O God of my life, I’m love-sick for You in this weary wilderness! I thirst with the deepest longings to love You more, with cravings in my heart that cannot be described. Such yearning grips my soul for You, O God! I’m energized whenever I enter Your heavenly sanctuary to seek more of Your power and to drink in more of Your glory.
For Your tender mercies to me mean more than life itself! How I love and praise You, God! Daily I will worship You. Passionately and with all my heart. My arms will wave to You like banners of praise. I overflow with praise when I come before You, for the anointing of Your presence satisfies me like nothing else. You are such a rich banquet of pleasure to my soul. Psalm 63:1-5 TPT
There is something i cannot describe about you, yet every time i look you in the eyes i see myself in a better version. Every time i speak to you, my smile gets bright enough to light up every holiday decoration in this town. Every time i am around you i can literally feel the hands of magic connecting us, tying us together. Every day being close to you is like a blessing, and every conversation with you is living proof that there is someone who can touch my soul without touching my body. And i don’t know what kinds of feelings are these, is it just me being in-expressively fascinated by someone close to me, or is it me being undeniably in love with someone that i should never have.
A motherhood page I follow on Facebook posted this and I thought it was the most intelligent thing I’ve ever read about parenting/“mommy wars”. I thought it would be nice to share some positivity on this lovely Friday.
You cannot buy a parent’s love. I’ve never read anything describing my views as a parent worded this perfectly.
This blog has grown into something I never imagined. It seems like yesterday that I was posting the first chapters of The City and of Weights & Measures. Sometimes I get really overwhelmed when I think about everything that has happened, especially in the last few months.
There are no words to describe how much it all means to me. You all have helped me keep going, not just as a writer but as a person. So many of you were there for me during one of the hardest periods of my life. Sending me messages that made my cry because I could feel every ounce of your love in your words. Making me suffer through all the jidevil posts you continue to tag me in.
I just hope that I can give back what you have given me. You all have helped me find my voice again. And I cannot thank you enough for that.
From the bottom of my heart, regardless if you are mentioned here or not, thank you. Everyone i interact with is a beautiful human being and I want to thank BTS for bringing us all together.
Greta Garbo and her friend Salka Viertel (it was also rumored that they were friends with benefits)
“You would never know that I love you when you never hear anything from me, but I do - and forever. I am in a state that is no longer human but I cannot describe it on a piece of paper - it would not look pretty. I do think of you very very often and would give anything to be back in the days when I could take my buggy and drive to Myberry (sic) road and see you - the vibrant, wonderful person that is you.
Now I am almost afraid to face you because I would be ashamed for many, many reasons, but the longing to see you is there, as always. If all turns out well and I can travel, I shall try to come and see you”.
Happy Birthday to our dear Kim Wonshik. You have been a great part of our lives and your music continues to inspire us everyday. Whether it be your solo music or VIXX music, you have come so far and words cannot describe how proud we are. Thank you for everything, thank you for being born. ✩
Some writers use the word charity to describe not only Christian love between human beings, but also God’s love for man and man’s love for God. About the second of these two, people are often worried. They are told they ought to love God. They cannot find any such feeling in themselves. What are they to do? The answer is the same as before. Act as if you did. Do not sit trying to manufacture feelings. Ask yourself, “If I were sure that I loved God, what would I do?” When you have found the answer, go and do it.
Prompt: Today is a very special day. Today is @lipstickandwhiskey ‘s birthday. Lips has been a huge blessing in my life. She’s my big and I don’t know what I’d do without her. Words cannot describe how much I love lips, because seriously, I do. So, Lips, this is dedicated to you. Happy birthday love!
“Shh. Shh. Shut up!” Dean whisper yelled to his brother, the larger man’s footsteps were much heavier than Deans, causing the floorboards to creak under his weight.
“Dude! I’m walking as light as I can. You shut up,” Sam mumbled through gritted teeth. “Maybe if you’d help me, I wouldn’t be so loud.” His voice raised just a notch above a whisper and both Dean and Sam froze in their spots, waiting for any sign of movement from behind the closed bedroom door.
ive almost never actually been able to get around to doing screenshot redraws, but for this episode i just had too!! words cannot even describe how much i love this episode and what it means to me. there were about 500 times i had to just pause and take several moments to just take it in lol!! bless you rebecca sugar you are doing gods work
The Ball of La Douleur Exquise pt.1 - Bucky x Reader
‘La douleur exquise’ literally means “the exquisite pain”; it comes from a medical term which defines a pain which morphine cannot dull. It’s meaning has become something used to describe that indescribable pain of being hurt by the one you love.
Word Count - 3524
Warnings - Low self seteem?? with my writing, what can you expect lmao, maybe slight swearing??
A/N - I really like this one, I’m very excited for part two!!
“Y/N, sit still!” Natasha scolded while you squirmed.
“I swear to god, I will poke this mascara through your eye and out the base of your skull before you can even kiss your precious boy Bucky goodbye.” She threatened, wielding the mascara wand intimidatingly in your face. You rolled your eyes but sat still on your bed.
“He’s not my precious boy.” You mumbled grouchily, resenting the ache in your bumcheeks from sitting too long.
“Wanda, can you please confirm that Bucky is Y/N’s precious boy?” Natasha called, applying the false eyelash with precision and grace only she could ever master.
Wanda’s soft accent floated from the bathroom. “He is.” She called.
Wanda came out of the bathroom in a beautiful red gown, and started sliding rings onto her slender fingers. “Or he will be soon.”
“Hey, I thought your powers were mind reading, not fortune telling. Shut your trap.” You snapped playfully.
Natasha arched an eyebrow. “We know you like him Y/N.”
You pretended to think, placing a finger in your chin and pulling your eyebrows together comically. “No you don’t. Because I don’t.” You concluded.
She glared at your denial.
“Okay maaaaybe.” You resigned, letting your shoulders sag from their tense position in relief. Damn, Wanda may be the one with the mind reading powers, but Natasha could see your goddamn soul. The thought made you shiver internally.
“Then maaaaybe you should ask him out.” Natasha mocked, sliding into a pair of black pumps.
“And maaaaybe I shouldn’t.” You countered, applying lipstick carefully, the absurd shape of your mouth muffling the world’s slightly.
“Why not?” Wanda queried.
“Because. There’s no reason for him to like me.” You stated simply, smacking your lips together.
“I’m sure he can think of a couple.” Natasha smirked, looking to Wanda for confirmation, which she gave with a smug nod of the head.
You scoffed. “Like what? Like the bags under my eyes from murdering more people than I care to count? Because I can’t sleep like a normal person? Like the disciplinary pinned to my file because I was temporarily kicked off missions for anger management? Like the stretch marks that map my body like violet veins, reminding me I’ll never be as good as you?”
Wanda and Natasha’s jaws both seemed slack, their eyes wide as they gaped at you. You adjusted the robe that kept your from exposing your underwear uncomfortably, their states making you uneasy.
“Is that really how you see yourself?” Natasha cleared her throat discretely.
“I mean, yeah, I guess.” You mumbled.
Wanda’s gaze had drifted to look at the television in your bedroom, but you could tell she wasn’t focused on whatever plot was unfolding. Her eyes suddenly rested on something else, and she gently reached out and unhooked it.
“Go out your dress on.” She said simply, her undertone dripping with sadness, piling the delicate fabric into your arms.
As you undid your robe, you couldn’t help but avoid the mirror that seemed to confront you aggressively.
“You know,” Wanda called through the door, “I can read Barnes’ mind too.”
“You really shouldn’t be doing that.” You reprimanded, sliding your arms into the sleeves. Even when he wasn’t here, you were still protecting him fiercely. You didn’t like the idea of anyone creeping around in his head, not even Wanda, the gentlest friend you’d ever had, a girl who once cried burning popcorn. Bucky’s mind deserved to be his for once.
“He likes you Y/N. He thinks of you so, so highly that I-I couldn’t even breathe.” She spoke with a slight edge to her voice, an edge of awe.
You paused for a moment. You just had to take that moment to think. Really think. Think about how much you really liked Bucky. Liked his hair, how he makes coffee, his stories of the war. How he felt just as you did for him, such an affection that being apart became an affliction. You smoothed the soft silk down, imagining his hands replacing yours, becoming permanent fixtures to your hips. You wouldn’t mind that it tickled slightly, because you’d be so used to the feeling of his fingers trailing and caressing your skin with the love Wanda claimed she saw in him.
It wouldn’t be so bad, right?
You took a final look at your reflection and a new found confidence arose in you. Half of you scorned yourself at your validation being dependent on a boy’s opinion rather than your own self esteem. But Bucky wasn’t just a boy. Your confidence came from the fact that, whilst aware of your flaws, Bucky still appreciated you for what you were. Not a work of art at all.
You looked in the mirror and felt beautiful, despite feeling nauseous at the though of Stark’s extravagant charity ball only an hour ago.
You breathed out. And stepped out.
Wanda and Nat had been gossiping among themselves, Wanda lay on your bed it’s her long dress hiked up to her thighs for maximum comfort, scrolling through her phone whilst whispering with Natasha perched at your dressing table, reapplying eyeliner. Their sentences trailed off when the door swung open.
“I think he’d be happy to be your precious boy tonight.” Natasha smirked, crossing her arms.
“Or any night.” Wanda added cheekily
“Whenever, wherever, just say the word and he’ll come a-running.” Natasha quipped, before grabbing her phone and linking an arm with each of you.
“Come on girls, we have drinks to drink and old men to arouse.”
Wanda laughed raucously as your nose wrinkled at the thought of all Stark’s fundraising bachelors, all way too old and way too handsy. You all piled into the elevator, Natasha recounting the time Clint punched a senior because of this very reason.
Bucky immediately noticed you walk in.
Unfortunately, he also immediately choked on his champagne.
Sam took the pleasure of smacking him on the back, laughing as one of the world’s most deadly assassins coughed up bubbles.
“You okay man?” Steve worried, looking at his friends unusually pink cheeks.
“Nah, he’s fine, he’s just blushing because his future wife walked in.” Sam deadpanned, quickly sipping Scot H and looking anywhere but Bucky’s deadly glare directed at him.
“Oh wow.” Steve gasped, his head turned towards the doorway where you had just entered. Natasha’s head immediately looked for Clint, her red tresses bobbing about as she stealthily took off to look for him in the crowd, her black satin dress rippling hypnotisingly around her feet and making her look daunting. The crowd parted for her.
“Wanda looks cute.” Sam commented.
And he was right. She did. Her dress was velvet, red, and paired with heeled boots and many rings for the classic Wanda™ look.
However Bucky wouldn’t know that, because he didn’t take his eyes off of you.
Your dress was silk, a pale grey, fitted to your curves in all the right places that made Bucky’s pupils dilate. The bottom widened like a mermaids tail, made of delicate net. His soviet trained eye noticed every detail. He noticed how the thin straps were too big, constantly being pulled up by your small fingers, and drawing his attention to your shoulder and chest, where he could see your exposed collarbones, your smooth skin and the little necklace that rested there. But once you turned away from Wanda for a moment, was when he was sure his heart skipped a beat. Quite literally, Bucky felt all the blood rush to his ears. Your curls were already slightly frizzy, but he didn’t care. Your eyes were dazzling, and closed as your scrunched your nose and laughed. Bucky only wished he could hear you.
“Dude, go ask her to dance!” Steve urged.
Bucky shook his head, reaching for his champagne. “Nah, she’s way out of my league.”
“I don’t think she is. In fact, I think she I very much in your league by that smile she’s giving you.”
Bucky’s head whipped round, but you looked away just as fast, going back to the conversation with Wanda as if nothing happened. Bucky almost believed it, would it not be for Wanda’s eyes flickering to him every once in a while.
“Don’t get whiplash mate.” Sam said, smiling into his glass.
“Go on Y/N.” Wanda pushed you towards him, and suddenly you heard her voice inside your head.
“Go get him tiger.”
“Please don’t ever say that again.” You murmured, looking back at her.
She laughed once again, and spoke inside your mind. “I didn’t say it. I thought it.”
You were about to reply when you realised you had arrived at your destination. Bucky. For a moment, you had to stop and simply admire him. As Tony had insisted on formal dress, he was wearing a black suit with a white shirt and black tie. His hair was pulled back into a low bun, with little tendrils framing his face, and his metallic hand was adorned with a white glove, which elegantly held a glass of champagne. He leant so naturally on the bar, Sam beside him. They looked like two cocky bachelors, on the prowl for the hunt of the night, knowing, that they could have any girl drop her panties with a grin and a cheeky one liner.
You cleared your throat.
“Would you care to dance?” You smiled brightly, turning to Wanda, who gave you a nod of encouragement.
“Uh, sure.” Bucky said, sounding anything but sure.
You walked hand in hand to the dance floor, the dim lights and close proximity to each other intoxicating your senses. Your head leant on his broad chest, and you were acutely aware of his gloved hand resting on your waist, and even more aware of the warm flesh hand encasing your own comfortingly.
“You look very handsome tonight Mr Barnes.” You teased.
His unsure tone made you question wether this was such a good idea. Maybe Wanda was wrong. You peeked over Bucky’s shoulder to see Wanda present a thumbs up to you. You giggled slightly at her enthusiastic nature, wherein she nearly spilt her drink. Bucky didn’t seem nearly as amused.
His body was suddenly jerked away from yours as he held you at arms length.
“What are you doing?” He questioned harshly, his hands gripping your forearms as bewilderment took over your features.
“What do you mean?” You pressed urgently.
“I mean, who told you? Because from the way you’ve been laughing with Wanda all night and watching me, then asking me to dance and signalling her, I assume you know something.” Bucky’s scowl got deeper as you didn’t contradict him.
“Okay, she told me, but that’s oka-”
“You’re an awful person.” He stated.
Your heart caught in your throat. Where was this coming from? Did h- did he really not like you? He thought you were an awful human being?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Bucky plea-” you pleaded.
“You’re an awful person because you think you can just play with people! I may have liked you a hell of a lot but I’m certain I don’t now, not when you just use my feelings to an advantage so you and Wanda and probably the rest of this whole goddamn team can laugh at my expense. Hope it was worth the laugh, because you’ll need it when you’re alone.”
And with that, he let go of you, stepping back to scowl at your trembling form.
And you didn’t really know what to do, so you did the only thing you could.
You picked up your skirt and ran towards the elevators, and Bucky would be lying if he said it didn’t hurt him, seeing the elevator doors close on you sobbing into your hands.
Today I started my journey in the Highlands. First stop was the wee fortress you see in the last picture, one of the four barracks constructed by the British to try to control the Highlands (another being Fort William). Then Culloden…
I honestly cannot describe in words (and I’m usually a word person) the sorrow I felt walking there. The Museum is amazing and has a room called “Battle experience”, where you get to feel what was like to be in the middle of battle, with a video being projected around you. Brutal and intense.
The field is just…beautiful. Heartbreakingly so. Peaceful yet tormented. A place for silence and introspection.
Once I approached the Fraser stone saw some ladies taking pictures next to it, smiling and everything. I was sick to my stomach. Yes, I love Outlander but Jamie Fraser didn’t exist and real people are buried there. Their blood was shed there, their lives wasted - show some respect and decorum, ffs. I gave them my best evil eye. Plenty of people are leaving stones as cairns in the Fraser grave (the pinkish one reads “Je suis prest”). It made me immensely sad that the others didn’t, so I placed a pebble in each one of the clan stones.
The day ended with Loch Ness, which is breathtaking and mystical. Now I’m in a village with 200 habitants and 2 pubs!! 😊
you’ve really done it this time
You touched me
and I’m paralysed
I’m on the floor
I cannot get back up
My mind is ringing
with the way your hands
felt against my body
and with the way you
looked at me,
the way you
with your eyes.
the only method of flirtation
so here it is
Here is my flirtation
And if I could describe this sexual tension
I would describe it as
the metal gate
you pushed through the space between us
as you walked away.
I feel myself
and it’s all very suddenly
I used to waste time
in this very room
just looking for you
just waiting for you
How I ached for you
How I wanted you.
And now you’re here
and you look at me
and all this electricity
starts coursing through my body
and I remember
what it felt like.
What turning away from you
I do not turn away.
I hold your gaze.
You are not here
I think of you.
I see the means by which we met:
off its hinges
leaning against the wall.
Covered by words and images,
my poetry included.
I wonder if you wrote anything
on the door that night.
Maybe I will have a
look some day.
Maybe I will find it.
Or maybe you just
sat down next to me
and said something
that caught my attention
the world slipped off its hinges
Your friend greets me.
He was there that night we
for the second time.
You are somewhere
on the South Island.
Not here tonight,
but I bet you would be
because our paths seem
(if you don’t mind me saying so).
You come up in conversation.
rolling a joint
on the stage
at a Grow Room gig.
I want to see you again.
I’ve never been so curious.
Never fallen so far
for a boy I
hardly even know.
I am combing through a
crowd of people
with my vision
trying to find you
because I have a sneaky suspicion
that this your crowd
and that you are somewhere nearby.
I cannot find you.
And I cannot look for you physically
because I’m being swept away
by the tides of my life
by the tides of time
so I let go
of the metal grate
through which my eyes have been prying
and I whisper
in my head
I’ll meet you there
in Berlin or wherever
when we will finally
find our paths crossing
and we will finally
have a chance
to be together.
But for now
I cannot wait
for a girl that never turns up.
I let my eyes be redirected
to the tangible existence
of the present.
Just wanted to take the time to let you know how thankful I am to have you in my life and for the precious moment I got to have with you! You have been there for me through the unimaginable. And even at my worst times, just knowing that I have you to turn to makes me unbelievably happy, and for that I’m truly grateful. You’ve always been and continue being such a bright light in my life. Words cannot describe how much I miss you and your AMAZING hugs!! Thanks again for everything, I don’t know what I would do without you in my life because you’ve definitely changed mine in ways that I didn’t believe were possible.