How to be Alone: A video that changed my life.
This is an amazingly inspirational creative piece.
I honestly just want to say thank you for not erasing my text, just to replace it with yours when this video is so special to me. Thank you so much for not doing that. <3 That was so kind of you.
I believe my life may have changed from watching this. It’s a whole new perspective on being alone. I love this
I get so overwhelmed when I see this again and again on my dash and watch the notes grow.
I KNOW THIS WOMAN I’ve met her she lives in my hometown she was our poet laureate for a year
THIS VIDEO LITERALLY CHANGED MY LIFE and taught me how to embrace my introversion and was my inspiration for going to dinner alone and going to movies alone and traveling alone and it’s still relevant and still challenges me on a daily basis
I’m so glad that so many people get to know Tanya Davis and this incredible piece of art
Still one of my favorite things ever
This was incredibly inspirational
game of thrones meme: whatever i want [7/10] → daenerys & khal drogo
You must look in his eyes always. Love comes in at the eyes.
Inspired by this lovely graphic for The Nutcracker, and a conversation that was going around months ago about a rumbelle AU of the story.
She was supposed to be in bed, but the music coming from the ballroom was so pretty that Mary Margaret hide behind the Christmas tree to listen. She didn’t stay hidden for long, though. No one else was in the room, and swaying to the music soon became dancing in the flickering light of the tree’s candles.
"Of course you may have this dance," she said was she picked up the poor little nutcracker her stepmother had accidentally broken. She touched it’s face gently before holding it in both hands and spinning around the room until she was dizzy, imaging that the wooden soldier was a real prince who had invited her to his castle.
"You’ll fall if you’re not careful, dearie, and where will you be then? Perhaps stuck with a cane like this one." For a moment Mary Margaret’s heart raced, but it was Uncle Rumpelstiltskin and he wouldn’t care that she was breaking her curfew. He certainly wouldn’t tell mama Regina; for some reason they did’t get along.
"Did you hurt your knee when you were dancing?" Mary Margaret finished up her dance with a curtsy, and stood before her godfather with the nutcracker in one hand.
"One might consider battle to be a kind of dance, one where death is the partner one spins around with." As he settled into a chair by the fire he held out his hand. "Let us see if your gallant soldier is beyond repair, shall we?"
"Uncle?" Mary Margaret watched as he ran careful fingers over the mouth of the nutcracker. There was magic in his fingers; she’s seen him create the most wonderful things with gears and wood and cloth, like the dolls that had danced under the tree earlier. Like her little soldier.
"Yes, my Snow child?" He’d made a mobil for her cradle, when she was but an infant; snowflakes that twirled to a lullaby. Sometimes when it was just the two of them he still called her Snow.
"Did you ever really dance?" When she was small she had liked that he always came to the house alone, and spent his time with her more than anyone. But now that she was on the cusp of leaving the nursery, and old enough to stay up for dinner she noticed that he always left alone as well, and wondered if there had ever been a time when he’d had a hand to hold that wasn’t that of a goddaughter.
"There was a time, once, in a place far away. A magical place, where the snow feels warm as it falls. There was a girl, but she was young and beautiful, and far too good for a grumpy old monster like your godfather."
"What was her name?" Mary Margaret had never minded his grumbles, though she knew that many of the people who visited her home whispered to her father that her godfather made them nervous.
"Her people called her the Sugarplum Fairy, but when we danced I called her Belle."
"What are you doing out of bed, young lady?" Black was, perhaps, a strange color to wear on the eve before Christmas, but Regina was stunning in the jet colored dress that shimmered with every move.
"I’m sorry. I just wanted to bring my nutcracker up to my room with me." Mary Margaret wished she could apologize with a hug, but her step mama didn’t like her clothes to be crumpled at all.
"Go to bed now, dearie, and I’ll see if I can’t have him looking like new tomorrow." Her godfather spurred her on with a gentle push on her shoulder.
"Thank you, Uncle." With a quick curtsy to mama Regina the girl was out of the room. She didn’t dare stop to listen to the music.
"Strange bedtime story, Rumpel." Regina, still in the doorway, was smirking.
"Strange indeed." Rumpelstiltskin’s smile was more subtle, but after a minute of doing nothing more than smiling and staring at her, Regina grew uncomfortable enough to leave. For a woman who thought she was always in control, she was very easy to manipulate.
"Just a story, right, my broken little prince?" He held the nutcracker up, looking at him closely. When he poked at the chipped mouth he almost thought he saw the soldier wince.
It was probably just a trick of the light.
This is just perfect. Charming as the Nutcracker is just brilliant, and I do so hope that we can have more from this ‘verse. :) The Nutcracker was always my favorite Christmas story. <3
Trying to decide if I really wanna get a Russian Blue kitten
This is surprisingly a really hard decision.
allisquish replied to your post “I just got plot bunnies for a Bonnie and Clyde!AU Plunkester….. Fuck…”And Plunkett is totes Bonnie, right? *eyebrowwiggle*
Plunkett is the bad boy with a rough past from a lower-class family who woos middle-class working boy, Rochester, and steals him away for a life of adventure ‘n’ bank heists ‘n’ runnin’ from the laws, ‘n’ untimely deaths via tommy guns and a well-place ambush along a back country road.
I made myself sad…..
Oh no! I was only teasing (Rochester would SO be Bonnie it’s not even funny) I didn’t mean to make Tori sad! *hugs*
No, no, not you. The plot bunny did!
Still, I sorry D:
whose line will forever be one of my favorites
greatest show ever.