How to live life when you don't want life anymore?
you remember the small things. spring daytime. hammock days. music, books, the people who stayed, including yourself.
daydreams, because that happiness counts, too.
think of ice cream trucks. of kids chasing each other on the playground. of summers spent picking berries or chasing fireflies. think of all the love you never got to give anyone. think about all the light. all the bright spots. the times you laughed in math class, the times you passed notes at the back of english, the times this world tried to push you down but you got back up anyway. think about that. because you’re so much more than your bad days. i promise.
Alright guys, I’m looking for some new blogs to follow! So please reblog this post if you post stuff about any ofthe following:
-green day/blink-182/my chemical romance/other miscellaneous punk and pop punk bands
-agents of shield
-ouran high school host club
-welcome to night vale
-just funny stuff!
we’re driving down an empty country road, windows down, hopes up, and you’re smiling
you’ve turned up the radio long ago and we’re taking turns singing along -
i revel in your smile, your laugh
your eyes reflect the passing wonders as the sun slowly sets and i see countless galaxies in your irises
you still burn brighter than any star i’ve ever seen
who needs the sun if i have you?
you read me stories your mother used to tell you, and the way you tuck your hair behind your ear as you turn the page makes me want to fall to my knees and thank god with everything i have for blessing me with you
day slowly turns into night but we are determined to make it to our destination
there are fireflies all around us, but i still can’t take my eyes off you, can’t ignore the way their light makes the freckles on your nose that you hate so much stand out like the stars in the sky
i realize, you are my universe
we stop, too exhilarated to do anything but stare at each other, and you give me that little private smile of yours -
god, i will never get over the way it makes your eyes crinkle
i reach out, trace the constellations on your face with careful fingers and i wish we could stay here forever
i know, as i sigh into the crook of your neck, that there is no coming back from you because you are the sun and my world revolves around you -
sometimes i hope that when i die, i get to be reborn into a time in which we can meet again because i am certain that we were made for each other;
i look back up and you’re laughing, i see the galaxies in your eyes, the stars on your nose and i swear on everything that i have that i can feel the stardust hidden in your bones -
“You never called me back,“ he said. "I called you so many times and you never called me back.”
Magnus looked at Alec as if he’d lost his mind. “Your city is under attack,” he said. “The wards have been broken, and the streets are full of demons. And you want to know why I haven't called you?”
Alec set his jaw in a stubborn line. “I want to know why you haven’t called meback.”
Magnus threw his hands up in the air in a gesture of utter exasperation. Alec noted with interest that when he did it, a few sparks escaped from his fingertips, like fireflies escaping from a jar. “You’re an idiot.”
“Is that why you haven’t called me? Because I’m an idiot?”
“No.” Magnus strode toward him. “I didn’t call you because I’m tired of you only wanting me around when you need something. I’m tired of watching you be in love with someone else - someone, incidentally, who will never love you back. Not the way I do.”
“You love me?”
“You stupid Nephilim,” Magnus said patiently. “Why else am I here? Why else would I have spent the past few weeks patching up all your moronic friends every time they got hurt? And getting you out of every ridiculous situation you found yourself in? Not to mention helping you win a battle against Valentine. And all completely free of charge!”
― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass”
It’s a simple math; fireflies - fire = flies.
あゝ蛍 光らなければ ただの虫
No offense to fireflies. They are so adorable. In less than a month, I could see them again.
(Sorry for not being able to draw a sublime pic)
（風景画力０で申し訳ありません。あとカトブレパスが SIREN の堕辰子みたいになったので部屋の隅っこで体育座りして落ち込んできます）
Hey everyone! / >v< )/ I’m back from Animazement~ (well, I’ve been back, but I’m just now getting around to posting about it / v \ ). Sorry for the long absence because of it, but now I should be back to being able to post more!
First of all, thank you to all of my new followers that I assume are following me because of Animazement—I hope you enjoy all the silly things I post here! ; v ;
Some things that you can expect to see in the coming weeks:
An update to my online store with lots more prints and other goodies
Lots of art posts of things I did for Animazment
Overall Animazement report/haul
Lastly, a word about the “Princess Crisis” pre-orders: I’m aiming to ship out pre-orders sometime this weekend, Tuesday evening at the latest (I’m starting a new job so things are a bit crazy atm). I hope everyone is excited to get their copy! o v o )b
Well when I found out that Adam is going to be dancing in Verge music video I expected it's about to be cute awkward dance but HOLY CRAP FROM THAT CLIP IT'S NOT AWKWARD AT ALL WHAT DO YOU THINK?
How the story went:
2009: Adam Young, a young emo, is too shy to take dance lessons. Therefore he cruelly captures a bunch of innocent fireflies, throws them into a jar in case his dreams get bizarre, and forces them to teach him how to dance. They try.
2012: Adam Young, an ambitious popstar, is proud to show the world his dancing skills. Little does he know, the fireflies-made dance moves come out cute and awkward. Not as classy as he wanted.
2015: Adam Young, a grown up musician, is told by his team that there will be DANCING on the upcoming video for his new single. Terrorised, still having nightmares from that time he thought he could dance coolly but he couldn’t, he decides to take actual dance lessons - and a sneaky smile spreads on his face as he proudly shows his fans a clip of him dancing like a true man. Heck yeah.
It’s summer, so please imagine Mink and Clear in the following situations with me:
Mink and Clear picking mulberries.
Clear with purple-stained hands and mouth from picking and eating mulberries.
Mink with purple stains on his hands, but not his mouth, because he’s actually filling up his bag.
Two fresh pies cooling on the windowsill in the late afternoon. Mink sitting in the shade with his shirt off, because the oven made the cabin really hot.
Mink making sure to call Clear outside as the sun is setting to get a good look at the fireflies. There are thousands of them, twinkling in the grass and in the trees, and Clear thinks it’s absolutely magical.
“When I was young, my sister and I would catch fireflies and make wishes on them before letting them go.” “Does that work?” “Probably not, but it was fun.”
Clear catching a firefly and making a wish before letting it go.
“What did you wish for?” “To pick mulberries and make pie and watch the fireflies with you again. I think that one will come true.”