fabric of this world, and you were born of that magic. You are magic itself. You cannot lose what you are.
a collection of bastille acoustic covers: [ listen ]
‘Flames – they licked the walls,
Tenderly they turned to dust all that I adore.’
You push and you work hard, you stay positive and eventually all the stars sort of align.
You dare speak his name… YOU FILTHY HALF-BLOOD!
She’s had an immaculate conception! She’s carrying the son of God… that little fucker. (Electrick Children, 2012)
What’s the point of trying to raise your voice
If no one ever hears?
Coldplay x Tokyo, Japan || 06.12.14
We were like gods at the dawning of the world, and our joy was so bright we could see nothing else but the other.
― Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles
Taylor Swift performs on stage at the 2014 iHeartRadio Music Festival
Two sides, one coin, the neighbors always said,
joined since they could speak,
pretending they didn’t know the word ‘weak’.
The boy made of gold, sunshine spilling
from his scalp, slicing
sharp from his mouth.
No one minded the slow-burning.
The angled lad of shadow and light,
An art freshman’s dream —
Chiaroscuro, the girls would sigh,
Between them, they might rule the skies.
They chose the seas.
Buttoned up in cobalt-black,
riding on the odds they’d stacked,
they never sickened of the waves.
Each found a home
in breathing his fellow’s name.
Those gold buttons never had time
to get cold.
No one asked. They never told.
Thick as thieves, the neighbors always said,
though in any other time
they’d collide —
one of day, one of night.
And when the moon fell from the skies,
the sun fell to his knees —
shivered in their sinners’ sea,