Flights of Fantasy

I'm just a sleep-deprived, half-crazy, college student from KY. I watch WAY too much tv and complain/comment about random stuff. Enjoy!

If I see the #TitleMax commercial on tv even one more time, I will straight up snap and kill people. GAH!

For us, eating and being eaten belong to the terrible secret of love. We love only the person we can eat. The person we hate we ‘can’t swallow.’ That one makes us vomit. Even our friends are inedible. If we were asked to dig into our friend’s flesh we would be disgusted. The person we love we dream only of eating. That is, we slide down that razor’s edge of ambivalence. The story of torment itself is a very beautiful one. Because loving is wanting and being able to eat up and yet to stop at the boundary. And there, at the tiniest beat between springing and stopping, in rushes fear. The spring is already in mid-air. The heart stops. The heart takes off again. Everything in love is oriented towards this absorption. At the same time real love is a don’t-touch, yet still an almost-touching. Tact itself: a phantom touching. Eat me up, my love, or else I’m going to eat you up. Fear of eating, fear of the edible, fear on the part of the one of them who feels loved, desired, who wants to be loved, desired, who desires to be desired, who knows there is no greater proof of love than the other’s appetite, who is dying to be eaten up, who says or doesn’t say, but who signifies: I beg you, eat me up. Want me down to the marrow. And yet manage it so as to keep me alive. But I often turn about or compromise, because I know that you won’t eat me up, in the end, and I urge you: bite me. Sign my death with your teeth.

Helene Cixous, “The Love of the Wolf” (via fleurishes)

Some metaphors should be clarified because even though this eating and being eaten metaphor might be suited (if you stretch your imagination) to lovers, it doesn’t work between family members…

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So basically this is the #JosephMorgan of animals? Lol!

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Being raised in an unstable household makes you understand that the world doesn’t exist to accommodate you, which… is something a lot of people struggle to understand well into their adulthood. It makes you realize how quickly a situation can shift, how danger really is everywhere. But crises when they occur, do not catch you off guard; you have never believed you lived under a shelter of some essential benevolence. And an unstable childhood makes you appreciate calmness and not crave excitement.
Curtis Sittenfeld (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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where i’m from: Kentucky, USA.
where i would like to live: Pretty much anywhere else. It sucks here.
favorite food: Chicken Parmesan. Any kind of pasta. Or carbs. … mostly pasta.
religion: Not very religious, mostly spiritual. Agnostic theist.
sexual orientation: Asexual with hetero leanings.

single/taken: Single, though not by choice.
favorite book: Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. It’s very romantic!
eye colour: Mud-colored Brown.
favorite movie: Labyrinth? IDK. I like too many things.
favorite TV show: The Originals.
favorite band/singer: Band - The Civil Wars or MS MR/Singer - Kyla La Grange/Lana Del Rey
favorite day of the year: None? 
favorite colour: Pink
if i have any pets: None.
what I’m listening to right now: The TV
last movie i’ve watched: TiMER with Emma Caulfield. It was weird but funny.
what’s my ringtone: An iphone ringtone
favorite male character from a TV show: Klaus or Elijah Mikaelson. Or both, together. Maybe with some kind of oil involved.
favorite female character from a TV show: Rebekah Mikaelson, Temperance Brennan, Buffy Summers, etc. I like strong women.

favorite superhero: Buffy. X-Men (I like teams better than individual heroes).
celebrity crush: Joseph Morgan, Ian Somerhalder, David Boreanaz, etc.

[Chorus:]
All I need’s a little love in my life
All I need’s a little love in the dark
A little but I’m hoping it might kick start
Me and my broken heart
I need a little loving tonight
Hold me so I’m not falling apart
A little but I’m hoping it might kick start
Me and my broken heart

Yeah…

[Verse 1:]
Shot gun, aimed at my heart, you got one
Tear me apart and then some
How do we call this love
I try to run away but your eyes
Tell me to stay, oh why,
Why do we call this love

[Pre-Chorus:]
It seems like we’ve been losing control
Somebody tell me I’m not alone
When I say

[Chorus:]
All I need’s a little love in my life
All I need’s a little love in the dark
A little but I’m hoping it might kick start
Me and my broken heart
I need a little loving tonight
Hold me so I’m not falling apart
A little but I’m hoping it might kick start
Me and my broken heart

[Verse 2:]
Maybe some part of you just hates me
You pick me up and play me
How do we call this love?
One time tell me you need me tonight
To make it easy, you lie
And say it’s all for love

[Pre-Chorus:]
It seems like we’ve been losing control
Somebody tell me I’m not alone
When I say

[Chorus:]
All I need’s a little love in my life
All I need’s a little love in the dark
A little but I’m hoping it might kick start
Me and my broken heart
I need a little loving tonight
Hold me so I’m not falling apart
A little but I’m hoping it might kick start
Me and my broken heart

[Bridge:]
Whoa oh, whoa oh
Me and my broken heart
Whoa oh, whoa oh
Me and my broken
Yeah, yeah, yeah
(Me and my broken)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
How do we call this?

It’s just me
It’s just me
It’s just me
Me and my broken heart

[Chorus:]
All I need’s a little love in my life
All I need’s a little love in the dark
A little but I’m hoping it might kick start
Me and my broken heart
I need a little loving tonight
Hold me so I’m not falling apart
A little but I’m hoping it might kick start
Me and my broken heart …

"Me and My Broken Heart" by Rixton

I lived inside the hidden bay,
And time used to pass so slow
I raised dragons by my side,
But I, I had to let them goooo

Days of ashes and nights of flames
A thirstful beauty then thirstful games
Do you need to seal my soul,
Just let me know
When you get out!

Everything we touch turns to gold at night
In the dark we make it special, make it justified
Everything we touch turns to gold at night
There’s a ghost of another she, and there’s a lower light

Now there’s a black star on my sun,
I can’t make it go away
Asking what I chose wasting my time
Until I knew your name

Days of ashes and nights of flames
A thirstful beauty then thirstful games
Do you need to seal my soul,
Just let me know
When you get out

Everything we touch turns to gold at night
In the dark we make it special, make it justified
Everything we touch turns to gold at night
There’s a ghost of another she, and there’s a lower light

When you get out!
Time we make it special, make it justified!

Everything we touch turns to gold at night
In the dark we make it special, make it justified
Everything we touch turns to gold at night
There’s a ghost of another she, and there’s a lower light …

"Everything We Touch" by Say Lou Lou

Didn’t I warn you not to?
Didn’t I warn you good?
Maybe we couldn’t help it
Maybe we never should

Didn’t I say it slowly?
Didn’t I make it clear?
Is it unfair to ask you
Why it is you’re still here?

You cut your teeth on the lack of answers, and you
Come back home and it don’t feel the same
Well I bled words onto a page for you
And you never knew my name

Didn’t I make it harder?
Didn’t I leave you there?
Was it too much to ask you
Why it is you still care?

You cut your teeth on the lack of answers, and you
Come back home and it don’t feel the same
Well I bled words onto a page for you
And you never knew my name

Come, go, break your bones
They cut you up and never let go
Swing low, play your show
Call your mother, say “take me home”
Lie, smile, don’t say no
Another man down if you let them know

You cut your teeth on the lack of answers, and you
Come back home and it don’t feel the same
Well I bled words onto a page for you
And you never knew my name

You cut your teeth on the lack of answers, and you
Come back home and it don’t feel the same
Well I bled words onto a page for you
And you never knew my name
And you never knew my name

"Cut Your Teeth" by Kyla La Grange

It’s time to strap our boots on
This is a perfect day to die
Wipe the blood out of our eyes

In this life there’s no surrender
There’s nothing left for us to do
Find the strength to see this through

We are the ones who will never be broken
With our final breath
We’ll fight to the death
We are soldiers, we are soldiers
Woah woah woah whoa
We are soldiers

I stand here right beside you
Tonight we’re fighting for our lives
Let me hear your battle cry
Your battle cry

We are the ones who will never be broken
With our final breath
We’ll fight to the death
We are soldiers, we are soldiers

We are the ones who will not go unspoken (not go unspoken)
No, we will not sleep
We are not sheep
We are soldiers, we are soldiers
Yeah

We stand shoulder to shoulder
We stand shoulder to shoulder
We stand shoulder to shoulder
You can’t erase us
You’ll just have to face us

We stand shoulder to shoulder
We stand shoulder to shoulder
We stand shoulder to shoulder
You can’t erase us
You’ll just have to face us

We are the ones who will never be broken (never be broken)
With our final breath
We’ll fight to the death
We are soldiers, we are soldiers

We are the ones who will not go unspoken (not go unspoken)
No, we will not sleep
We are not sheep
We are soldiers, we are soldiers
Yeah
Woah woah woah whoa
We are soldiers
Woah woah woah whoa
We are soldiers
Woah woah woah whoa
We are soldiers …

"Soldiers" by Otherwise

(vs 1)

If I called you by your name, boy, would you look, would you look, would you look my way

I’ll be singing like a sparrow, can you feel, can you feel, can you feel it in your veins

(chorus)

You’ve got me in your head, you’ve got me in your lungs,
you’ve got me in your heart, on the tip of your tongue
and you’ve kept me in the dark

(vs 2)

Likewise, you feed me from the ashes, all that’s left is a scar ignited by a spark

don’t fake it, I’ll peel you like an onion, let it burn, let it burn let it burn your eyes

(chorus)

You’ve got me in your head, you’ve got me in your lungs,
you’ve got me in your heart, on the tip of your tongue
and you’ve kept me in the dark

(bridge)

When you’re laughing and smiling and finally deciding to seek
for the things in your life that have made you so humble and meek
I’ll be waiting and scheming to bring you on down to your knees
bring you back to be lonesome and haunted, begging me please

(chorus x 2)

You’ve got me in your head, you’ve got me in your lungs,
you’ve got me in your heart, on the tip of your tongue
and you’ve kept me in the dark …

"Tameless Tongues" by Hillary Hand & The Roseliers