“There’s an old poem by Neruda that I’ve always been captivated by, and one of the lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time I read it. It says “love is so short, forgetting is so long.” It’s a line I’ve related to in my saddest moments, when I needed to know someone else had felt that exact same way. And when we’re trying to move on, the moments we always go back to aren’t the mundane ones. They are the moments you saw sparks that weren’t really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened, and then saw it slip away without any warning. These are moments of newfound hope extreme joy, intense passion, wishful thinking, and in some cases, the unthinkable letdown. And in my mind, every one of these memories looks the same to me. I see all of these moments in bright, burning, red.”
“There’s an old poem by Neruda that I’ve always been captivated by, and one of the lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time I read it. It says “love is so short, forgetting is so long.” It’s a line I’ve related to in my saddest moments, when I needed to know someone else had felt that exact same way. And when we’re trying to move on, the moments we always go back to aren’t the mundane ones. They are the moments you saw sparks that weren’t really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened, and then saw it slip away without any warning. These are moments of newfound hope, extreme joy, intense passion, wishful thinking, and in some cases, the unthinkable letdown. And in my mind, every one of these memories looks the same to me. I see all of these moments in bright, burning, red.”
”- Well, I admire you, Ms. Grant. It’s scary leaving the life you’ve known. - Hmm. I’m about to take a leap into the unknown and I’m thrilled. Do you have any idea how exciting it is not to know what I’m going to do tomorrow? It’s exhilarating. - I wish I could do that, sometimes. Start something new. Be someone new. - Life is long. And you will be many different people before the end. And knowing you, every single one of them will be extraordinary. But not as extraordinary as me. […] Be safe, Supergirl. - You, too. And come back. I know we all need change, but we need friends, too.”
I postured my heart to envelope kisses I couldn’t seal in the back pocket of happiness to write a line of dreams we let dry in the rain. Sometimes I have dreams of kissing the doorways you’ve walked through. Sometimes I keep the sand from your touch to have something fall through my hands at goodnight. Sometimes there isn’t enough left of the bridge to rebuild from, but the stars keep shining because you’re made of wishes I haven’t met yet, and the only thing brighter than the night is your smile. We’ve hid in the clouds for so long, the seasons can’t find the vein we last missed. Every day is a song that pleads with strength I don’t have to hurt. But, I don’t need poetry to tell you your heart is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever held.
SO a fellow blogger messaged me asking for a little advice on a spell they were crafting…and this is what I came up with. After thinking about it, I added onto what I told them.
The purpose is to essentially sever ties with someone you had a negative relationship with, but still want to wish them the best. It’s based off my earlier post, “Remember, it’s okay to burn bridges and still be happy for the people you left on the other side.”
You Will Need:
-Two long-ish stemmed flowers. Can be different, can be the same, your discretion. These represent both of you blooming and having wonderful lives.
-Something to write on them (or otherwise personalize them)
-A car and a windy day(windy day optional I guess?)
What to Do:
-Write the name of the person(s) on one flower, and yours on the other.
-Tie the two stems together if possible. If they’re too stiff, wrap them together with a ribbon.
-Drive far away from your home, the farther the better. Once at your destinaton, get ready to drive home. Pluck the flower with the name of the person you want to cut ties with from the stem. Focus all your emotion and intent and energy into it.
-Drive back. Along the way, let the flower go out of the window (ergo windy day and car–inertia is needed here) and envision the wind diverting their path far, far away from yours.
-Once home, pluck your own flower off the stem and bury it in your yard, solidifying the spell.
“There are similarities with Bergkamp. I think he can become a legend - if he commits (his future to #Arsenal). Bergkamp committed for a long period & played until 38. To become a legend at the club you need to stay for a long time. If you stay two years, you would not be a legend. I wish we have 10 more years of Özil”. -Arsene Wenger.
Cullen needs at least 3 hours notice if you wanna have some love making time with him. I mean… he wears so many layers of clothes and armors. Probably took at least 10 minutes for him to take it all off. He is an onion, no doubt.
Slowly creeping into the rotten world. There goes my pure and innocent mind…
Summary: A little bit of sleepy Remus almost-smut, set just after the marauder’s time at Hogwarts.
Warning: almost-smut of questionable quality
A/N: I started this with every intention of going all the way, but I’ve been working on this for 5+ months, so I have admit defeat.
Remus had rolled out of bed early that morning, having to get ready to go to work. You knew he didn’t enjoy working long shifts at the Three Broomsticks, but unfortunately the two of you needed the money.
You, however had a rare day off. Apart from planning to drop into the Order headquarters to see if anything needed doing later on, you had the day free to spend how you wished. You were just building up the motivation to follow your boyfriend out of the bedroom and see if he wanted breakfast, but he returned with his hair fixed and his work clothes on. He leaned over you and placed a soft kiss on your forehead, murmuring a quick “get some more rest, love.” before he was out the door and on his way. You sighed, hoping for his sake that the day wouldn’t be too hard on him. Before you could think of anything else, your eyelids drooped and you were asleep again.
Once you had woken up for good, it was half past nine in the morning. You got ready for the day and tidied up the flat a bit before you apparated to the Order of the Phoenix headquarters, but there wasn’t anything for you to do. With no other choices, you apparated back to yours and Remus’ flat to keep house.
You heard Remus’ key in the door at around 5 in the evening, prompting you to drop the spoon you were stirring dinner with and rush down the hallway to greet him, waving your wand over your shoulder to turn down the heat on the stove as an afterthought. He was in the process of slowly removing his coat once you reached him. He gave you a tired smile, allowing you to peck his cheek and take his coat to the bedroom for him.
When you returned, you found him sitting in the armchair with his head tilted back against it. You coo sympathetically and kiss his forehead. “Do you want some tea?” you offered, hating how worn out he was. “Mmm, that sounds amazing” You hurried off to put the kettle on to boil, and checked to make sure dinner wasn’t burning before going back to Remus. Once he saw you he stretched his arms out for a hug, which you gladly gave him, sitting on his lap and wrapping your arms loosely around his neck. He sniffed the air curiously. “You making dinner?” he murmured, softly stroking his fingers up and down your thigh. You nodded, earning a grateful groan and a kiss on the corner of your mouth from him. You combed your fingers through the hair on the back of his neck, smiling at him. “What did I do to deserve you?” he mumbles, brushing his thumb over your jaw. You laugh and bite your lip at his cheesy remark.
You readjusted yourself so you were straddling him, his hands immediately moving to your hips, squeezing gently and shooting you a lazy smile. You undid the top two buttons of his shirt and rolled up his sleeves in an effort to make him more comfortable. He grinned appreciatively and leaned up to press a slow kiss to your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you closer. You coax his mouth open with your own, moving your hands to caress his jaw. He traced his tongue across your bottom lip, his movements slow and lazy. Suddenly, Remus leaned back against the armchair, making you tip forward with a small yelp. He huffs out a laugh and leaves a trail of kisses down your neck as a form of an apology. You slowly unbutton more of his shirt, taking time to softly run your fingertips over his scarred skin. He follows your lead and slides your skirt further up your thighs, letting his hands rest on your bum, squeezing gently. He presses a warm, open-mouthed kiss to your collarbone, making your breath hitch. You slide your hands back up his chest and push his now unbuttoned shirt off his shoulders, before placing a trail of kisses leading from his jaw down to his chest. Remus moves his hands off your bum to slowly push your top further up your back. You lean back onto his thighs and pull your top over your head, dropping it onto the floor. You hear him murmur a soft “beautiful” before he dips his head down to press more open-mouthed kisses to your now exposed chest. He reaches around you and unclasps your bra, letting it fall to the ground, before continuing kissing down your sternum. You shuffle forward so you are closer to him and feel his growing length against your thigh. Remus trails his fingers over your body until he reaches your thighs, before sliding his hands back up and under your skirt. You inhale sharply when you feel his index finger rub against your clothed clit.
“You’re so pretty, Y/N.” He says softly,moving your panties aside and dipping his finger into you before returning to your clit. “You’re not too bad yourself, Remus” You say breathily, tipping your head back slightly and closing your eyes, enjoying the feeling of his fingers against your clit and is tongue against your breasts. He moves one hand around to your back, unzipping your skirt and letting it slip down your legs before you kick it of the rest of the way. You return to straddling him, slowly unbuckling his belt, biting down on your lip. He smiles before pulling you into a slow and passionate kiss. You push his pants down as far as you can and palm him over his boxers. You smirk when you hear his breath hitch and dip your fingers below the waistband teasingly, tracing your fingernails softly along his skin.
“Come on, Y/N,” He sighs, grinning. “Stop teasing.” You obey and push his boxers down his thighs.
Join us in sending emails to TS Entertainment.
(on top of the many tweets that I’m sure many of us have sent so far, since 2 February last week)
Please stay polite and refrain from any antagonistic remarks. This is what I sent recently. As long as it is not fixed in stone (the schedules ㅠㅠ), let’s try to knock some sense through TS’s seemingly pretty thick skull. We need to combat this stubbornness, let them see that we are trying to improve things for B.A.P but also not disadvantaging them in any way.
Should you wish to write to TS, this is just a sample for your reference. Should you be jaded and prefer to sit out of this one, I understand. Should you want to boycott the world tour, I really sincerely hope you don’t hurt B.A.P by gifting them an empty concert hall to sing to.
There’s an old poem by Neruda that I’ve always been captivated by, and one of the lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time I read it. It says “love is so short, forgetting is so long.” It’s a line I’ve related to in my saddest moments, when I needed to know someone else had felt the exact same way. And when we’re trying to move on, the moments we always go back to aren’t the mundane ones. They are the moments you saw sparks that weren’t really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened, and then saw it slip away without any warning. These are the moments of newfound hope, extreme joy, intense passion, wishful thinking, and in some cases, the unthinkable letdown.
I pictured myself falling into your arms and I felt better somehow. Even though I might never be able to do it again, the thought of you catching me gives me a feeling of security that I can’t explain. For someone that shuts down periodically, it’s a really comforting thought.