When The Only One Who Ever Mattered Said About Sskk “Their Lives Were Like Pawns In A Chess Game Or

Promises of Gold, José Olivarez

This is definitely not a google drive full of the sleep stuff from the Headspace app, including sleepcasts, music, and wind down meditation, that normally costs 17.99 a month, no siree and you definitely shouldnt share this with people

The sand would have rose with Anakin if the Jedi hadn't been rotten and selfish; acting like this they helped Ani's downfall and the birth of Darth Vader. Palpatine convinced him to join the dark side because there was no one else on the other side willing to help him.

Anakin + M for the minific thing, please

M. when it rains/snows/storms;

The palace doors were shuddering and clattering and hissing, shaken by the sand raging outside. It was furious, building onto itself, feeding the storm grain by grain like single drops feed seas on other planets he had only heard of in bits of stolen tales, conversations eavesdropped from people free to roam the galaxy as it pleased them. The noise was astonishing. The Desert was screaming, roaring, just like the slaves who died at the execution he had been obliged to attend to only a few days ago. They shared the same fierce dignity, the same fearlessness. It was said the Desert’s strength came to hover on their dying children if only someone dared ask for help. Sandstorm were the moment when every dead slave came back to life to throw their wrath onto the world. He knew that. He knew that without single grains a sandstorm would be nothing, and the raw, angry song those single grains were able to form together had always struck him. Sometimes, no matter how dangerous it was, no matter that he had too much respect for the Desert to defy them like that, he wished he could be outside, facing the sandstorm in the eye.

He kept brushing the mop against the floor, knelt on hot sandstone. There was dust all over the place, and Gardulla hated dusty aisles, especially during sandstorms, when sand used to sneak in from every crack and crevice of the structure and settle on every layer, on every spot, like a rough, gritty blanket. She wanted no Desert trace in her palace, because a Hutt can control the Desert, a Hutt can shut the Desert out. Anakin liked the dust he was cleaning away, though. He knew the truth. He knew sand could rise, and rise, and rise, and cover every Master’s throne, cover the palace, cover whole cities, cover entire worlds. He knew it could slip into the shackles’ gears and erode the steel, it could blows into Masters’ eyes and blinds them. Sand was powerful and unstoppable. He knew one day it would have set his people free.

What if Heaven truly exists but not in the shape we expect? What if it is another world, another dimension, another universe. What if death wasn't death? What if this life is just the first step of a bigger plan? What if this is just a dream? Too many questions, too little answers.

Maybe we just have to live day by day, focusing on this life, on this moment. We don't know what we'll find on the other side, after death; we could become stars, dust, shadows. Appreciate every sorrow, every happy moment, because they'll never come back. Don't be who you were meant to be, be who you wanna be and live. Like, actually live; don't survive, but live.

Art is jealous, she doesn’t like taking second place to an indisposition.

Vincent van Gogh, The Letters of Vincent van Gogh

*blood warning*

The Song of Achilles - color keys

I’m trying to work on my coloring/framing, so I thought it’d be fun to try some color key type drawings with a whole book!

and yet you hesitate.

eventually you realize you don’t want to die. you just don’t want to live the life you’re living. and slowly you try to create a life you want to live. just gotta start there.

“There will come a time when you believe everything is finished; that will be the beginning. ”    ―   Louis L'Amour  

Dragon Boat Festival by lei min