what if
the whole “mirror mirror on the wall who’s the fairest of them all” thing was created so that
little girls would do it in the mirror and
when their reflection didn’t change they’d see how beautiful they are
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that is the most beautiful thing i have read all week
disney character: mirror mirror on the wall, who is the farest of them all?
mirror: look, susan, beauty is a socially constructed concept which can be defined in many ways by different people. moreover, regardless of which definition is used, it cannot be quantified and therefore cannot be accurately compared.
There’s beauty in the way the sunset still reminds me of you. It’s been so long since we talked, I keep a place in my heart for you. When I get so alone, I try to fill it with dreams of you but there’s a page ripped out. I can’t finish this story of you and your blue eyes. Blue, your baby blue eyes.
I can’t forget the little things you do. There’s beauty in the way the sky fills with the color of you. There’s miles in between, there’s miles and miles between me and you and your blue eyes. Blue, your baby blue eyes.
Paul Baribeau, ‘Blue Eyes’ (via lovelustquotes)
u kno when you’re crying and u catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror and you’re like??? if this was a movie this scene would have won me an oscar
Bro 1: I can show you the world bro.
Bro 2: Dude, show me.
(Bro 1 holds up a mirror to Bro 2)
Bro 1: You mean the world to me bro.
Bro 2: BRO…
i catch myself staring at you when you’re doing simple things: driving, reading, replying to a text. i love watching the shadows your eyelashes cast and how your freckles peek out and the furrow you get between your brow. you always get nervous when you catch me staring, ask me, “is there something wrong?” always check your teeth, send a quick glance in the mirror. but there’s not. i’ve seen you 2 am crossfaded, 3 am crying jags, 5 am no coffee, 6 am after a long run. you always look beautiful, like you are made of the sun.
Comparison steals our joy. We dwell in urban places where self-consciousness reigns and assessment runs high. The only place we’re completely removed from under (or behind) the microscope is when we immerse ourselves in nature and leave the mirror of society behind. I can’t recall when I’ve looked at a sycamore in autumn and wondered why the leaves weren’t more orange, or why the foliage wasn’t just a bit slimmer.
Kinfolk - Natural Judgment (via drawmeafteryou)
Things I will forever be upset about:
1. I don’t know what my Patronus is
2. I don’t know what Amortentia smells like to me
3. I don’t know what I’d see in the Mirror of Erised
4. I don’t know what my Boggart would be
5. I don’t know what my wand would look like
6. I don’t know what position I would be good at in Quidditch.
7. I’m not 100% sure what house I would be in