Comes Off Unemotional, Is Super Emotional: CAPRICORN, Taurus, SCORPIO

“I became a mother without ever having sex.  I was sixteen.  My sister was older than me, and she was living a reckless life.  By the time we found out she was pregnant, she was already three months along.  And the baby was born premature, so there was no time to prepare.  My sister went back to the street life, and everything fell on me.  I became the mother.  I was feeding him, changing his diapers, waking up in the middle of the night.  My mother helped at first, but soon she had a stroke and lost all movement on her right side.  The doctor told us she wouldn’t be able to care for a child.  So she signed Aidan over to me, right there in the hospital.  I was only eighteen years old.  I was taking care of my mom.  I was taking care of my son.  I kept it all very private.  I didn’t tell my tennis coach why I had to quit the team.  I didn’t tell my friends why I couldn’t take vacations, or go to parties, or go to college.  I didn’t want the stigma.  I started working four jobs.  I pushed all my own feelings to the back of my mind just to make sure my son was OK.   I couldn’t even grieve when my mom passed away.  I had to think about him.  I had to make sure he was fine.  Since then it’s been the two of us.  Aidan and I grew up together.  He’s a great kid.  He’s so respectful.  I get stopped all the time in our building.  Complete strangers tell me how much they love him.  He holds the door for people.  He helps people carry their groceries.  He’s focused.  He’s a go-getter. He gives one hundred percent, just like his mom.  When there’s something that has to be done, he gets it done.”   #quarantinestories

Gregory Peck as Joe Bradley Roman Holiday, 1953 Dir. William Wyler

harp seal: beautiful heavenly angel so perfect

harbour seal: about what you'd expect…..puppy

weddell seal: 34 year old man named Wilfred

Mike Nichols and Elaine May photographed in a bowling alley in New York City, 1961

Dear god. ❤️

Bernadette Peters, Madeline Kahn, and Glenn Close backstage at Carnegie Hall during the gala benefit, “Sondheim - A Celebration at Carnegie” (June 1992)

"My life and my creativity is all about learning how to get out of the way." — Bernadette Peters

This kind of hit me in the feels.

@queery-potter event ‘Bi headcanons’: Bisexual Narcissa Malfoy.

Growing up, Narcissa hadn’t been taught the term ‘bisexual’. Lesbians and good housewives, that’s what her mother told her and that was what Narcissa believed.

And because Narcissa would be a good wife, she was certainly not a lesbian. She liked kissing Lucius Malfoy, and she loved the idea of being his wife. And because she loved men, she wasn’t a lesbian, and therefore she didn’t love women. It was very simple.

Even if she did smile to herself when Marlene Mckinnon got flirty with her. And even if she enjoyed kissing Neith Zabini in abandoned corridors, and blushed if Lily Evans smiled in a certain way. She wasn’t a lesbian so she didn’t love women.

Andromeda asked her, Neith asked her, at one occasion even Rodolphus asked her. But she shook her head, answered she loved men not women, and left.

Narcissa married and had a child and pushed the thoughts away. She loved Lucius with all her heart, she would always love him, and it didn’t matter that she’d once had reasons to doubt.

Even if Narcissa’s thoughts would wander to Neith and abandonee corridors. Even if it wasn’t always Lucius she thought when touching herself, but Lily and could have been’s. Even if it was Alecto Carrow she allowed to be with her trying to relief her worry during the war.

Until after the war she refused to think of any of it. Until Harry Potter brought her flowers one day as a thank you gift, and mentioned his boyfriend had picked them. That’s when Narcissa looked up and asked “You are gay?” In a surprised tone, and narrowed her eyes when he shook his head.

“No, actually. I’m bisexual.”

She asked what it meant and he explained, and Narcissa was silent for minutes. She thought of Neith, and Alecto, and Lily, and Lucius. Repeated the word in her head a few times before remembering she wasn’t alone.

“Ah, I see.” Narcissa answered, and for some reason she had the idea Harry understood.

The three moods of Polly Gray