almost brings me to tears

I just feel like crying all the time now. Grieving D, which almost actually feels good - but that’s only one feeling bringing me to tears. It’s like allowing myself to love and grieve love has ripped this hole open. I cry at how beautiful the clouds are. I cry about how amazing the jasmine smells. I cry seeing bees. I love bees. I cry about how much I love my upstairs neighbors. I cry when the dog puts his paws on the bathtub to check on me in the bath. I cry as I tell the grocery store bagger that her hair looks amazing and the student worker that she is ubercompetent. I cry talking about Mozart in the Jungle and immigration law and about the Virgin Islands. I cry about how much I love this rental car (VW Passat; I never cared about cars before and goddamn it I’m driving like an asshole but I freaking LOVE this car and I get places 10 minutes sooner driving it). I cry in gratitude for car insurance and for the fact my car will be in the shop for more than a week so I can keep driving this beautiful beautiful machine. I cry when I finally find that song I’ve been craving.

Ok, heart. I get it. You’re functioning again. I missed you. It’s been a long time stuffing you down.

Breakdowns, breakthroughs, yadda yadda pop psychology delivered via yoga instructor while I’m vulnerable in shivasana.

Butterfly with broken wings

My god you are so gracious
it almost brings me to tears.

Whereas you find yourself
clumsy,
even cumbersome,
I see your every step
as an intricate
ballet.

You flutter above the pavement,
leaving me a mere witness
to the feet of an angel,
kissing the earth
with each
touch.

My god –
you are so gracious,

who made you think you are not?

- M.A. Tempels © 2017

I sat awake pretty well all night trying to wrap my head around what I was lucky enough to be apart of last night. I can honestly say last night was one of the best nights of my life. Even trying to type this is almost bringing me to tears again. Being apart of something like last night is such an incredible feeling. SHINee performed better then I ever could have imagined they would. They really put their heart and soul in every song. Shawols. Wow! You guys truly are a family. If ever I could relive a moment from my life. Last night would be it. I can only hope to experience SHINee again and I hope that everyone who loves them gets that same chance at least once. Thank you SHINee and thank you Shawols❤

you know what’s amazing….. when you say “i’m sorry about that” to a customer and they say “it’s not your fault” instead of yelling at you like it is. like that’s so refreshing i almost want to hug anyone who says that to me it brings a tear to my eye

anonymous asked:

Sorry to bother you, I just needed to vent. I'm falling SO hard for one of my best friends and have been since October. He has a wonderful personality (and face 😉) and he plays the most beautiful music, I mean really it almost brings me to tears. Everything he does makes me smile and/or laugh, he really understands me, my heart hurts. I want to tell him but I don't think he sees me as more than a friend. Date a cutie who plays piano 😍

I think you should be honest with him. If he doesnt like you then maybe its time to move on

Goodluck!

Chibs’ imagine based on the song “Tell Her You Belong To Me”, by Beth Hart

[Hi guys. How are you doing?

Well, this is a little personal…I love this song, I can connect with the lyrics and it brings me to tears almost every time…Sorry, let’s get into business…

Enjoy Chibs… I mean, enjoy the imagine. Tell me your opinion. THANKS for reading it! You are amazing!]

Tig Trager Warns You, This Imagine Contains: smut

You were at the clubhouse with Gemma, Lyla and some crow eaters letting everything ready for a party to welcome Filip back. He was finally getting out of the hospital after weeks recovering from an explosion at TM. You were supposed to be there and bring him home, but Fiona was there too. She was his wife, but she had nothing to do there. They had been apart for so long that their relationship had just died. He was still married to her only to protect Fiona from Jimmy, his enemy. You could handle this situation, but her presence there was too much. She appeared to check on him, surprising everyone.

“Tell her to go”, you begged him at the hospital.

“I can’t do that”, he said. You just nodded and went home, staying there until now. He knew you were pissed off and had sent messages to your phone, through Juice, Jax and even Gemma. You ignored all of them. You knew you were being stubborn, but you needed his word and Fiona gone.

          Tell her you’re mine

          That you have been blind

          Tell her it’s over

          And you belong to me

          Tell me to come

          And like hell I will run

          Back into your arms

          Cause you belong to me

The lights were still on in Gemma’s office when you got back at the TM. The sound of your heels echoed on the floor as you made your way to meet the Queen. You were ready to open the door when you heard a familiar voice with a thick accent.

“It’s more complicated than that mom”, Filip said, “Jimmy is in town”.

“What does that mean Chibs?”, Gemma asked.

“It means she is not going, not now”, he said.

It was enough; you had heard all you needed. Fiona wasn’t going and with Jimmy in town Filip would be bound to protect her. He would never be completely yours, she still had a strong hold on him and you were just another girlfriend, a pussy to keep him busy. You entered the clubhouse and looked around.

“She is not here”, you heard. Tig was next to you, whispering in your ear, “She wouldn’t dare, with so many cats protecting their turf”.

“Nice comparison Tiggy”, you laughed, walking with him to the bar.

“Thanks”, he smiled and sat next to you, “He is missing you, you know”.

You rolled your eyes at him and ordered a beer. A few seconds later Filip and Gemma walked in, everybody got up and cheered. The crowd hid you in your corner.

“Aren’t you gonna hug him?”, Tig looked over his shoulder to you.

“No”, you said and turned to the bar again. He shrugged and sat back, ordering shots to both. He started to talk nonsenses with Chuck just to distract you and soon you were really into the conversation, really having fun.

“Can I talk to my girl Tiggy?”, you heard minutes later. You didn’t bother to turn, you knew who was there.

“Yeah”, Tig said and left. Chuck did the same and you had no choice but look at Filip, now in Tig’s place.

“Welcome back”, you said in a cold tone.

“Thank you lass”, he sadly smiled, “Can we talk?”

You looked at him for a few seconds. You bit your lip and hid a satisfied smiled when you saw him swallow. That gesture always had turned him on.

“Sure”, you sarcastically said and got up. You saw Gemma’s eyes following you two in your way to the dorms. You opened the door and entered, turning around to face him, “What do you wanna talk about?”

“Don’t be a smart ass darling”, he walked towards you, “I’m not in the mood right now”.

“I’m not Chibs”, you said.

“It’s Filip, lass”, he reached for your arm, his grip tight around it, “Filip”.

“Let me go”, you hissed at him. He was angry. He hated to hear his nickname from your lips. He liked you to call him only by his name, “Filip”.

“I missed you”, he whispered and leaned for a kiss.

“No”, you pushed him away, escaping from his arms, “You don’t have the right to hold me and kiss me anymore”.

“What are you talking about love?”, he narrowed his eyes.

“Don’t call me love”, you barked, “I know everything. She is staying. Fiona is staying”.

“Shite”, he cursed and rubbed his beard.

“I heard you talking to Gemma”, you looked up, blinking, trying not to cry, “I… I’ve been in that house, alone, all this time Filip. I was waiting for you to call, to tell me she was going… It was too much for me. Sorry, I couldn’t handle”

“It’s not like that lass”, he begged, “Let me explain”.

“Explain what?”, you took a step towards him, “Did I mishear it? Because it is the only way… It’s the only way for you to have me back Filip. Tell me I’m wrong, tell me she is leaving. Take me home and prove it I’m the only one”.

          If you wanna hold me

          If you wanna know me again

          If you wanna love me

          Then take me home

          I’ve been at the bottom

          The deep end of the ocean

          Barely surviving by the dark side of her street

          Tell her you belong to me

He stayed in silence for a second and you took it as your cue to leave. You were opening the door when he hold your arm again.

“I’m going to prove you, love”, he spun you around just to push you against the door. His lips claimed yours, kissing hard enough to hurt.

He lifted you, wrapping your legs around his hips. Your fingers tangled in his hair, making Filip groan in response. You were kissing him back like your life depend on it. You had missed him so much. Your hands grabbed his shirt, popping the bottoms open and his lips moved to your neck.

“Filip”, you whispered his name. Holding you, he walked towards the bed. Gently he put you on the top of it and stop, looking at you.

“You are the only one lass”, he took off your heels and throwing them on the floor. You got up to take off your shirt and bra. Filip tugged your jeans and panties down your legs and opened them for him, “You are my love, don’t you know that?”

His fingers were inside you, his thumb rubbing, pressing your clit and his mouth was over your breast, sucking it. You laid on the bed, your back arching with the pleasure. His teeth grazed a nipple almost making you cry with the sweet pain.

“Please Filip”, you begged, “I need you”.

He ignored and kept torturing you until you climax in his arms. You closed your eyes and heard him took his clothes off. He joined you in the bed and you felt butterfly kisses on your cheeks, nose and mouth.

“Look at me love”, Filip whispered. You opened your y/e/c eyes to meet his and found them full of love and desire for you. He slowly entered you, “Did you miss me?”

He thrust hard inside you, making difficult for you to think and talk. He repeated the question and thrust deeper and harder. How were you supposed to answer with him doing that?

“Answer me”, he hissed and thrusted again, “Did you miss me?”

“Yes!”, you cried out, “I missed you Filip! I missed you!”

He laughed, but didn’t slowed down. Your eyes rolled back on your head and your nails dug on his back, definitely leaving bloody marks. You were close to another orgasm, tightening around him.

“Filip”, you whined, “Please… Oh God!”

“You are mine lass. Never forget that”, he groaned, “Say it”.

“Oh yes!”, he definitely was on a mission that night, never slowing down and assuring his power over you, “I’m yours Filip, only yours”.

You found your release together; Filip rested his body over yours, leaving kisses on your skin. You smiled and patted his shoulder; he laid next to you on the bed.

“Sorry”, you looked at the wounds on his back. They were little red marks made by your nails.

“I’m not”, he turned to look at you. “These are your marks, telling that I’m yours”.

“Are you?”, you couldn’t resist, you let it escape from you lips before you knew what you were saying. You bit you lip and looked down to your legs.

“Yes”, he hold your chin, making you look at him. You couldn’t escape from his eyes, “I talked to Fiona, she is staying away from us. I have a plan for Jimmy and after that I will divorce her, but I need something from you lass”.

“What?”, you asked, still processing his words.

“Your word”, he said, “You word that you will marry me then”.

Your hand covered your lips and you could fell the tears in your eyes. You nodded, crying.

“Say it love”, he smiled, “I need to hear you say. Say you will be mine.”

“Yes Filip, I will marry you”, you leaned to kiss him and whispered on his lips, “I will be yours, my love, I belong to you”.

          She’ll never win

          ‘Cause I’m not giving in

          You are my man

          You belong to me

youtube

So here’s a thing.

I’ve not seen much from Bertie Gilbert before but after watching this you can bet that I’m going to be watching a lot more of his short films because this is frankly, superb.

Bertie Gilbert and Jack Howard’s performances are touching, Ciaran O'Brien’s cinematography is stunning and kudos to every single person that made this film happen.

I use the word awesome a lot and when I do, it’s usually completely devoid of the word’s true meaning however in this case I truly mean it: This is awesome. After watching you’re left with this feeling that you really can’t explain, something in the pit of your stomach that almost brings you to tears (or at least it did to me.)

It is a truly beautiful film and I would encourage anyone and everyone to see it.

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(via Winter Blossom - Aoi Shouta - Uta no Prince-sama Maji Love Live 3rd Stage - Film Dailymotion)

30 Days of UtaPri Challenge- Day [11/30]: Favorite Solo Song

Winter Blossom- Mikaze Ai

It took me a lot of thought listening to all the UtaPri songs on itunes, until I came across this video. Even though my favorite changes from time to time, right now at this moment, this is my favorite song. Aoi Shouta is such a handsome man, with a wonderful voice. His voice is breathtaking, even in a live performance. It’s almost enough to bring me to tears. ; u ; 

morning coffee with three of my favorite men, while each of us quietly does our own thing; responding to work emails, reading a book, flipping through the newspaper, and a silent prayer of thanksgiving + gratitude.

these mornings are so precious to me that it almost brings me to tears.