a lost for words

I know I deserve more
But I would do anything
To feel your touch
To hear your laugh
To taste your kiss
One more time
Just one more
—  I will never stop longing for you

underneath alec, magnus’s gold sheets were soft and silky to the touch, pooling between his legs as he laid back against the full pillows. across the room at one of the dressers, magnus was shirtless, boxers clinging tight to his ass and his thighs as the sound of his rings clinking echoed in the room, that same sound echoing, metal against ceramic, as his necklaces came off one by one.

the warm light was dripping down the tight muscles of his back, spilling over his spine, shadows and light playing across his shoulder blades. alec was lost for words and for breath. he was sure that they had been talking about something at some point. but conversation had petered out in favor of the honeyed light of the late evening and the little sounds of two people sharing space together.

alec pressed his lips together, breathing in slowly and then he dragged his tongue over his lower lip as he breathed out, watching as magnus turned towards him, his hip pushed against the dresser. he was staring now, eyelids heavy over his beautiful dark brown eyes and just a hint of a smile tucked into the corner of his mouth.

“are you tired?” magnus asked, his deep voice reverberating. alec contemplated it for a moment, but really he was just staring at the way the light illuminated one half of magnus’s face, the beauty spot above is eyebrow dark against his tawny skin. alec breathed in again slowly, his own eyelids drooping and he felt the question slipping out of his mind as he dragged the pads of his fingers through the hair on his chest.

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You can make mental transcripts of conversations past and you can hold onto photographs and screenshots just for memory’s sake, but no matter how much those things meant back then and no matter what they mean now, only what you find in Word of Lord will fill the void in your heart. So hide His Word in your heart. When you start thinking about things that used to make you happy years ago that aren’t apart of your life anymore, and when you start to wonder what you’re missing, don’t look back. Look up. Look up to your Father, who has given you His Word. Look up to your Father who sent His only Son Jesus Christ to save your soul so you could spend Eternity with Him. Look up to One who gave you His Word, so you could hide it in your heart.

I have hidden your word in my heart, that I might not sin against you. - Psalms‬ ‭119:11‬

Let this keep your heart steady. Let this keep you on stable ground whether you’re minutes or miles away from stumbling again. Your past is apart of who you are but it is not all that you are. All you are is in Him, whose Word is the final and most valuable word in your life.

Written by @morganhnichols for #TheDevoCo

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I burn with you
and I am burning without you


fire laps at my heels
and I wonder if you can feel it too,
or if I’m taking the brunt of it
for both of us
(I don’t mind,
but do remember cutting costs
and skipping out on the fire extinguisher)


I’m tied to the stove or
the surface of the sun,
but still you raise your palms
and threaten to melt.

—  singed  | a.j

Hello
It’s me again
I do not love you anymore, no
My soul aches for other things
New things

Did you forget?
How damaged you left me
How it took me years to move forward
How some days I was not sure I could move at all

But
I will still say thank you
Thank you for breaking me
Now I know how to rebuild myself
Thank you

But I cannot let you back in
I let you go so long ago
You do not live here anymore

—  m. a.

anonymous asked:

i recently asked a question about a /ʡ/>/q/>/k/ sound change, and heeded your advice. that said, i've been considering an irregularity where the vowel lowering caused by /q/ remained when it became /k/. for example: the prefix /si/ became /se/ in words like /seqora/, but as the language lost its uvulars, the /e/ stayed, making /sekorə/ (final vowel schwa) as well as many other words with the /si prefix that used to begin with /q/ to be irregularities. does this make sense, and could it happen?

That is precisely the way things like this happen. That’s how we got <c> vs. <k> (e.g. the pronunciation of kid vs. cid): A sound change applies in one specific environment, and then that environment is lost, leading to an irregularity. That’s textbook. Well done!

Hello sweeties! Can you believe I got first place in speech during 5th grade and was chosen to be the one to deliver the graduation speech? I’m nowhere near a professional speaker, but as an anxious jelly bean to another student, here are the things that have worked the best for me ♥

Know your subject well:
If you’re already a nervous person, you need to know your presentation very well so you don’t add more stress to that day. Make sure you know what’s in your slides and anything they might ask. 

Plan your speech:
If you have all the information, the next step is to organize the parts and divide it into understandable sections that you can remember and manage. You can plan an intro, body and ending (at least) so you don’t get lost in your words. 

Rehearse:
When we had speech contests, the school gave us time limits, so I had to rehearse and time myself. This helps you avoid talking too little or too much, and most importantly, to practice your words and examples beforehand. 

Your body:
Dress as comfortably as you can without breaking the formal code. Use hand gestures to avoid looking nervous or stiff, just like moving around if you can so you can release some tension. 

Record yourself:
This helps you check your posture, hand gestures, if your voice sounds tired, unmotivated, if you’re talking too fast, or maybe it’s hard to understand your words. If you can, giving your speech to family or friends can help greatly because they’ll be honest and give you feedback you might not have considered.

Before a presentation: 
Sleep well, eat lightly but enough, and use natural foods to relax like green tea, chocolate, chamomile. Use relaxation techniques like breathing, counting backwards, etc. 

*I wrote each one of these personally, so please don’t repost. I hope this helps you, and remember to stay calm and enjoy it! If you have any questions, don’t hesitate on messaging me ^_^ © freepic icon

Love, Yumi 💙

anonymous asked:

🔥 RW/BY

The infantilization of Ruby both by the fandom and by RT has created a culture in which you are not allowed to ship a 15/16-year-old girl with people a year and a half to two years her senior and writing her as aro/ace honestly makes me uncomfortable because of the infantilization.

It’s gotten to the point where you can’t write a Ruby ship (unless it’s Whi/te Ro/se) without people claiming you’re a pedo/phile - a word which has completely lost meaning in modern Tumblr culture.

The age of consent in Canada and in most places is 16.

Ruby dating an 18-year-old at 16 isn’t that weird, guys. I was 16 and dated an 18-year-old. And it’s only really weird if you focus on the sex aspect. Which, like, just don’t. It’s not that hard.

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

When white people try to tell me I shouldn’t all myself mulatto.

Oh, you watched Blackish and now you’re an expert?  It shares a theorized etymology with mule (mulus) so therefore it must be offensive!  And I must have poor self-esteem to identify as one!  The thing is, you can’t just make up words about me and then decided if it should hurt my feelings.

Mulus also means flawless in Indonesian, like myself.  And mulatto has also been traced back to the Arabic (mixed-race) muwallad, which certainly sounds more probable to me, but as the origins of most words are lost in time, any origin story is still just a theory which is nothing for me to be offended by.

Sure, I could just call myself biracial, but there are several types of biracial people, and I could just say I’m black and white or white and black, but then I’d have to say one ethnicity first which would give people something else to try to psychoanalyze.

Growing up, I never really had a “people.”  I was too light for the blacks, and too dark for the whites.  I was– le gasp– different.  But I have a name for it, and it gives me a sense of security the same way being able to identify as queer or bisexual does.  It gave me a “people,” a banner to stand under, and the only thing that makes it offensive is that other people have tried to use it to hurt us, whether it’s from blacks trying to promote the “blacker the berry=the sweeter the juice” rhetoric or whites with the old “one drop” rule, or anybody trying to weaken the black efforts in civil rights by pitting us against each other with colorism and paper bag tests of beauty.

I’m not offended by what I am.  You don’t tell me what I am, I tell you.

alright disney,,,,,,if yall are really going on some ‘live action remake of all our old cartoon movies spree’ then listen up,,,,,atlantis. do you hear me?atlantis the lost empire (2001). diverse cast. strong plot. good moral lessons that kids will understand. everything. no more cinderella no more snow white no more sleeping blondie. a t l a n t i s

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Holy shit

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You say you like me and you love hanging out with me and that everything is fine but my mind is so full of broken thoughts from past friendships that i know at some point, you’re just gonna leave me behind, i’ll be left in the dark wondering what i did wrong again, missing you because you were the only one who cared, and thinking about how short lived we were.
—  spitefully unaware
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Hey so this is a really long shot but my cat is lost. I depend on her for so much. She’s the living embodiment of my fight for mental stability, I adopted her exactly a year after I was released from the hospital after threatening suicide. She means so much to me and she’s lost because my dad let her out of the house when she was annoying him. I live in Plymouth Minnesota. It’s cold as fuck here and it’s supposed to snow tonight. Please try to get the word around.