I Heard The Faeries Whisper My Name


My name is Mercedes. I made this blog just so that I can have a spot to rant or talk about my thoughts and share a few goals or feelings. It's just dabbles about my outlook on life and maybe occasionally a poem or two. I am currently 17 years of age, but I will be 18 very soon. I have another blog that I mostly use for reblogging things and posting random nonsense. Some of you may agree with my thoughts and some of you may not. We don't all need to agree and I'm really only doing this for myself anyways, not to gain a bunch of followers. Feel free to look around or ask me anything you like and get to know me, because we all know you won't get much from a short little "about me" type thing.

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I am not afraid of an army of lions led by a sheep; I am afraid of an army of sheep led by a lion.
— Alexander the Great (via thelittlephilosopher)

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We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come.
— Milan Kundera, The Unbearable Lightness of Being
trans. Michael Henry Heim (via hateshiploveship)

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But more wonderful than the lore of books is the secret lore of ocean.
— H.P. Lovecraft (via theatomy)

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I will love you as a thief loves a gallery and as a crow loves a murder, as a cloud loves bats and as a range loves braes. I will love you as misfortune loves orphans, as fire loves innocence, and as justice loves to sit and watch while everything goes wrong.
— Lemony Snicket, The Beatrice Letters (via upon-the-heath)

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When you don’t want to feel, death can seem like a dream. But seeing death, really seeing it, makes dreaming about it fucking ridiculous.
— Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted (via wwrist)

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The more articulate one is, the more dangerous words become.
May Sarton, born May 3, 1912 (via wwnorton)

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Fiction seems to be more effective at changing beliefs than nonfiction, which is designed to persuade through argument and evidence. Studies show that when we read nonfiction, we read with our shields up. We are critical and skeptical. But when we are absorbed in a story, we drop our intellectual guard. We are moved emotionally, and this seems to make us rubbery and easy to shape.
“Why fiction is good for you” in The Boston Globe (via aaknopf)

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Strange thoughts brew in your heart when you spend too much time with old books.
— Aravind Adiga, White Tiger (via pavorst)

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If only there could be an invention that bottled up a memory, like scent. And it never faded, and it never got stale. And then, when one wanted it, the bottle could be uncorked, and it would be like living the moment all over again.
— Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca (via hoisaek)

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Father With Autistic Son Sends His Kid to School With a Wire, Exposes Bullying and Abuse by Teachers

equal treatment for people with disabilities is the one social issue i am really passionate about and man this…… i don’t even know man

this is just awful

Guys, this is really horrible. And it’s hard to listen to. But please, please, listen to all of this video. All of it. It’s so important that incidents like this are brought to public attention. You need to know that these things are going on in schools. We all need to know, and everyone who is able needs to do something to change this. Please.

This was very hard to listen to. But it needs to be heard by everyone. I applaud this father and all of his efforts to bring awareness and justice to this situation.

A big reason why more people need to be aware of this, oh my god.
I’m always worried about letting my future kids go to public school due to the possibility of this happening.

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Daniel Chester French (1850-1931) - Immortal Love

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Daniel Chester French (1850-1931) - Immortal Love

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Only if you dare to die do you reach true immortality.
— Guillermo Del Toro (via idofunthings)

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Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering…
— fyodor dostoevsky (via koeh)

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Have you ever lost yourself in a kiss? I mean pure psychedelic inebriation. Not just lustful petting but transcendental metamorphosis when you became aware that the greatness of this being was breathing into you. Licking the sides and corners of your mouth, like sealing a thousand fleshy envelopes filled with the essence of your passionate being and then opened by the same mouth and delivered back to you, over and over again – the first kiss of the rest of your life. A kiss that confirms that the universe is aligned, that the world’s greatest resource is love, and maybe even that God is a woman. With or without a belief in God, all kisses are metaphors decipherable by allocations of time, circumstance, and understanding.
— Saul Williams (via catslevania)

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I often cry when I write…afterward too. It’s not easy to admit, confront, confess what I do. Perhaps someone who’s been a stripper will understand me. You stand on a lighted stage and drop your clothes. You’re naked. A portion of your audience applauds you because they like what they see; because you entertain them; because you’re beautiful, brave. Another portion seeks out your faults; they find fault with the very thing you do. People judge you.

A long time ago, a writing mentor told me my responsibity as a writer was to say what no one else would. I wasn’t supposed to write clean or polite or safe. I was supposed to get dirty, take chances, write dangerously. In graduate school another mentor asked, ‘If it doesn’t hurt, why are you writing it?’

In other words, writing feels painful sometimes

— Alana Noel Voth (via poorlywrittenhistory)

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