Text



"Do you think I care so little for you that betraying me would make a difference?" -Doctor Who
36 notes
·
View notes
Text
What Kind of Love Are You?
I was tagged by @adelaidedrubman I love these kinds of character uquizes LMAO they tend to be their own form of poetry
Riley - Love as a performance.
Your love is a masquerade, a dance, a work of art. You love with a veil across your face, unable to allow anyone to see the real you. Can that be considered love, you wonder? As a performer, you have all your lines prepared, and you know exactly what to say and when to say it. You’re charismatic and bold, seductive and hypnotic. Your love is a snake’s melody, the siren song of the sea. Your love is enchanting. Your love is melodic. Your love is afraid and fearful and longing. You ache to tear the veil off, you ache to cast poetry aside for the sake of something real and gritty. You’re terrified of the very thought. Being loved by you is to be loved by an artist; it is to be a muse. It reflects others beautifully, but never, ever yourself. Not really. Not truly.
Sydney - Love as a choice.
You choose to love. Love does not come to you easily, but every day you wake up and choose it. It would be so easy, wouldn't it, to grow cold and callous and grim. But you rise to greet the world, making the conscious effort to find something, anything to love. When you fall for someone, you do not kid yourself of their flaws. Instead, you resolve to see them for who they are, mistakes and all and you love them all the same. Your love is work, and it does not come easy. Your love sweats and toils. It is calloused and sunburned; it bears scars and comes with stories. Your love is worn, but it is no less valuable for it. Being loved by you is like being loved by a gardener, a mother, a teacher. Your love may not always be the simplest, but it is worth the effort.
Judas - Love as a force of nature.
Your love is like whiplash –– it comes in with the rain, it blows the doors wide open. When you fall in love, it is sudden and hard and immense. It is powerful. It is earth-shaking and world-ending. Nature is a force, and that force can be destructive if you're not careful. See how the world is doused in gasoline and set on fire –– your love consumes, your love takes, your love burns. You're hot and cold all at once, a hurricane and a wildfire bound together in skin, and when you're in love, it can feel like it's eating you alive from the inside out. When you love, it is with everything you have because it is everything you have. Be careful, darling, because not everyone survives the storm.
Tags if you want to do it! It was very fun honestly
@nuclearsludge @socially-awkward-skeleton @captastra @sunstreakerapologist @wishbonemotel @statichvm @strafethesesinners @wrathfulrook @henbased @8bitpizzacoupons @blavatomanouche
11 notes
·
View notes
Text
let's make flirt a casual thing, cause i'm tired of mi gente latina being slutshamed by those nonchalant americans
0 notes
Text
i hate that in the u.s. nothing is completely casual and that people are so "nonchalant"!!! cause, at the risk of being the latina stereotype, here in brazil it's completely normal to talk, be friendly, compliment, joke and even flirt w/out actually being interested... that's probably why americans think latinas are sluts, because it seems like we're hitting on everyone and that we're easy💔💔💔but it's not like that💔💔💔💔
#latina#girlblogging#im literally just a girl#literally me#thoughts#confession#brazil#usa#nonchalant
0 notes
Photo
Charlotte Hope as Catalina de Aragón | The Spanish Princess 1.01
1K notes
·
View notes
Text

“to imitate the Saints is, like them, to become inimitable”
(Jacques Maritain, “The Freedom of Song,” in Art and Poetry)
11 notes
·
View notes