If we were dating, I would wake up before you to watch you sleep. You would always tell me it was creepy, but you just look so beautiful. Every time I would watch you do something as simple as hum or sway your hips, I cant help but think of how lucky I am to have you.
This…I can’t even. I needed this tonight. Wow. Thank you. You’re amazing.
After feeling extremely guilty for eating this sandwich, I realized that I am blessed to have good health that others would do anything for. So I ate my sandwich to nourish my body because I am thankful to have it. It made it more easier to know how lucky I am to have this body.
‘How lucky I am: sometimes it terrifies me. Dearest Jack…’ Her inner eye filled with a brilliant image of Jack Aubrey, tall, straight, cheerful, overflowing with life and direct open affection, his yellow hair falling over his post-captain’s epaulette and his high-coloured weather-beaten face stretched in an intensely amused laugh: she could see the wicked scar that ran from the angle of his jaw right up into his scalp, every detail of his uniform, his Nile medal, and the heavy, curved sword the Patriotic Fund had given him for sinking the Bellone. His bright blue eyes almost vanished when he laughed – all you saw were shining slits, even bluer in the scarlet flush of mirth. Never was there anyone with whom she had had such fun – no one had ever laughed like that.
Be like the headland against which the waves break and break: it stands firm, until presently the watery tumult around it subsides once more to rest. ‘How unlucky I am, that this should have happened to me!’ By no means; say rather, ‘How lucky I am, that it has left me with no bitterness; unshaken by the present, and undismayed by the future.’ The thing could have happened to anyone, but not everyone would have emerged unembittered. So why put the one down to misfortune, rather than the other to good fortune? Can a man call anything at all a misfortune, if it is not a contravention of his nature; and can it be a contravention of his nature if it is not against that nature’s will? Well, then: you have learnt to know that will. Does this thing which has happened hinder you from being just, magnanimous, temperate, judicious, discreet, truthful, self-respecting, independent, and all else by which a man’s nature comes to its fulfilment? So here is a rule to remember in future, when anything tempts you to feel bitter: not, ‘This is a misfortune,’ but ‘To bear this worthily is good fortune.’
my mother tells me how lucky i am to have poetry to have the ability to write you out of my system as if it were that easy as if this is just a hangover, a bad trip that’s fading quickly but honey, she tells me the boy in your poetry looks nothing like the one that stood next to you write about the hurricanes, the days you collapsed into eachother like the world was a natural disaster and he, he was the only safe place left i don’t tell her that there are some things my mouth still won’t let me talk about without bleeding that he was the one to create the storm in the first place
I’d like to thank the wonderful @jen-iii from the bottom of my heart for creating the art you see above!
While we’re on the topic of thanks, thank you all for reading this blog for the past year and being consistently kind, supportive, and hilarious. I don’t have future vision like Garnet, but I hope that for the entire duration of my online career I never take for granted how lucky I am. Here’s to another great year!
Why doesnt adrien have an Ass? I mean that thing is F.L.A.T he should at least have a little booty
Do you know how excited I was to see a notification this morning. I was like, “Oh look! An ask!”
“no w a i—”
This is so toxic. What kind of disrespect is this? is this hate mail? I am offended how dare? Do you know how precious the ASSgreste is??? And you say he has none?
Nuh-uh hunty 👏 let 👏 me 👏 give 👏 you 👏 a 👏 lesson 👏
Now my homie and baby Adrien is a model and an athlete; you think he isn’t gonna have some swole gluteus maximus? Fencing requires balance and squatting (probably), and he hits the gym pretty often to look good in those Gabriel skinny jeans (probably). Posing is also difficult and you use a lot of muskles to hold a pose (probably)
(👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀👌👀 good shit go౦ԁ sHit👌 thats ✔ some good👌👌shit right👌👌there👌👌👌)
And don’t even get me started on Chat’s suit. That shit is t-i to the g-h-t, and I can see every glorious detail. He crouches, like, all the time, and he uses his legs to spring from one roof to another #squatgoals
dO YOU EVEN know how many fics and fanart focus on his beautiful, luscious buns? Because Ladybug be noticing all the time. It is what our chosen ship, Marichat, is built upon. Fic writers and artists be woke as heck.
(yum yum in my tum)
So don’t you come into MY HOUSe and tell me that my sinshine child is lacking in a n y t h i n g , okay boo? He may not have the LadyBooty (blesséd be) but lemme tell you, my boi be packin.
Keyleth:If I complete my journey, it could be upwards of 1,000 years or more.
Percy:How long do you think I live?
Keyleth:Less than 100- if you're lucky.
Percy:I am Percival Fredrickstein von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III.
Percy:My ancestry dates back thousands of years, and will continue for thousands more. Unless Whitestone falls. I live as long as Whitestone lives. This place is... the human soul. This is what we have built with our tiny moments. To lose a place like this, we don't feel it immediately, but it would ruin everyone. In small ways.
Keyleth:Not all of us are lucky enough to have a lineage in a name.
Percy:Not all of us are lucky enough to have a lineage in a lifespan.
Keyleth:Not many of us are lucky enough to have a lineage at all.
Percy:Which is why we save everyone we can.
Keyleth:I guess that is one thing we can both agree on.
Percy:This is good we do here. This is great good. And is not about idolizing ourselves, it's about.. a very long story, which we are- even you- a tiny part of.