Shipping and Other Slightly Inappropriate Madness

The movie tells the story of a young girl named Moana who leaves her island home to explore what’s beyond the horizon (x)

artists are magicians and you cannot convince me different. there is a lull that takes over a person’s mind when music fits just right, there is a conjoined hum of a crowd of people all bursting with love for the same rhythm. what is a song but a magic spell. what is a poem but a magic potion: love or hate or anger or all of the above, all mixed in a heady concoction you feel at the back of your tongue. writers make images where there are none, conjure into being creatures so real that you feel them, scry into different threads of different worlds on different planets. artists make pieces that, six hundred years in the future, get us to cry with them, sculptures still speak of our own bodies, paintings breathe, we remember our childhood full of sunflowers and night skies, we hear the scream. from nothing, from just some whisper spoken in the back of a mind: comes a force so intricate and devastating that it rings for generations. there are pieces which work for one person and pieces that work for one million. the process of creation is alchemy, is making material from next to nothing, is magic at the height of power. artists are powerful. it is not just talent. it is a dedication to the flame that begs them: make something. make something. make something from this nothing.

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in another world, when you are loved, you grow wings  to show it. the bigger the love, the bigger the wings. 

and a world that sees wings as the ultimate status symbol. celebrities with gigantic wings that cannot fly because they are too heavy. monarchs that have stylists to enlarge their (very stumpy) wings. 

babies born with the soft proof of their parent’s love, babies flaking off feathers when their parents don’t care enough. teenagers who watch their wings flake and grow every day, never sure who loves them or doesn’t. having your crush figure out you like him because his wings won’t stop fluffing up. 

bullies who fake having large wings, who hurt others because they never felt whole, who go home and try to wish their feathers into growing. gentle, soft people who have long wings they’re embarrassed of, who tuck them and try to be average because they don’t like showing off. 

weddings where there’s so much love in the room everyone’s wings swell up. the couple having perfectly matched wings which don’t stop their steady growth. waking up next to your husband of six years to find he’s gone and all your feathers have fallen off.

a girl who is pushed down and laughed at for her little wings, her broken home. who knows she’s ugly for it, who feels perfectly alone. who one day walks into a room with another girl who happens to complement her shirt and within six days has become the closest friend she’s ever learned. her wings spreading big and wide and proud over other people’s heads, her new feathers getting in the way because she’s not used to them, pushing her new feathers out of the way so she can kiss the girl she’s dreamed about.

finding your best friend and watching the feathers sprout. lying awake in bed feeling useless and yet having this proof that someone out there loves you. helping a stranger on the train only to have a few cautious pinfeathers tickle their way out. wondering if they felt that tickle, too.

waking up from a dream very confused, hoping a boy six blocks down doesn’t come into school with suddenly slightly larger wings. ace people with arching wings who are absolutely loved by their friends, who are absolutely loving. your boyfriend promising you that boy he’s flirting with means nothing, finding that your feathers are slowly falling out in the shower each morning. 

having average wings and a sad heart and doing your best to be alive and happy and whole but failing terribly - but working towards it, slowly, until one day you see your wings spreading and get excited about who it could be, who liked you enough to change you this drastically; only to figure out on a tuesday afternoon that it’s you, you’re the one who loves yourself for once; and the thought is so big and wide and lovely that you sit down on the floor and can’t stop crying because despite everything, you made it. and that’s amazing.

hahahahhahaha

I live for these Chat-Noir-flirts-then-can’t-handle-it-when-it-works things.

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“Love Is” In Small Things

1st long trailer for “The Boy and The Beast” (Bakemono no Ko) animated feature film by Mamoru Hosoda (Wolf Children, Summer Wars, The Girl Who Leapt Through Time) : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BTOWVxi2KC8

Ooh, this looks fun (and I really enjoyed his other movies).

OOOOOHHHH MAAAAAANNNNNNN

Okay, I swear this is the last time I will post my wedding photos.

But my photographer captured my walk down the aisle and seeing my soon-to-be wife for the first time. 

And I just thought that I would share.

Photography by Megan Burges Photography.