A soul this decayed shouldn’t have been - well, it shouldn’t have been anything. It should have been a remnant of a ghost, a mindless, repetitive haunting. A hundred-year-old scent in a hallway. A shiver standing next to a certain window. But somehow, she was looking at a shambles of a soul, and in it, there was still a dead kid. “I don’t want to go.”
this is a callout post —-
- keep writing
- keep drawing
- keep building up your OCs backstories
- keep creating
- continue putting yourself out there
- fuck others opinions of what you’re doing
- do YOU do what makes YOU happy
- do it for yourself first and the results will follow
05. My “love” is not something clear-cut like romantic love, but the more abstract feeling of my relationships with Victor, family, and hometown…I was finally able to realise that something like love exists all around me. Victor is the first person I’ve ever wanted to hold on to. I don’t really have a name for that emotion, but I have decided to call it “love”.

Yuri!!! On Ice
♥Yuri Plisetsky
♦by: Nosaki Tsubasa ♦

just a lil list of motivational phrases that’ll hopefully inspire you in some way ✨ (source)
- “ipsa scientia potestas est” - knowledge itself is power
- “dimidium facti qui coepit habet” - he who has begun has the work half done (Horace)
- “ad altiora tendo” - i strive towards higher things
- “vita mutatur, non tollitur” - life is changed, not taken away
- “vincit qui se vincit” - he/she conquers who conquers himself/herself
- “sic parvis magna” - greatness from small beginnings
- “vincit qui patitur” - he conquers who endures
- “tuum est” - it’s up to you
- “tempora mutantur et nos mutamur in illis” - the times are changing, and we change in them
- “astra inclinant, sed non obligant” - the stars incline us, they do not bind us
- “dum spiro, spero” - while i breathe, i hope
Official White House photographer Pete Souza captured an estimated 2 million photos over 8 years while Obama was in office… Here’s a selection of some of his favourite shots.
I took a last look at Achilles,standing by the side of the chariot,almost forlorn.I reached for his hand,and he gripped it.
“Be careful” He said.
“I will”
There was no more to say,but for once we did not say it.
There would be other times for speaking,tonight and tomorrow and all the days after that.
He let go of my hand.