Querer el mundo para alguien, no es un sentimiento del que puedas huir. Porque amamos a quien amamos.

Sam Smith, Ed sheeran: Who We Love

There must be something inaccessible in what we love, something to pursue; we love only what we do not possess.

from In Search of Lost Time, Book 5: The Prisoner by Marcel Proust

Colour the empty space Kiss in a crowded place Stand in the summer rain Tangled in awkward shapes A new, but familiar taste You're feeling it all again It's not wrong To want the world for someone It's not a feeling you can run from 'Cause we love who we love So, let go You don't know better than your heart knows Whether they're here or long gone And we love who we love Yeah, we love who we love Footprints along the sand Whispers of sweet romance Sound of a wedding band Holding hands in the street No need to be discreet Finally feeling free It's not wrong To want the world for someone It's not a feeling you can run from 'Cause we love who we love So let go You don't know better than your heart knows Whether they're here or long gone And we love who we love Yeah, we love who we love The universe has pulled us closer I trust whatever's brought me here to you You can never lose If love is what you feel then It's not wrong To want the world for someone It's not a feeling you can run from 'Cause we love who we love So let go You don't know better than your heart knows Whether they're here or long gone We love who we love Yeah, we love who we love

𝓒𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓶𝓹𝓽𝔂 𝓼𝓹𝓪𝓬𝓮

𝓚𝓲𝓼𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓪 𝓬𝓻𝓸𝔀𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮

𝓢𝓽𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓮𝓻 𝓻𝓪𝓲𝓷

𝓣𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓪𝔀𝓴𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓮𝓼

𝓐 𝓷𝓮𝔀, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓪𝓻 𝓽𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮

𝓨𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓯𝓮𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓲𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷

Danielle Galligan

Facts

December 1, 1992

Irish actress

Filmography

Nina [Shadow and Bone: 2021-2022]

Naomi [Who We Love: 2021]

Daiga [Cold Courage: 2020]

Lili [Beautiful Youth: 2018]

Caitlyn [Tinderface: 2015]

Appearance

brunette

blue eyes

freckles

1.65m

Roleplay

playable: young adult, adult

Truly it is never a good idea to look in the replies of any post that talks about loving and being attracted to men. I want to chew on glass

The Doctor!

because sometimes there are invisible tests and invisible rules and you're just supposed to ... know the rule. someone you thought of as a friend asks you for book recommendations, so you give her a list of like 30 books, each with a brief blurb and why you like it. later, you find out she screenshotted the list and send it out to a group chat with the note: what an absolute freak can you believe this. you saw the responses: emojis where people are rolling over laughing. too much and obsessive and actually kind of creepy in the comments. you thought you'd been doing the right thing. she'd asked, right? an invisible rule: this is what happens when you get too excited.

you aren't supposed to laugh at your own jokes, so you don't, but then you're too serious. you're not supposed to be too loud, but then people say you're too quiet. you aren't supposed to get passionate about things, but then you're shy, boring. you aren't supposed to talk too much, but then people are mad when you're not good at replying.

you fold yourself into a prettier paper crane. since you never know what is "selfish" and what is "charity," you give yourself over, fully. you'd rather be empty and over-generous - you'd rather eat your own boundaries than have even one person believe that you're mean. since you don't know what the thing is that will make them hate you, you simply scrub yourself clean of any form of roughness. if you are perfect and smiling and funny, they can love you. if you are always there for them and never admit what's happening and never mention your past and never make them uncomfortable - you can make up for it. you can earn it.

don't fuck up. they're all testing you, always. they're tolerating you. whatever secret club happened, over a summer somewhere - during some activity you didn't get to attend - everyone else just... figured it out. like they got some kind of award or examination that allowed them to know how-to-be-normal. how to fit. and for the rest of your life, you've been playing catch-up. you've been trying to prove that - haha! you get it! that the joke they're telling, the people they are, the manual they got- yeah, you've totally read it.

if you can just divide yourself in two - the lovable one, and the one that is you - you can do this. you can walk the line. they can laugh and accept you. if you are always-balanced, never burdensome, a delight to have in class, champagne and glittering and never gawky or florescent or god-forbid cringe: you can get away with it.

you stare at your therapist, whom you can make jokes with, and who laughs at your jokes, because you are so fucking good at people-pleasing. you smile at her, and she asks you how you're doing, and you automatically say i'm good, thanks, how are you? while the answer swims somewhere in your little lizard brain:

how long have you been doing this now? mastering the art of your body and mind like you're piloting a puppet. has it worked? what do you mean that all you feel is... just exhausted. pick yourself up, the tightrope has no net. after all, you're cheating, somehow, but nobody seems to know you actually flunked the test. it's working!

aren't you happy yet?

I wish we had more female characters like Eleanor Shellstrop. One of the most unlikable people you've ever met. Read a Buzzfeed article on most rude things you can do on a daily basis and decided to use that as a list of goals. Makes everyone's day worse just by being there. Dropped a margarita mix on the ground and tried to pick it up, only to get hit by a row of shopping carts which pushed her into the road where she was hit by a boner pill delivery truck, killing her instantly. Cannot keep a romantic partner despite being bisexual. Had a terrible childhood but will die before she gets therapy. Best employee at a scam company. Just the worst but also can't help but root for her to improve.

Absolute loser. Girl-failure. Bad at almost everything. Literally perfect female character.

why is religious Christmas imagery all so joyful and pleasant? where is the inherent horror of the birth of Christ? A mother is handed her newborn child, wailing and innocent. Her hands come away sticky. Red. Simply by giving her son life she has already killed him. He is doomed from the beginning. Her love will not save him from suffering. Because the thing cradled in her arms is not a baby, it is a sacrifice: born amongst the other bleating animals whose blood will one day be spilled in the name of what demands it. the night is silent with anticipation. Mary, did you know? That your womb was also a grave?

some highlights fromour of drawings. all drawn by me and you guys have no context to them either

A Moment in Time - Dearly Missed