My friends and I deal a lot with prophecy. Let me tell you some of my favourite ones.
Author: Elisa Penha
I picture this: two hands
meet in the darkness, and for a moment, real love existed like
no other had before.
Special thanks to Taylor Lipson—a conversation with whom inspired this piece.
the first words doctor hannibal lecter say to will graham on nbc’s hannibal are “do you have trouble with taste?”
I have been thinking about David Tennant.
How much do you know about the ancient city of Troy?
“Trojan War?” you say, probably. “Achilles? Big horse with people inside?”
Smile wide and stand up for yourself. And most of all, love yourself unapologetically, because ballet isn’t going to.
Why must we only validate the art that stems from suffering?
I own five copies of Percy Jackson: The Lightning Thief.
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