Le livre de contes
Welcome to my book of tales. Let me take your imagination on an adventure.

crayonster:

timeturner:

bex-chan:

you know you’re getting old when you watch the little mermaid and when ariel says “i’m 16 years old. i’m not a child anymore.” and you’re just sat there like yes you fucking are young lady stop it

The day you start agreeing with the parents in kids movies is the day it’s all over.

(via tayloralisonswft)

andypwrites:

I live in paintings hung on walls. People don’t know I am here though they can see me through pastels and paints and pencils. They look at me in awe, sometimes in confusion and at times in wonder. They call me Mona Lisa or Hendrickje Stoffels or L’Européenne, depending on which wall I hang on a particular day. I live in paintings drawn on canvass and not one person knows I am here - that is until you.

Was it the slight move of my eyes or the little sigh that gave me away? You saw. And then you looked intently at me while the others roamed past to the next picture, oblivious to the conversation we were having without words. I thought you’d run away but you didn’t. You stayed until everyone had gone, still trying to decide what to make of me.

"Hey, Sabine woman. How are you doing?" you asked with a frown as you read the description below the wooden frame. "The Rape of the Sabine Women," it said.

I smiled despite the man groping me in the painting. You took a step back. It was obvious you were as perturbed as I was. Still, you didn’t run away.

You smiled back and you stayed until the guards told you it was time to leave. “I’ll be back tomorrow,” you promised. “Tres bien,” the guard answered thinking it was him you were talking to.

I sadly watched you walk away. Tomorrow will be another me, another painting in another wall. Among the hundreds of artworks that line the Louvre, I knew you’d never find me again.

But you did. Each day you came back. And every time you knew exactly who I was, where I was, as if your heart led you to find me.

"I am going home today," you told me one morning. I longed to drop the gun and the French flag I was holding so I could hold your face and feel the stubble that lined your jaw. But of course I couldn’t. "Do you know what day it is today? It’s July 28. And you are Liberty Leading the People."

You laughed at your observation before you tried to touch me and before you realized you are not allowed to do so. You heaved a sigh. People thought you were just a lonely tourist who like them were not ready to leave Paris yet. I knew better. We both knew better.

You looked at me with the same intensity the first time you found me as a Sabine woman and said, “Goodbye, my Liberty.”

All I could do was watch you walk away. Just like the time when you promised you’d be back. Only this time, you were not coming back.

I live in paintings hung on walls. And not one person knows I am here. Not one of them but you.

And they’ll never know that you know. It’s a secret we’ll share only with each other.

(Also in hitRECord)

Neil Patrick Harris and David Burtka reenact the spaghetti scene from Lady and the Tramp

(Source: matchingvnecks, via thispopculture)

adagioformaves:

8-Bit FRIENDS.

(via mondle-r)

andypwrites:

It’s pouring outside
and it reminds me
of how we left things
drenched and cold
and broken.

I make a cup of tea
and force myself to forget
all the things I could have said
to make you stay
even if it hurts.

So I stare out the window
and watch the sky cry
and relive the pain I felt
when we said
goodbye.

You walking away
and me standing all shaken
is the worst thing I have ever
had to go through
in life.

But baby you’re right
I’m too much fire,
you’re too much rain
and together we’ll only
end up damaged.

Because the rain won’t stop
for the burning fire
and the fire won’t end
for just a little drop
of rain.

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andypwrites:

Do you think there’s a chance for us
to ever come out of this
solitary togetherness
of constant havoc between
mourning, pain, grief and
euphoria, bliss, glee—
if each day we struggle
to search for a reason
why confinement with each other
is how we are meant to live
until we do not,
until we cannot.

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andyphee:

(Edited)

So I’m writing a novel. And I’m not even close to being done, like I’m just four chapters in. But I really want to create a mock-up cover to get me going. (You see, I really believe in this whole “The Secret” thing i.e. when you believe in something, and you see it all the time, you’re gonna get/have it because the Universe will do its magic and grant you that thing.) And so, here I am asking for willing artists/illustrators/photoshop wizards to help me out for freeIT WOULD MEAN A LOT. REALLY.

So here are the details:

  • Title is “The Truth about Kimberly Alyson Fitzgerald’s Unfortunate Life”
  • Author = me “Andrea Phee”
  • The main character, Kim, has cotton candy pink hair so I want the cover to be like her hair. Or have cotton candies or something. Just make it vivacious, fun crazy, and ironic if possible because that’s what Kim is like.
  • Size must be 8.5inx5.5in
  • It doesn’t have to be major. Nice and creative will do, and will be much appreciated.

Like I said, I’m looking for someone to do this for free. Cause I’m a first-time novelist so I’m just trying to get all the help I can get.

But if when I do get published, I might use it as a cover and you’ll get credit, I promise! And I don’t know how book illustrators are paid but I’ll look into that and let you know how. And also, I’ll give you a free copy when I get published.

Please help me out?

Thank you so much in advance to anyone who will lend me their talents. Thank you thank you thank you!

I love you! Seriously!

x A

Help me?

(Edited)

So I’m writing a novel. And I’m not even close to being done, like I’m just four chapters in. But I really want to create a mock-up cover to get me going. (You see, I really believe in this whole “The Secret” thing i.e. when you believe in something, and you see it all the time, you’re gonna get/have it because the Universe will do its magic and grant you that thing.) And so, here I am asking for willing artists/illustrators/photoshop wizards to help me out for freeIT WOULD MEAN A LOT. REALLY.

So here are the details:

  • Title is “The Truth about Kimberly Alyson Fitzgerald’s Unfortunate Life”
  • Author = me “Andrea Phee”
  • The main character, Kim, has cotton candy pink hair so I want the cover to be like her hair. Or have cotton candies or something. Just make it vivacious, fun crazy, and ironic if possible because that’s what Kim is like.
  • Size must be 8.5inx5.5in
  • It doesn’t have to be major. Nice and creative will do, and will be much appreciated.

Like I said, I’m looking for someone to do this for free. Cause I’m a first-time novelist so I’m just trying to get all the help I can get.

But if when I do get published, I might use it as a cover and you’ll get credit, I promise! And I don’t know how book illustrators are paid but I’ll look into that and let you know how. And also, I’ll give you a free copy when I get published.

Please help me out?

Thank you so much in advance to anyone who will lend me their talents. Thank you thank you thank you!

I love you! Seriously!

x A

Help me?