Hansbelle

I live on faith.
16, a Hungarian far from home, but perfectly at home.

July 19, 2014 9:55 pm 6:20 pm

I wrote this one angry night and I’m not sure how I feel about it now.
I guess it was kind of poetic…
Barely.
Usually I’m angry at myself but sometimes I look at the people around my head and get angry at them instead.
~~~~~


Angry, because I wish they could see how lost they are. But mostly because I want them to see how vile they are. How wrong they are about everything. How regret-worthy, immature, and nauseating their actions are and that it reeks like old garbage and you never quite get used to the smell.

But they go on with their lives as if they never hurt anyone. As if they were never the reason for a good friend’s tears, or a friendship broken. As if they are absolved of the need to say the words “I’m sorry” honestly. As if forgiveness is the one thing that we cannot ask for.
I want to spit on the stigma that saying sorry is a weakness because it is nothing if not a strength. One that is apparently less in demand than that which is a real weakness, pride.
Look at all of them. Too pathetic to have ever uttered an apology to the ones that they owed it to most.
All the neglected apologies that would have once given their hate-stricken souls a little soap to make them more human, those apologies mold into grudges that never should have existed and I will never forget that the apologies that might have been for me, for us both, have instead become another monster of self-conceit and arrogance that convinces them never to say the soul-cleansing words “I’m sorry.”

5:58 pm 1:51 pm

silensy:

2005-2014

Good lord, this is the most stark portrayal I’ve seen of this.

(Source: giannis-antetokounmpo, via lilio)

July 18, 2014 10:32 pm
"I’ve got to
decide:
kill myself or
love myself?"

Charles Bukowski (via katelouisepowell)

(Source: stxxz.us, via katelouisepowell)

July 17, 2014 2:41 pm

consultingmoosecaptain:

dalekitsune:

the phrase “curiosity killed the cat” is actually not the full phrase it actually is “curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back” so don’t let anyone tell you not to be a curious little baby okay go and be interested in the world uwu

See also:

Blood is thicker than water The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the womb.

Meaning that relationships formed by choice are stronger than those formed by birth.

(via vowofsherlock)

12:19 pm

hope-movement:

An Encouragement: To the girls, the women, the ladies, the females. To the mothers, the daughters, the sisters, the nieces, the cousins, the aunties and the grandmothers. To the insecure, to the broken, to the loved and unloved. To the lost, to the scarred, to the hurting and the whole. To the empty, to the downcast, to the unhappy and the content. To those who can look in the mirror, and to those who cannot. To those who are happy to have their photo taken, and to those who hide their face away. To those of you who cannot face a day without makeup, or bare to see your reflection in a window passing by. To those who are single, married, separated, divorced, widowed. To anyone who needs to hear these words; and see this clip — this is for you.

Yeah it would be encouragement if these weren’t already beautiful people who really, have not much to hide. What about the girls with blotchy red, acne ridden faces that they have tried to fix for years to no avail? The girls who know their face will be scarred by it for years? The girls who don’t want to do a sleepover because their face without makeup is legitimately a bit nauseating and they know their facial situation is one that can look beautiful without makeup because there’s nothing beautiful about acne scars, painful blemishes and irritated unhealthy skin. And they wear makeup because of this even though they know it won’t make the problem go away but at least it will hide it.
And the boys who have to deal with it anyways because they can’t wear makeup!
Of course, it’s not a self-esteem-issue contest, but I mean this really doesn’t show me a reason to be ok with myself without makeup because if I looked like one of those girls do without makeup I would think myself to be so blessed, if not dreaming! And I wouldn’t even worry about makeup I’d be so happy with it.

This said, I find this a very beautiful video, and am so glad things like this are starting to get out there more.

(via iwilltrustinyou)

July 16, 2014 10:25 pm

ribboneesta:

some feelings

  • entering a warm room after being out in the cold
  • peeling off your socks after a long day
  • the “boom” in your heart when you hear a firework explode
  • having someone brush your hair
  • the buzz of your fingers opening a package you’ve been waiting for
  • writing with a new pen
  • the funny feeling in your stomach when you see the sun outside your window and realize you’ve stayed up all night

(via thetwogaydetectives)

9:25 pm

cooasswhiteboiii47:

thekingofhorror:

robemmy:

Hypocrisy

So fucking powerful.

can’t get over this

People just want to get angry and criticize, not get humble and work.

(via time-signature-lord)

5:12 pm
girlwithalessonplan:

elementarymydearpenguin:

(via Life is Better Messy Anyway: Reading Graffiti)
Reading Graffiti Board “Students can write one quote per book per student. This challenges them to find the perfect quote.”

Cute idea!

girlwithalessonplan:

elementarymydearpenguin:

(via Life is Better Messy Anyway: Reading Graffiti)

Reading Graffiti Board
“Students can write one quote per book per student. This challenges them to find the perfect quote.”

Cute idea!

July 15, 2014 8:24 pm

liveviction:

someone: so what do plan on studying during college?

me: i’m likely going to major in Mathematics and minor in Zoology, with a specialization in variations of domestic habits within the formidicae species particularly native to California

1:33 pm
danganaddict:

c0nsulting-timel0rd:

totoislostinoz:

carry-on-my-consulting-tardis:

“What house?”
“Montague!”
“whAT HOUSE?”
“MONTAGUE”
“WHAT HOUSE?????”
“MONTAGUE!!”
“MONTAGUES! GETCHA HEAD IN THE GAME!”

The fact that someone else thinks he looks like Zac Efron makes me so happy.

That’s literally all we talked about in freshman English


WE WATCHED THIS IN SHAKESPEARE LAST YEAR AND THIS ONE GUY JUST YELLED “BRETHREN, THOU MUST PLACE THINE HEAD IN THE GAME” AND WE HAD TO WAIT A WEEK TO FUCKING CONTINUE IT BECAUSE WE KEPT CRACKING UP AND SINGING REWRITES OF THE HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL SOUNDTRACK

danganaddict:

c0nsulting-timel0rd:

totoislostinoz:

carry-on-my-consulting-tardis:

“What house?”

“Montague!”

“whAT HOUSE?”

“MONTAGUE”

“WHAT HOUSE?????”

“MONTAGUE!!”

“MONTAGUES! GETCHA HEAD IN THE GAME!”

The fact that someone else thinks he looks like Zac Efron makes me so happy.

That’s literally all we talked about in freshman English

WE WATCHED THIS IN SHAKESPEARE LAST YEAR AND THIS ONE GUY JUST YELLED “BRETHREN, THOU MUST PLACE THINE HEAD IN THE GAME” AND WE HAD TO WAIT A WEEK TO FUCKING CONTINUE IT BECAUSE WE KEPT CRACKING UP AND SINGING REWRITES OF THE HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL SOUNDTRACK

(Source: lydiamartuin, via time-signature-lord)

12:41 pm
ourtroylerinfinityy:

piper-mclean-rp:

deckatalent:

quezycoatl:

flutterbye-5:

You see these fuckers? They’re my pointe shoes. Now, I don’t know how much you guys know about ballet, but pointe is a style of ballet where the dancer dances on their toes. There’s a wooden box like thing on the tips, and is flat on the front, which makes us able to dance on our toes like we do. It’s called the box or platform. These shoes need to be the perfect size, otherwise the dancer can easily seriously hurt themselves. If the shoes are too small, their toes could break, but if they’re too big, they could snap their ankles. No two pairs of shoes are the same, so you can’t borrow anyone else’s. They need to be yours because otherwise the shoes won’t fit with your foot and how you dance. 
These shoes range from 50-85 dollars, depending on where you get them and what they’re made out of. They’re stiff as a board when you first get them, so you need to break them in. Breaking them in takes months. You have to dance in stiff, hard boxes until the shank and vamp finally takes to your foot. You will bleed. Some people actually cry because the pain of breaking the shoes in is so bad. Once they’re finally broken in, dancing in them is wonderful, even if it still hurts a little. But when they’re broken in, they only last a few more months until they fall apart completely. Then you need to get a new pair and break those in. 
In order to dance on these shoes, you need the proper cushioning for your toes, whether it be cotton, a soft gel slip over your toes, or wool. Your toenails need to be as short as you can make them, so that your nail can’t splinter and dig into your skin as you go up. Sometimes it happens anyway. Before a dancer can even consider dancing on the floor away from the bar, they need to practice for months, perfecting their balance, the set of their core, where their shoulders need to be, and how to go up. 
Going up is key to staying safe while dancing pointe. If you go up wrong, theres a 95% chance you will hurt yourself. To go up, you need to roll up from your heels to the tips of your toes, flat, and with precision. If you hop up, you’ll break your ankle. If you roll the wrong way, you’ll break your ankle. It literally needs to be perfect. Before leaving the bar, you need to be able to balance for about sixty seconds, to assure your instructor and yourself that you will be save doing forte turns and pirouettes, as well as gran-jete, glissade, leaps, and even waltzes. 
The next step is grace. You can’t blunder across the stage. You need to glide, flowing from each step to the other. The dance needs to look like a single step, moving continuously from each pose to another. Fingers need to be extended, necks elongated, shoulders down, chin up, stomach and butt tense and in, legs and back straight and toes pointed and turned out. The dance must always continue, even if you hurt yourself. If you can still move, you can still dance. If you’re bleeding in your shoe, there is no stopping and fixing it. You finish the dance and when it’s over you patch yourself up in the dressing room and continue on with your next dance if you have one. If you fall, you make it look like it was supposed to be in the dance. Your facial expressions and body need to reflect the music, so if you have a melancholy song, you must look forlorn, and depict it through your body and eyes, as well as the set of your mouth. Same as if your number was happy and upbeat, you need to reflect that. 
There are two major styles of ballet: Russian and Italian. An ideal ballerina knows both forms, and can tell the difference between the two. A dancer must follow the song with it’s beat as well, and the tempo can go from counts of four to sixteenth counts. 
Pointe dancers sometimes need to put resin on their shoes so that they don’t slip and risk breaking an arm, or even their neck. But if you put too much resin on, your shoes will stick, and you’ll fall while trying to turn. 
In conclusion, DANCE IS A FUCKING SPORT, OKAY? ESPECIALLY BALLET. WE RISK OURSELVES EVERY PRACTICE AND SHOW, SO DON’T YOU DARE FUCKING TELL ME THAT WHAT I DO ISN’T A SPORT. I PRACTICE FOR HOURS, JUST AS EVERY OTHER PERSON WHO PLAYS SOCCER OR FOOTBALL OR LACROSSE. I GET HURT AND I FALL AND I GET BRUISED AND I BREAK THINGS, JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE WHO PLAYS ALL THOSE OTHER FUCKING SPORTS. 
DANCE.
IS.
A.
SPORT.
So kindly fuck off if you think otherwise. 

Ballet is the most hardcore thing ever. People are all like “Oh football players are so tough!” Pbbbbt. Ballet dancers can dance through pain that would make a football player cry like a bitch.

This is true guys I attended a professional russian ballet school for 10 years of my life it’s so fucking true

Someone said it

PREACH GIRL PREACH

This is beautiful. But.Why would you want to call it a sport? Sports are sweaty, lack creativity and already get far too much credit.THIS is an ART. It’s a shame that being able to call ballet an art doesn’t seem to carry the same weight as it being called a sport.

ourtroylerinfinityy:

piper-mclean-rp:

deckatalent:

quezycoatl:

flutterbye-5:

You see these fuckers? They’re my pointe shoes. Now, I don’t know how much you guys know about ballet, but pointe is a style of ballet where the dancer dances on their toes. There’s a wooden box like thing on the tips, and is flat on the front, which makes us able to dance on our toes like we do. It’s called the box or platform. These shoes need to be the perfect size, otherwise the dancer can easily seriously hurt themselves. If the shoes are too small, their toes could break, but if they’re too big, they could snap their ankles. No two pairs of shoes are the same, so you can’t borrow anyone else’s. They need to be yours because otherwise the shoes won’t fit with your foot and how you dance. 

These shoes range from 50-85 dollars, depending on where you get them and what they’re made out of. They’re stiff as a board when you first get them, so you need to break them in. Breaking them in takes months. You have to dance in stiff, hard boxes until the shank and vamp finally takes to your foot. You will bleed. Some people actually cry because the pain of breaking the shoes in is so bad. Once they’re finally broken in, dancing in them is wonderful, even if it still hurts a little. But when they’re broken in, they only last a few more months until they fall apart completely. Then you need to get a new pair and break those in. 

In order to dance on these shoes, you need the proper cushioning for your toes, whether it be cotton, a soft gel slip over your toes, or wool. Your toenails need to be as short as you can make them, so that your nail can’t splinter and dig into your skin as you go up. Sometimes it happens anyway. Before a dancer can even consider dancing on the floor away from the bar, they need to practice for months, perfecting their balance, the set of their core, where their shoulders need to be, and how to go up. 

Going up is key to staying safe while dancing pointe. If you go up wrong, theres a 95% chance you will hurt yourself. To go up, you need to roll up from your heels to the tips of your toes, flat, and with precision. If you hop up, you’ll break your ankle. If you roll the wrong way, you’ll break your ankle. It literally needs to be perfect. Before leaving the bar, you need to be able to balance for about sixty seconds, to assure your instructor and yourself that you will be save doing forte turns and pirouettes, as well as gran-jete, glissade, leaps, and even waltzes. 

The next step is grace. You can’t blunder across the stage. You need to glide, flowing from each step to the other. The dance needs to look like a single step, moving continuously from each pose to another. Fingers need to be extended, necks elongated, shoulders down, chin up, stomach and butt tense and in, legs and back straight and toes pointed and turned out. The dance must always continue, even if you hurt yourself. If you can still move, you can still dance. If you’re bleeding in your shoe, there is no stopping and fixing it. You finish the dance and when it’s over you patch yourself up in the dressing room and continue on with your next dance if you have one. If you fall, you make it look like it was supposed to be in the dance. Your facial expressions and body need to reflect the music, so if you have a melancholy song, you must look forlorn, and depict it through your body and eyes, as well as the set of your mouth. Same as if your number was happy and upbeat, you need to reflect that. 

There are two major styles of ballet: Russian and Italian. An ideal ballerina knows both forms, and can tell the difference between the two. A dancer must follow the song with it’s beat as well, and the tempo can go from counts of four to sixteenth counts. 

Pointe dancers sometimes need to put resin on their shoes so that they don’t slip and risk breaking an arm, or even their neck. But if you put too much resin on, your shoes will stick, and you’ll fall while trying to turn. 

In conclusion, DANCE IS A FUCKING SPORT, OKAY? ESPECIALLY BALLET. WE RISK OURSELVES EVERY PRACTICE AND SHOW, SO DON’T YOU DARE FUCKING TELL ME THAT WHAT I DO ISN’T A SPORT. I PRACTICE FOR HOURS, JUST AS EVERY OTHER PERSON WHO PLAYS SOCCER OR FOOTBALL OR LACROSSE. I GET HURT AND I FALL AND I GET BRUISED AND I BREAK THINGS, JUST LIKE EVERYONE ELSE WHO PLAYS ALL THOSE OTHER FUCKING SPORTS. 

DANCE.

IS.

A.

SPORT.

So kindly fuck off if you think otherwise. 

Ballet is the most hardcore thing ever. People are all like “Oh football players are so tough!” Pbbbbt. Ballet dancers can dance through pain that would make a football player cry like a bitch.

This is true guys I attended a professional russian ballet school for 10 years of my life it’s so fucking true

Someone said it

PREACH GIRL PREACH

This is beautiful.
But.
Why would you want to call it a sport? Sports are sweaty, lack creativity and already get far too much credit.
THIS is an ART.
It’s a shame that being able to call ballet an art doesn’t seem to carry the same weight as it being called a sport.

(Source: butimnotinyour, via time-signature-lord)

July 14, 2014 10:37 am
carnevore:

Wow look at this cliffhanger 

carnevore:

Wow look at this cliffhanger 

(Source: carnevore, via anotherthingyoulllose)

10:13 am