Ninety-Mile

the last five years lyrics sentence starters.

  • ❝  i’m still hurting.  ❞
  • ❝  ____ is probably feeling just fine.  ❞
  • ❝  what about lies? what about things that you swore to be true?  ❞
  • ❝  run away, like it’s simple, like it’s right.  ❞
  • ❝  maybe i’d see how you could be so certain that we had no chance at all.  ❞
  • ❝  i’m breaking my mother’s heart. the longer i stand looking at you the more i hear it splinter and crack from ninety miles away.  ❞
  • ❝  i’ve been waiting for someone like you.  ❞
  • ❝  the minute i first met you i could barely catch my breath.  ❞
  • ❝  well yeah, nobody’s perfect! it’s tragic but it’s true.  ❞
  • ❝  you are the story i should write.  ❞
  • ❝  i think that i could be in love with someone like you.  ❞
  • ❝  i guess i can’t believe you really came.  ❞
  • ❝  see, i’m smiling. that means i’m happy that you’re here.  ❞
  • ❝  i mean we’ll have to try a little harder, to make this love as special as it was five years ago.  ❞
  • ❝  and you’re mine.  ❞
  • ❝  with all we’ve had to go through we’ll end up twice as strong.  ❞
  • ❝  you know what makes me crazy? i’m sorry, can i say this? you know what makes me nuts?  ❞
  • ❝  you could be here with me or be there with them — as usual, guess which you pick!  ❞
  • ❝  and i know in your soul it must drive you crazy that you won’t get to play with your little girlfriends!  ❞
  • ❝  i swear to god i’ll never understand how you can stand there straight and tall and see i’m crying and not do anything at all.  ❞
  • ❝  i’ve got a singular impression things are moving too fast.  ❞
  • ❝  maybe i can’t follow through — but oh, what else am i supposed to do?  ❞
  • ❝  i’m a part of that.  ❞
  • ❝  and it’s true i tend to follow in his stride. instead of side by side, i take his cue.  ❞
  • ❝  i said i’d stick it out and follow through.  ❞
  • ❝  and then he smiles, and nothing else makes sense.  ❞
  • ❝  first, a story.  ❞
  • ❝  then the clock upon the wall began to glow…  ❞
  • ❝  i’ve got to make due with the time i’ve got.  ❞
  • ❝  don’t you think now’s a good time to be the ambitious freak you are?  ❞
  • ❝  have i mentioned today how lucky i am to be in love with you?  ❞
  • ❝  he wants me, he wants me, but he ain’t gonna get me!  ❞
  • ❝  i’ve found my guiding light, i tell the stars each night.  ❞
  • ❝  son of a bitch, i guess i’m doing something right!  ❞
  • ❝  so hurry up schmuck, get unstuck and get on the scene!  ❞
  • ❝  have you been inside the museum? we should go meet the dinosaurs.  ❞
  • ❝  will you share your life with me for the next ten minutes?  ❞
  • ❝  there are so many lives i want to share with you. i will never be complete until i do.  ❞
  • ❝  i don’t know how anybody survives in this life without someone like you.  ❞
  • ❝  i want to die knowing i had a long, full life in your arms.  ❞
  • ❝  will you share your life with me for the next ten lifetimes?  ❞
  • ❝  i do.  ❞
  • ❝  you can not touch them. in fact, you can’t even look at them!  ❞
  • ❝  but it’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine — i mean, i’m happy!  ❞
  • ❝  it’s not a problem, just a challenge. it’s a challenge! to resist temptation.  ❞
  • ❝  i shouldn’t care what she thinks since i can’t fuck her anyways!  ❞
  • ❝  when you come home to me i’ll wear a sweeter smile and hope that for a while you’ll stay.  ❞
  • ❝  i am a good person. i’m an attractive person. i am a talented person.  ❞
  • ❝  jesus christ, i suck, i suck, i suck!  ❞
  • ❝  i will not be the girl who gets asked how it feels to be trotting along at the genius’ heels!  ❞
  • ❝  can we please, for a minute, stop blaming and say what you feel?  ❞
  • ❝  if i didn’t believe in you, we’d never have gotten this far.  ❞
  • ❝  if i didn’t believe in you, we wouldn’t be having this fight.  ❞
  • ❝  don’t we get to be happy?  ❞
  • ❝  no one can give you courage. no one can thicken your skin.  ❞
  • ❝  if i didn’t believe in you, i couldn’t have stood before all of our friends and said ‘this is the life i choose. this is the thing i can’t bear to lose.’  ❞
  • ❝  this is the life i choose. this is the thing i can’t bear to lose.  ❞
  • ❝  if i didn’t believe in you, i wouldn’t have loved you at all.  ❞
  • ❝  i thought, i can do better than that.  ❞
  • ❝  you don’t have to change a thing, just stay with me.  ❞
  • ❝  i want you, you, and nothing but you. miles and piles of you.  ❞
  • ❝  say you’ll move in with me.  ❞
  • ❝  nobody needs to know.  ❞
  • ❝  hold on, don’t cry yet.  ❞
  • ❝  since i need to be in love with someone, maybe i could be in love with someone like you.  ❞
  • ❝  don’t kiss me goodbye again.  ❞
  • ❝  you want the last word, you want me to laugh, but leave it for now.  ❞
  • ❝  goodbye until tomorrow. goodbye until the next time you call.  ❞
  • ❝  i have been waiting for you.  ❞
  • ❝  it’s not about another shrink. it’s not about another compromise.  ❞
  • ❝  i’m not the only one who’s hurting here.  ❞
  • ❝  i could never rescue you, no matter how i tried.  ❞
  • ❝  all i could do was love you hard and let you go.  ❞
  • ❝  god, i loved you so.  ❞
  • ❝  so we could fight, or we could wait, or i could go.  ❞
I tend to forget I’m walking on the surface of a soft mass on fire on the inside, a surface warmed and lit by an explosion taking place ninety-three million miles away. An explosion that started at some point and will end at some point.

I tend to forget that I rose out of this explosion and— despite my feeling I am unique from it— will someday fall back into it.
—  Sarah Manguso, from The Two Kinds of Decay: A Memoir

Even with bad wifi, I do have a very important thing to say:

Lapis canonically flew out of our solar system unassisted to travel to Homeworld.

Escape velocity for Earth’s gravity (how fast you have to go to not get pulled back to Earth) is over twenty-five thousand miles per hour.

Assuming she didn’t take a detour to build speed and just shot straight out of the solar system from her takeoff on the ocean tower, that would mean Lapis was going over ninety-four thousand miles per hour.

No wonder she got to Homeworld in less than a year when “the nearest star system” according to Pearl would take fifty years in her homemade spacecraft. Lapis probably outpaces the Gem hand ship from The Return, even- though that’s a bit nebulous since we don’t know how much time passed between that ship leaving Homeworld and arriving at Earth (it might be as recent as Political Power given that the credits of The Message cut off abruptly to static, but we only hear the sounds of an engine in Political Power‘s credits)

she is fast.

anonymous asked:

Prompt - doctor gets to petes world with donna to get rose

“That’s weird. Is there some sort of zeppelin day or something?”

The Doctor’s head snapped up. “What did you just say?”

Donna nodded her head towards the open TARDIS doorway. “Dunno, looks like there’s a festival on. Mum never said. Mind you, she never says much on the phone these days, unless she’s having a go - Doctor, you’ve gone pale, you all right?”

He’d stumbled over to her, not hearing a word she was saying, and pushed past her to look outside.

And then he clutched at the doorframe of the TARDIS in shock.

Donna’s hand landed on his arm, tugging him back inside. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

His eyes met hers as his mind went ninety miles an hour. In spirit he was already legging it across London, but he knew it’d be more pragmatic to actually figure out which direction to leg it in. “I need a map,” he decided, and bounded back over to the console screen. “And I need to find out what year it is.”

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*Prayer circle that Netflix’s A Series of Unfortunate Events isn’t as transphobic as the books*

I mean, it’s my favorite book series of all time. By, like, ninety-twelve miles.

But holy yikes is it a mixture of “things that didn’t age well” and “things that shouldn’t have been there in the first place” in regards to gender representation.

Come on, Dan Handler. Show me you and the team are doing better this go-around.

Someday We'll Know
  • Someday We'll Know
  • Mandy Moore
  • OST A Walk To Remember
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Mandy Moore feat. Jonathan Foreman  - Someday We’ll Know

Ninety miles outside Chicago
Can’t stop driving
Don’t know why
So many questions
I need an answer
Two years later you’re still on my mind
What ever happened to Amelia Earhart
Who holds the stars up in the sky
Is true love once in a lifetime
Did the captain of the titanic cry

Someday we’ll know
If love can move a mountain
Someday we’ll know
Why the sky is blue
Someday we’ll know
Why I wasn’t meant for you

Does anybody know the way to Atlantis
Or what the wind says when she cries
I’m speeding by the place that I met you
For the ninety seventh time tonight

Someday we’ll know
If love can move a mountain
Someday we’ll know
Why the sky is blue
Someday we’ll know
Why I wasn’t meant for you

Someday we’ll know
Why Sampson loved Delilah
One day I’ll go
Dancing on the moon
Someday you’ll know
That I was the one for you
I bought a ticket to the end of the rainbow
I watched the stars crash into the sea
If I could ask God just one question
Why aren’t you here with me

Someday we’ll know
If love can move a mountain
Someday we’ll know
Why the sky is blue
Someday we’ll know
Why I wasn’t meant for you
Why Sampson loved Delilah
One day I’ll go 
Dancing on the moon
Someday you’ll know
That I was the one for you

Seeing you in February was great
Cliches all come true ‘time heals all wounds’
I went to get us our ninth drink
And you ran out the door with another guy
I woke up on the floor with my shoes on
A smile on my face and I didn’t even care

I had a couple of Ferraris and later John suddenly decided that he wanted a Ferrari, too. We used to race together but I always regarded myself as slightly better because, first of all, John was as blind as a bat and secondly, he was never really very good at driving. But he wanted to drive his Ferrari and I would always be fearing some huge crash. We’d come down Piccadilly at about ninety miles an hour and go under the underpass on Hyde Park Corner like bats out of hell and he’d be right behind me, trying to keep up, with his contact lenses in, or whatever. And all the way home, back down the A3; I remember that a few times. Sometimes I’d slow down, because I was afraid that he was going to have an enormous ‘sausage’.
—  George Harrison, The Beatles Anthology

In 1977, the San Joaquin Valley—the swath of agricultural land that runs through central California—was designated a disaster area. Record-low runoff and scant rainfall had created drought conditions. At the beginning of Christmas week, the weather was normal in Bakersfield, the city at the Valley’s southern end, but in the early hours of December 20th a strong wind began to blow from the Great Basin through the Tehachapi Mountains.

Hitting the ground on the downslope, it lofted a cloud of loose topsoil and mustard-colored dust into the sky. The plume rose to five thousand feet; dust blotted out the sun four counties away. Traffic on Highway 5, the state’s main artery, stopped.

At a certain point, the anemometers failed; the U.S. Geological Survey estimated wind speeds as high as a hundred and ninety-two miles an hour. Windows on houses were sandblasted to paper thinness.

The Tempest from Tehachapi, as one researcher called it, spread dirt over an area the size of Maine. Twenty hours afterward, the dust reached Sacramento, four hundred miles north of Bakersfield, in the form of a murky haze that hung in the air for another day, stinging the eyes and noses of the residents.

On the twenty-first, it started raining in Sacramento, which turned the dust to mud, coating the cars and sidewalks, and marked the end of the drought. Over the next several weeks, Sacramento County recorded more than a hundred cases of coccidioidomycosis, otherwise known as valley fever, or cocci, a disease caused by inhaling the microscopic spores of Coccidioides immitis, a soil-dwelling fungus found in Bakersfield. (In the previous twenty years, there had never been more than half a dozen cases a year.) Six of the victims died. (via The Valley-Fever Menace)

Feminism is an endeavor to change something very old, widespread, and deeply rooted in many, perhaps most, cultures around the world, innumerable institutions, and most households on Earth–and in our minds, where it all begins and ends. That so much change has been made in four or five decades is amazing; that everything is not permanently, definitively, irrevocably changed is not a sign of failure. A woman goes walking down a thousand-mile road. Twenty minutes after she steps forth, they proclaim that she still has nine hundred ninety-nine miles to go and will never get anywhere.
—  Rebecca Solnit, “Pandora’s Box and the Volunteer Police Force,” in Men Explain Things to Me
Sweet Child of Mine (musefferati)

As much as Q liked his work, he also liked his time off, especially in times like this, when his custody had come through and he actually had time to spend with his son. Benjamin, who was four (going on thirty), was the image of his father, all messy curls and bright eyes and chattering at ninety miles an hour about whatever topic he had currently been learning about.

He already showed intelligence in bounds, and the two of them often enjoyed spending time either reading together or with Q showing his son how to make simple models. Unfortunately, given both his job, and his mother, time spent together was quite minimal, but they still had times, and he was still trying his best to get more time with him.

He had picked him up last night, and the small boy was currently chewing at his breakfast, while Q was washing up some things and occasionally pausing to ruffle his son’s hair. What he had not expected  was the door to be knocked. He hadn’t been expecting anyone. Also, no one really knew about Benjamin and he preferred to keep it amongst family.