27-year-old berkutchi (she hunts competitively with a trained eagle) from central Kazhakstan
So not only is this woman a complete badass, I also love the embroidery on her jacket. As well as, you know, her general BADASSERY.
Vera surprises Lorraine Warren on the set of “The Conjuring” [x]
The ability to forgive oneself. Stop here for a few breaths and think about this, because it is the key to making art and very possibly the key to finding any semblance of happiness in life. Every time I have set out to translate the book (or story, or hopelessly long essay) that exists in such brilliant detail on the big screen of my limbic system onto a piece of paper (which, let’s face it, was once a towering tree crowned with leaves and a home to birds), I grieve for my own lack of talent and intelligence. Every. Single. Time. Were I smarter, more gifted, I could pin down a closer facsimile of the wonders I see. I believe that, more than anything else, this grief of constantly having to face down our own inadequacies is what keeps people from being writers. Forgiveness, therefore, is key. I can’t write the book I want to write, but I can and will write the book I am capable of writing. Again and again throughout the course of my life I will forgive myself."
I don’t know if my friends understand that they could literally invite me over to sit on their floor and watch a dumb movie. Like I’m really not hard to please, you don’t even have to feed me. Very low maintenance friend right here…I just want to do something that is not at my house okay.
In constant with the things that sing
Not Birds entirely — but Minds —
Minute Effulgencies and Winds —
When what they sung for is undone
Who cares about a Blue Bird’s Tune —
Why, Resurrection had to wait
Till they had moved a Stone —"
— Emily Dickinson, #1530 (1881)
privileged folks are literally so used to never being called out on their bullshit that when they finally are, they think it’s harassment