#the heart

the-black-queen-march:

Reasons why I’m Jessamine Kaldwin

• sad
  
• bitches about everyone 
  
• loves corvo attano and emily kaldwin
  
• complains about being tired
  
• has no sense of time
  

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Where are you? You are in your chest. Researchers “asked ten blindfolded adults to use a metal pointer to motion at ‘themselves.’ Most people indicated their upper torso area … ‘the torso is, so to speak, the great continent of the body, relative to which all other body parts are mere peninsulas. Where the torso goes, the body follows.’”

[Paris Review]

And as you and I believe, whatever

the cost, the awareness, the leaping

up of the heart must remain with us.

-Aurelia Plath (Sylvia’s mother)

Some of the art I’ve made last days

“Pensé que podría volver a mirarte

sin enamorarme,

fracasé.”

-Sabrina.D

levitatingbiscuits:

Sometimes, when Luke wondered about his father, he thought he might have remembered him. Just a little bit.

He remembered warm arms holding him close. He remembered sad blue eyes. He remembered a hoarse voice swearing to watch over him.

He’d thought he made it up. First, because Uncle Owen had gruffly told him that he’d never met his father before he died, and then because he’d learned exactly who his father was and what he was doing during Luke’s childhood. An empire isn’t built in a day, after all.

But when he asked Leia about their mother and listened to her talk about remembering her face so clearly, he couldn’t help but wonder who that man with the bristly beard and the tired eyes had been.