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“anonymous asked:I am currently studying Alexander the great, and my teacher was talking about Alexander and Hephaistion’s bond (OTP). She told us that Aristotle described their relationship as ‘one soul abiding two bodies’, and my heart just broke… I spent the rest of the day dreaming about Sterek. Yeah, I’m so ruined. I was just wondering if you could draw something based on Aristotle’s famous quote? Except for Stiles & Derek. I hope you are having a wonderful day! *kisu*”

Awwwww that’s such a beautiful way to describe a relationship <3 In Chinese culture we usually use Yin and Yang to describe the balance in one’s body, and I think that’s what a relationship is. Finding someone who balances you out and is like your other half. The sun to your moon, the light to your dark, and the Yin to your Yang. ^u^ 

anonymous asked:

1, 4?

1. if someone wanted to really understand you, what would they read, watch, and listen to?

“Utopia” by Sir Thomas More

“Midsummer Night’s Dream” by William Shakespeare

1985′s “Reanimator” [ the tv cut; with all the “good parts” taken out according to Ed ]

Music -

“I See The Math” by Abandoned Pools

“Lost Boy” by Ruth B

“Not All Me” by Alanis Morissette

4. do you like your name?  is there another name you think would fit you better?

There aren’t much stars to tiptoe on, instead we drink what our throats can massage our brain’s walls with dreams of better days, where storms didn’t tie knots of perplexed anxieties, only the sun swallowing wine stained eyes, turning them into clouds shaped of puppies, or turtles. Of dragon warriors with fairies sprinkling insomnia away. Of castles on a hill where blades of grass pinched our skin to our rattled bones it almost showed distance a greener pasture in another space. Where our I love you’s were a clean slate, instead of a scandalous monologue, it was poetry’s figment of extraordinary.

And I knew better than to count the cracks where the sidewalk cut itself so lost plants can sprout possibilities, I knew better to watch my reflection ripple the consequences I tried to blur in the water; my hands washed the red out of roses so your cheeks can blush them, my hair paved a way to cushion my doubts from growing out their rooted commentaries, the moon was full of the dreams it collected from my subconsciousness, your name clawed volcanoes to erupt sense, because I knew this made sense. This made perfect sense, I forced a miracle out of the mistake they said I would make, because they thought hell glared infernos in your eyes, but if they looked close enough there, heaven’s light was your shade of brown, your halo forged of bravery, you used your wings to hale my scars still bleeding past conspiracies, you are my purest intention to love the way society saw it as a vermin, as a roach, a pest, a good for nothing firework bombing a scattered reality of my unwillingness to listen.

Because if I listen, I’d hear what I want to prove them was wrong over sirens coming for me, that this was an emergency, an accident I needed help or saving from all the bruises that aren’t there yet, but they know I will get if I kept thinking for a second that this will take me to my destination on the right track, to my happy ending expectations, of you not on a white horse, but a bus with only the blue sweater I gave you last January as your most stealthy armor. You and I battled tsunami curses, and quaking misfortunes, I’m not scared of the hurricane’s eye rolling at me with undignified scoffing. I’ve went through hell; you were my only sight of an afterlife worth living.

—  sense // s.c

multifantrollrpblog  asked:

❤- Our muses are both alone on valentine’s day. From Elysia to Mirrak, and it's the pale version.(Sorry it took me so flippin long to finally do this!)

“ok, why are there hearts everywhere”

> Where are you? The sky looks weird, all blue and puffy. You’re walking down a street lined with shops, all of which have sickeningly saccharine window displays that appear to be themed around matespritship.

> A sudden memory, and you quickly look down at yourself, but you look fine. Not covered in blood and stab wounds at all. Looks like the dream bubbles are actually doing something nice for you for once.

> You walk over to one of the shops and pull on the door, but it’s locked. There doesn’t seem to be anyone inside, or anyone outside, for that matter. Well …

> You bend down, scoop up a rock, and prepare to hurl it into the shop’s window.

Hi Everyone,

I just wanted to take a moment to say what you and this space that we have made means to me. How it has shaped my world and my writing so much since I became a part of this in 2012.

Maybe one day my dream of being a novelist will come to pass and I swear I will owe it to you. 

Your words help mine to grow. Your presence gives me reason to write. 

Even though I don’t speak to you all, I follow as many of you as time will permit me to read, and read you daily. 

In turn, I have shown you the corners of my heart and they not been torn asunder but strengthened and broadened. 

Lastly, to the people who have touched my life and my words the most, you know who you are. To the ones who remain and the ones who have fallen into absence, a high and honourable mention. 

And my dearest love to you all. 


i have not been drinking at all, i’ve been eating so healthy

but tonight i had 3 sangrias because i had been dreaming about them all day and they were so good and sprinkled with nutmeg

i have xanax in the house and i should honestly pour it down the drain because i have zero self-control apparently. i’ve been taking them too much probably but i’ve been sleeping so incredibly with the best, weirdest dreams.

my mind is full of wedding planning and the retired racing greyhound we’re getting at the end of August (she’ll be Gertrude/Gertie or Fitzwilliam/Fitz).

i’ve been bogged down at work and am trying to get my shit together but i just can’t seem to.  i’ll be taking on more work next month and earning more money.  I AM SAVING FOR MY DREAM WEDDING DRESS I’M GONNA BE A FUCKING PRINCESS.

in a way i’m still stuck in scotland but i’ve been so healthy overall, my mental health almost top notch (with the occasional negative/hatred creeping in).  i guess i’m proud of myself for everything i’ve done to get to this point. to have a job and a boss i like. to know that i’ll be married to a good man next year in a gorgeous place.  that we’ll have our fur babies Florence and Gertrude and be trying for a human baby soon after.

i want to have hope in life, i want to build a future and share happiness with a child.  i don’t want to give in to everything that’s tried to tear me down. i want to believe in the love that’s come my way this year.

please give me strength despite my slips.  i want to fill my life with more love.

Just this side of heaven is a place called Rainbow Bridge.

When an animal dies that has been especially close to someone here, that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge. There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together. There is plenty of food, water and sunshine, and our friends are warm and comfortable.

All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor. Those who were hurt or maimed are made whole and strong again, just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by. The animals are happy and content, except for one small thing; they each miss someone very special to them, who had to be left behind.

They all run and play together, but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks into the distance. His bright eyes are intent. His eager body quivers. Suddenly he begins to run from the group, flying over the green grass, his legs carrying him faster and faster.

You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. The happy kisses rain upon your face; your hands again caress the beloved head, and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet, so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart.

Then you cross Rainbow Bridge together….

#goodbyemylove #seeyousoon #bibiapollo

🌲🌿 Into A Dream

Day dreaming today, hope you like it 🌿

I used watercolour for this piece on A4 Fabriano. Tiny bit of pastel at the end.

Lots have been asking where I get my ideas from. I want to help you guys 😊😊 I love lots of different artist’s work and it’s great to look at other artists to gain ideas. But at the end of the day your imagination is unique to you 😊 look inward for your ideas, explore your imagination, that’s all I do 🙈✨😊

Happy Saturday ✨

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anonymous asked:

yooooO ok so basically my boyfriend and i hung out today and i taught him how to use my polaroid camera and it was so fun and then i took him back home and we were kissin in my car and jeSUS his lips are so soft and nice and it was so nice it's all i've been able to think about ever since, he literally sent an electric shock through me omg ‼️😪

i dream of a day like this v cute ‼️‼️

Prayboy Bunny

By JM HIllman

Lowering the level of public dissonance
That ghost haunts me still
Choked on lung cancer
Welcome back
To your empty vessel
I means nothing to be alone
Cause that’s how you redeem
Cause that’s how you wash your sins away
Do you
Think he hears your repent
Did he
Answer when you begged for help
Cause I’ve been down
I’ve been sick with shivers
The idea of a needle has yet to leave me arm
So pray
Pray your dreams come true some day
But live like a bunny
Aim to please
A woman’s disease
Not by choice but by institution l
Frankly I prefer aggression
And strong ideals


Khizr Khan, whose son, Muslim American Soldier, Army Capt. Humayun Khan, died from a suicide bombing in Baghdad 12 years ago, rebukes Donald Trump at DNC Convention

Like many immigrants, we came to this country empty-handed. We believed in American democracy — that with hard work and the goodness of this country, we could share in and contribute to its blessings.

We were blessed to raise our three sons in a nation where they were free to be themselves and follow their dreams.

Our son, Humayun, had dreams of being a military lawyer. But he put those dreams aside the day he sacrificed his life to save his fellow soldiers.

Hillary Clinton was right when she called my son “the best of America.”

If it was up to Donald Trump, he never would have been in America.

Donald Trump consistently smears the character of Muslims. He disrespects other minorities, women, judges, even his own party leadership. He vows to build walls and ban us from this country.

Donald Trump, you are asking Americans to trust you with our future. Let me ask you: Have you even read the U.S. Constitution? I will gladly lend you my copy. In this document, look for the words “liberty” and “equal protection of law.”

Have you ever been to Arlington Cemetery? Go look at the graves of the brave patriots who died defending America — you will see all faiths, genders, and ethnicities.

You have sacrificed nothing and no one.

We can’t solve our problems by building walls and sowing division.

We are Stronger Together.

And we will keep getting stronger when Hillary Clinton becomes our next President.