I love this set with burning passion


recovery ▪ noun [s or u] ▪ /rɪˈkʌv.ər.i/

  1.  the process of getting back something lost, especially health, ability, possessions, etc.
  2.  the act or process of getting better; improvement.


I was setting myself on fire because I thought I was keeping you warm but now I understand that even the most intense burning passions cannot melt a heart as cold as yours.
—  Things I realized when I thought about what I want to tell you if I ever see you again, part VII
Apple Cider Vigor and Courage Potion 🍎✨

by @witchesgrass

Items needed:

- A medium-sized pot
- Fire
- Something to stir with
- Cinnamon Sticks: Passion, Protection
- Allspice (whole or ground, doesn’t matter): Energy, Gain, Determination
- Apple Juice: Wisdom, Love


Set up your pot on the stove. There will be no exactly measured ingredients here because I never measured them out and it’s tasted great every time. I just kind of eyeball it for ½ a pot.

Pour the apple cider into the pot until it is ½ full. Simmer on medium heat.

Grasp 2 ½ cinnamon sticks and a small palm-full of allspice in your power hand. Visualize the herbs on fire, burning with energy and drive and willpower, confidence and assurance that you CAN.

Toss the herbs into the apple juice as it heats up. Stir the potion clockwise to increase the power of your will.

Season to taste. Enjoy! 🍂

The centripetal force on our planet is still fearfully strong, Alyosha. I have a longing for life, and I go on living in spite of logic. Though I may not believe in the order of the universe, yet I love the sticky little leaves as they open in spring. I love the blue sky, I love some people, whom one loves you know sometimes without knowing why. I love some great deeds done by men, though I’ve long ceased perhaps to have faith in them, yet from old habit one’s heart prizes them… I want to travel in Europe, Alyosha; I shall set off from here. And yet I know that I am only going to a graveyard, but it’s a most precious graveyard, that’s what it is! Precious are the dead that lie there, every stone over them speaks of such burning life in the past, of such passionate faith in their work, their truth, their struggle and their science, that I know I shall fall on the ground and kiss those stones and weep over them; though I’m convinced in my heart that it’s long been nothing but a graveyard. And I shall not weep from despair, but simply because I shall be happy in my tears, I shall steep my soul in emotion. I love the sticky leaves in spring, the blue sky–that’s all it is. It’s not a matter of intellect or logic, it’s loving with one’s inside, with one’s stomach. One loves the first strength of one’s youth.
—  The Brothers Karamazov, Fyodor Dostoevsky

Am I looking for love? I suppose I am.

But let me explain what I mean

I’m seeking a friend, a companion
From here to the end, and after
Laughter, a tug on my sleeve
A voice, softly whispering
“Wake up, you need to see the stars!”
A smile across the table, steaming coffee
As the sun rises in the distance
Skin on skin, my best friend
Riding shotgun next to me; we’re free
Are we a couple? I’d never wonder
Because all that matters
Is that we love each other

Am I looking for love? I suppose I am

But what’s more important to me
Is meeting an adventuring companion
Finding my best friend, anam cara
A soul with rough edges; like my own
Love that burns with passion
And is cooled by the rain
As we dance naked on the mountainside
No one around for miles
To hear passionate cries
As we set like the sun, rise like the moon

Am I looking for love? I suppose I am

But I have to explain what that means
Someone on whom I can depend
A lover, when need be, but a friend always
A silhouette in my photographs
Sunlight beaming off her edges
Someone who smiles at me
And laughs at me too
Am I looking for love? Will I find it in you?

© Michael Greywood Poetry-2016

  • Super Junior


English Translation:

Silence, is there nothing more to say?
It’s been long since the white flowers of laughter have withered

The flower petals fell (more and more) and became dirt (no)
The burning passion became ash
Why does everything good always become like this?

Don’t know why (Don’t know why)
Tell me why (Tell me why)
Why does love end?
Why are things that will disappear
So beautiful?
It’s just a daydream, love is like a daydream

Darkness, why are you erasing everything black?
I can’t see anything, making me dream about the eternal future by myself, however I want

The sun has set (more and more) and grew black (no)
The waves will crash some day
Why does everything good always become like this?

Even if the sun will rise again after the night is over
I already long for this moment that I can’t hold onto

I don’t know (I don’t know)
Wanna know (Wanna know)
Will this dream end like this?
Why can’t I get both the person and the love?

In the end, it’s all momentary, love is momentary
It’s just a passing dream, I don’t want to wake up yet

A short daydream, a daydream
A short daydream, a daydream


Chimmuk, deo isang hago sipeun mari eomneunji
Hayake ssodajideon useum kkocheun
Beolsseo sideunji oraengeol eotteokhae

Kkochipeun jyeoseo (jeomjeom) heulgi doego (no)
Bultadeon gyeokjeongeun jaega doego
Wae johasseotdeon modeun geon kkok ireoke

Don’t know why
(Don’t know why)
Tell me why
(Tell me why)
Sarangeun kkeuteul hyanghaneunji
Sarajil (sarajil)
Modeun geon (modeun geon)
Wae iri areumdaun geonji
Geujeo hannat jjarbeun kkum
Sarangeun hannat kkuneun kkum

Eodum, neoneun wae (neon wae oh-ah)
Geomge modeun geol da jiwonae
Amugeotdo mot boge oh honja
Nae meotdaero yeongwonhal miraereul kkumkkuge hae

Noeureun jyeoseo (jeomjeom) geomeojigo (no)
Padoneun eonjengan buseojigo
Wae johasseotdeon modeun geon kkok ireoke

Don’t know why
(Don’t know why)
Tell me why
(Tell me why)
Sarangeun kkeuteul hyanghaneunji
Sarajil (sarajil)
Modeun geon (modeun geon)
Wae iri areumdaun geonji
Geujeo hannat jjarbeun kkum
Sarangeun hannat kkuneun kkum

I bami kkeutnamyeon
Dasi taeyangeun tteoolla balgaondaedo
Jabeul sudo eobseul
I sungani beolsseo neomu geuriwo

I don’t know
(I don’t know)
Wanna know
(wanna know)
Ireoke kkeutnan kkumin geonji
Saramdo (saramdo)
Sarangdo (sarangdo)
Naneun wae kkael su eomneun geonji

Gyeolgugeun jamsi ppunil geol
Sarangeun jamsi ppunin geol
Seuchyeogal kkumil ppunin geol
Ajigeun kkaegi sirheun geol

Hannat jjarbeun kkum hannat kkuneun kkum
Hannat jjarbeun kkum hannat kkuneun kkum


Every year at Burning Man, I find myself more and more humbled to be in the company of incredible and passionate doers and makers and artists and friends, full of get-shit-done magic and hard fucking work.

This year, my amazing crew and I built The Last Apothecary, an immersive haunted house set out in deep playa. It was really great, and lots of people loved it, and I don’t quite have the words to express the experiences of the last couple weeks yet.

From the bottom of my weird little space hobo heart, every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.

I justed wanted your touch
to set my nerve endings on fire
I wanted your kisses
to leave behind
a burning path of passion
on my skin
and I wanted your hands
to destruct me
and tear me apart
but most of all
I wanted to get lost in you
I wanted your desire
to make me forget
but maybe
I asked for too much
you wanted something different
after all.
I have this theory,
That amongst the thigh kisses and audible breathing,
Perhaps something beautiful existed.
Our bodies entangled wildly and your lips placed hot spots all over my skin.
But beyond the silken sheets and labored breaths,
Lied a heat one does not find in the friction of our bodies,
But instead in the burning passion of our hearts.
It manifests solely in the unbreakable bond of love.
And perhaps that’s not what it was,
But when your hands were wrapped around mine and you told me I was beautiful,
I swear that was the closest thing to burning-desire love you could get.
—  Jaelyn.Aragon “You Set Me On Fire”

Don’t set me on fire
just to watch me burn,
into a pile of ash
lying on your bedroom floor.

Don’t ignite my passion
and then turn and walk away,
because I’ll rise again
more beautiful than before.

Don’t make me love you
without yours in return,
‘cause I’ll leave you begging me,
begging me to give you more,
as I fly above you, watch me soar.

—  by~sw

(ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ~『✧~*HELLO PRECIOUS HUMANS, CATS, ETC…*~✧』Here I share with you a set of awesome, awesome blogs I followed recently and I completely love. Also adding here and there some awesome people who share the same insane burning passion I have for that poo face up there ⬆ I’ve been able to talk with for the last couple of days :)

Now this list is kinda different, because my previous promotions have basically been Follow Forever, and most of the times I add the same blogs… so i wanted this one to be for people I’ve never added on a Follow Friday. 

I hope you guys can follow these AMAZING blogs, because they’re really really reaaaally fantastic! 

And for all of those who have their blogs on this list: I want to welcome you all to my dashboard and thank you for being such precious blogs! 

ALSO I recently reached 2.7k followers, so this is a celebration for that too! THANK YOU SO MUCH, I really love each and every one of you my lovely followers & please don’t ever hesitate on talking to me or asking me for advice or whatever, I do not bite at all (unless you’re yongguk… i’d bite that in ways that i bet it’s illegal in some parts of the world) WELL THEN…. THANK YOU ALL FOR BEING SO AWESOME ❤❤❤❤

✧・゚:*✧・゚:* Tumblr Crushes *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

baeyongguk  |  hobilu  |  z1c  |  busanfatty  |  z-co  

kpopinbw  |  chyeahbabyz  |  jaeingmyhyo  


✧・゚:*✧・゚:* Biggest fans *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

naruko-chama  |  itsseohee

baeyongguk  |  u-know-time 


✧・゚:*✧・゚:* Follow Friday! *:・゚✧*:・゚✧

1004hrs  |  annyeong-bishes  |  asian-best-face

b2ng  |  b4ngzelo  |  b-eenzico  |  b-yongguk

baekhyunova  |  banqx2  |  barkhyvns  |  basedsvga

bbombsbitch  |  best-of-blockb  |  bibeom

bignose-oppa  |  bkxh  |  chang-joe  |  cl-zico

commedesseoul  |  daebaem  |  exothough

fucknamjoon  |  hansolfreckles  |  himtae  |  hoseob

hoseokey  |  hyung-ah  |  ijnyoung  |  ilhyun

jaehope  |  jh0pe  |  jihobooty  |  jngdazed  

junwinks  |  kkamjis  |  kpopisgay  |  laylord  |  m-jups

mksoo  |  ohhoseoks  |  owokkaebsongowo

sheloveskorea  |  skinnygray  |  snowinmysoul

star-dust-into-gold  |  taehvnqs  |  tigger-oppa

ughjimin  |  vsuck  |  woojihomo  |  yengguk  |  yojishi

yongno  |  yoonhgi  |  yoonngi  |  zi-co-va  

zicos-legs  |  ziontits 

It’s not a passionate, fiery thing all the time.
It doesn’t always end with me being burned.

the fleeting touches of our hands set my heart ablaze
and you giving me that 1000-watt smile makes me feel like electricity is surging through me.

more often,
it’s comfortable,
it’s soothing like water.

It’s just

Always there.

With the way you lean back on my couch
and give me that small grin
and ask how I’ve been
and laugh at my jokes
and call me adorable
and share a seat with me
and make me feel like maybe
it’s there for you too.

—  Constant, Is My Love For You, probablyhavewritersblock