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Sir Anthony Hopkins Hears The Waltz He Wrote 50 Years Ago For The First Time

Academy Award-winning actor Sir Anthony Hopkins was a musician before he got into acting. 50 years ago he wrote a waltz but was too afraid to ever hear it play. Dutch violinist André Rieu performs it for the very first time. Watch Hopkins’ reaction.

(I wasn’t able to watch it because it’s not available in my country so here is another link! x )

I literally applauded after that piece finished…. What stunning music!

Even the most accomplished among us still have dreams.


it’s so beautiful

Odin’s beard!

This was beautiful I wanna watch shit like this live

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Oh Cecilia - By Born Ruffians

The more I watch this the more I desire Cecilia (or Kathy, from the video).

Hot damn I’m digging this song


REPOST: Which signs would likely be over-dramatic when sick or hurt?

I’m sorry, I’m just laughing my ass off because this is literally my whole family, and it is so true


REPOST: Which signs would likely be over-dramatic when sick or hurt?

I’m sorry, I’m just laughing my ass off because this is literally my whole family, and it is so true

I feel that even in this day and age people feel like they don’t have the right to be mentally ill, and I just think, if you broke your foot you would get an x-ray, and put it in a plaster cast and let it heal. And then you would do exercise to get it back to full health. It’s the same if you’re mentally unwell – go and speak to someone. It’s fine. (x)

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crepe cake

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Let’s be honest here -
I am not the girl men fall in love with.
I am the girl that men want to fuck.
I am a conquest. A prize. A show.

I could count on five hundred fingers
the number of people that have professed,
“I like you. You’re different. You’re an interesting girl.”
Apparently I’m not fascinating enough for you
to want to hold for more than a one night stand.

as I finished swimming a sea of blankets
and got left stranded on the shore,
I asked myself:

What’s wrong with me?
What am I doing?
Am I not good enough for anybody?

And right before I could drown again,
the sun woke up and said,

"You are.
You are enough.
Forget the men whose hands have groped your hips
in search for answers to questions
you’ve never even heard of.
Do not settle for people who do not appreciate you,
who do not know how lucky they are.
Remember it is a privilege to be loved by you,
or even just
to be touched by you, and
the warmth of another body does not define your worth.

These men -
they think that they can own you
with their drunken stares and roughened arms, but
I have circled the earth
a thousand times
to feed the light flowing inside your skin.
Do not waste it by illuminating those who
can not even be bothered
to learn your last name.”

So that night when
the moon tried once more to pin me down,
I told him:

I am made of sunlight, crashing waves, and fireworks.
You think you can tame me
and cool my flesh?
I am the girl who plays with matches,
and trust me I play it well.
Lord knows I’ve walked through villages leaving
a pile of destruction in my wake.

My heart is a bushfire
and the next time you try to control me,
darling, make no mistake -

I will burst out and ravage you in flames.


(This isn’t a test.)


Sade Andria Zabala (surfandwrite) | For All The Girls With Messy Hearts, And To The Men Whose Skin Have Tasted Mine (via halfasiangirlproblems)

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