I forgot softness because it did not serve me.
whorchacha:

Moonrise KingdomWes Anderson (2012)

whorchacha:

Moonrise Kingdom
Wes Anderson (2012)


— Ivanushka, if you break this promise it will be like breaking a very old crystal glass. Nothing will be able to be put right again.
— I understand.
— Ivanushka, it will be difficult for you to keep this promise. You will have to build the keeping of it like a chimney.
— Tell me what I must do.
— Ivanushka, for you, this house has no basement.
— I promise, wife.
[…]
— You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you.

— Ivanushka, if you break this promise it will be like breaking a very old crystal glass. Nothing will be able to be put right again.

— I understand.

— Ivanushka, it will be difficult for you to keep this promise. You will have to build the keeping of it like a chimney.

— Tell me what I must do.

— Ivanushka, for you, this house has no basement.

— I promise, wife.

[…]

— You are going to break your promise. I understand. And I hold my hands over the ears of my heart, so that I will not hate you.

Home From War

thethingsihavewritten:

I would take a bullet for you
preferably a 5.56x45/.233;
from an AR15; it’s a knife through smoke.
I would not take an IED for you,
I’d rather watch you bleed on the pavement.
The kitchen smells like pork and scones,
the ‘e’ on your painted sign is crushed.
The filth ingrained under my nails leaves
invisible smears across your
pink marble worktops and palate knife.
At night, the pillows suffocate and
the dog lies across my feet, growling
at shadows of buzzcuts.
The coffee roars and shudders,
staining splatters into the linoneum.
Your mirrors are not the backs of spoons
and in them the trenches under my eyes
stretch across my face and fill with your sound.
You whisper across the backs of my hands,
kiss the empty space where my ring finger was
and when you reach out to me;
it feels like they’ve poured concrete in my veins.
There is a sound when sand blows against sand,
they’ve never given it a name;
but I’ve always thought that it sounded like
you, when you breathed in our sleep, and now;
home from war, it is deafening.
I would take a bullet for you
preferably a 5.56x45/.233; it’s a knife through smoke,
and it’s blissfully quiet. 

ed-pool:

Awesome Art by Melissa Smith

Find more of her stuff here: http://bombattack.deviantart.com/

Aus dem Leben der Marionetten (Ingmar Bergman, 1980)

The Gods called your name
and the seas turned dark;
the earth quaked with power.

You looked up at Olympus
screaming at the gates;
“What will I become?”

The Gods fell silent, then-
with a thunderous roar replied;
"Who are you now?"

"
Achilles (via mythaelogy)

Mythology Meme: (2/5) OTPs ➝ Thanatos x Macaria

No wealth, no land, no silver no gold. Nothing satisfies me but your soul.

slythaerin:

mythology meme - paris, whose fate was stained with blood. 
who held a prophecy on his shoulders, and carried it all the way to war. ( x )