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sailor moon + fashion

↳ rei hino (火野 レイ) ✩ 1/?

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I’ve been so busy with my classes but here is my first page of notes for AP Psych (hard class but so interesting) 💜

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I am someone who did not die when I should have died.

Anne Carson, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Beautiful words I have come across in my writing~

Amaranthine - immortal or unfading beauty, especially that of a flower

Ambrosia - the food of the gods; something very pleasing to taste or smell

Anachronism - something that belongs to an era other than that in which it exists

Brimming - full the point of overflowing

Cortège - a solemn procession; an entourage

Cynosure - a person or thing that is at the center of attention, especially because of their brilliance

Eloquence - the act or practice of speaking with fluency and aptness

Erudition - the quality of demonstrating great learning or scholarship

Glacé - having a glossy surface due to preservation in sugar

Lithe - thin, supple, or graceful, especially of a person’s body

Opulence - great wealth or luxuriousness

Prosaic - lacking poetic beauty

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You will meet many types of people in your life. You will meet delicate flowers, raging oceans, quiet forests, towering mountains, and colourful skies. You will meet thunderstorms, you will meet lightning. They will knock you down, they will leave you breathless. You will meet sunrises, you will meet gardens. They will give you light, they will take you on adventures. Explore them. Get lost with them. They all have something to teach you. 

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this isn't related to my usual posts about writing but I thought it was simple and good to share.

Artkid’s blueberry muffin smoothie: (toast not included) 🍌⛅️☕️ • 1 medium banana • 1 cup almond milk • ½ tsp almond extract • 1 scoop vanilla protein • ½ cup frozen blueberries • 5 ice cubes

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Many strong girls have similar stories: They were socially isolated and lonely in adolescence. Smart girls are often the girls most rejected by peers. Their strength is a threat and they are punished for being different. Girls who are unattractive or who don’t worry about their appearance are scorned. This isolation is often a blessing because it allows girls to develop a strong sense of self. Girls who are isolated emerge from adolescence more independent and self-sufficient than girls who have been accepted by others. Strong girls may protect themselves by being quiet and guarded so that their rebellion is known by only a few trusted others. They may be cranky and irascible and keep critics at a distance so that only people who love them know what they are up to. They may have the knack of shrugging off the opinions of others or they may use humor to deflect the hostility that comes their way.

Mary Pipher, Reviving Ophelia: Saving the Selves of Adolescent Girls (via fyp-psychology)

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peach iced tea in grandma’s crystal glass. we open the kitchen lace curtains to let the breeze in. the night is dark so dark theres no stars out. for a second i question if there will be a tomorrow. the country is outside, wild and were in here in a dimly lit kitchen in an old frame house, silent and still, waiting for diaster, waiting for the truth. feeling safe is only a limited feeling.

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YOUNG CHARLOTTE Young Charlotte lived by the mountainside, in a wild and lonely spot No dwelling there for three miles around, except her father’s cot And yet on many a winter’s night, young swains would gather there  For her father kept a social board and she was very fair  Her father like to see her dressed, as fine as a city belle  For she was the only child he had and he loved his daughter well  It was New Year’s Eve, the sun had set, why looks her anxious eye  So long from the frost window forth, as the merry sleighs pass by?  At the village inn, fifteen miles off, there’s a merry ball tonight  The piercing air is as cold as death, but her heart is warm and light  But, ah, how laughs her beaming eye, as a well known voice she hears  And dashing up to the cottage door, young Charles with sleigh appears  “O daughter dear!” her mother said, “This blanket round you fold For it is a dreadful night abroad and you’ll get your death of cold”  “Nay, mother, nay” fair Charlotte said and she laughed like a gypsy queen:  “To ride in blankets muffled up, I never can be seen” My silken cloak is quite enough, it is lined throughout you know,  Besides I have a silken scarf, which around my neck to throw”  Her gloves were on, her bonnet tied, she jumped into the sleigh  And away they ride by the mountainside and o’er the hills away There is life in the sound of the merry bells, as o’er the hills they go  What a creaking noise the runners make, as they bite the frozen snow With muffled faces silently, o’er five long miles they pass  When Charles with these frozen words, the silence broke at last  Such a night as this I never saw, the reins I scarce can hold  When Charlotte, shivering, faintly said, “I am exceedingly cold”  He cracked his whip and urged his team, more swiftly than before Until five other dreary mile, in silence were passed o’er  “O see,” said Charles, “How fast the frost is gathering on my brow”  when Charlotte in a feeble voice said, “I am growing warmer now”  And on they ride through the frosty air and the glittering cold starlight Until at last the village inn, and ballroom are in sight  They reached the inn and Charles jumped out and held his arms to her  “Why sit you like a monument, without the power to stir?”  He called her once, he called her twice, she answered not a word  He called her by her name again, but still she never stirred  He took her hand in his, O God, ‘twas cold and hard as stone  He tore the mantle from her brow and on her the cold stars shone,  And then into the lighted hall, her lifeless fore he bore  For Charlotte was a frozen corpse and words spoke never more He sat himself down by her side and the bitter tears did flow And he said, “My young intended bride, I nevermore shall know”  He threw his arms around her neck and kissed her marble brow  And his thoughts went back to where she said, “I’m growing warmer now”  He bore her out into the sleigh and with her he drove home  And when he reached the cottage door, oh how her parents mourned  They mourned the loss of their daughter, dear, while Charles mourned o’er their gloom  Until with grief his heart did break and they slumber in one Tomb

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Anyone who has spent time in the company of small children knows that a crushing boredom can unlock great powers of invention.

Michael Chabon, Moonglow (via a-quiet-green-agreement)

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Yet all are strange To their own ends, and their beginnings now Cannot contain them.

Adrienne Rich, from “Landscape of the Star” (via a-quiet-green-agreement)

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–Allen Grossman