books i love

I like stars more than anything else. I watch them as I fall asleep and wonder who lives on them and how to get there. The night sky looks so friendly with all those little twinkling eyes.

— Snufkin, Comet in Moominland

I am sure one day
I will see you again
but how can I know it was real?
everywhere I look
you are there,
haunting me.


sometimes I even
see you in my own reflection.

—  ghost by shelby leigh
He took my heart just in time,
saved me from falling for the wrong one
But it all went so fast, too fast
I can’t help it though…
I love the way his eyes dance when he smiles at me,
I love the way my hands fit in his,
how his face lights up when he talks to me
and how he out of the blue started talking to me
I have known him for so many years,
but I only start to get to know him now
—  confessions
I was thinking about how you’re always the first to say I love you; We were laying there on the couch, in a dark room illuminated by the light of the movie screen. I looked up at you. I could see the reflection of the movie in your eyes, the tension in your square jaw, and all the little creases in your curled up, crooked smile. You didn’t notice that I was watching you, but that’s okay. You didn’t have to. Every little thing that you did so effortlessly, I fell in love with over and over again. You turned to me and I hugged you closer, tugging on your shirt as I allowed your arm to rest around me. Before you could say anything, I leaned in to kiss you, but stopped myself just an inch before your face. You flash me that smile, oh so innocent, so sincere. I whisper your name, and find that those are the only words I know how to form. The following silence whispers the words I’ve been trying to say. You reply softly, “I love you too”, and I’ve never kissed someone so passionately as I had in that exact moment.
—  “i love you” pt.2 // 3.22.17
You remind me of the ocean. Your voice can lull and rock me into a comfort, you seep deep into every fiber of my body. Water falls over me, the lapping of warm ocean water a constant only you can provide. Other times you heave your powerful hand from deep within and suck me into a drowning panic. You can throw harsh sprays and lashes that leave words imprinted like sand grains embedded in the skin.
—  g.e. // March 23rd

“ I remember one night in late February you were driving home after we went out somewhere and the sun was setting and it had turned the sky a hundred different colors. I looked over at you from the passenger’s seat and saw the light hitting your face. The last bits of the sun was shining in your eyes, making every bright, piercing blue fleck sparkle individually. You saw that I was staring at you and you asked what I was looking at. I felt myself smile one of those massive, infinite smiles, and I answered you by telling you how you’re the most beautiful person I’ve ever set my eyes on. I don’t think I’ve ever spoken truer words to anyone before that night. ”

- from a much simpler time (n.b. 03/22/17)

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@pocpotterweekmarch 23rd: favorite ship

“Then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before…and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world.”

Sometimes, it felt as if you were still a part of me.

I could feel you, intertwined with my bones. Draped over the muscles of my heart. Injected into my veins.

Even though you’ve left, physically and whatever emotion we shared is drifting away. Sometimes, the urge to feel you in my arms was so visceral, I swear I could conjure you into existence.

But today, I listened to a song that I normally don’t listen to. It’s about two lovers whose love is just never enough, how their life is a series of almost’s. And it’s made me cry, so much, that I just stopped listening to it. I could hear our fights, our tears, our kisses etched into that story.

I heard it today, and what surprised me was the absence of the tears that I’m used to.

There was a strange sort of resignation that enveloped me, and the urge to be around you wasn’t so visceral.

I think I’ll always love you (our firsts don’t always leave us, do they?), but between all the times I cried over us and grieving over you not being there anymore – I think I learnt to live without you.

Bellarke & ‘The Five Love Languages (Pt. 1)

I’ve wanted to make a meta about this forever but have never been able to find the correct words, but where Bellarke dynamic is currently has provided a great amount of inspiration.

The Five Love Languages is a 1995 novel written by Gary Chapman discussing the various ways that people show and feel love. The five ‘languages’ discussed in the novel are words of affirmation, acts of service, gift giving, quality time, and physical touch. If you haven’t read this book, I highly recommend it. It can provide a great amount of insight regarding relationships in your life and what actions make you feel loved.

With that summary in the way, you’re probably asking, ‘Kels, what in the world does any of this have to do with Bellarke?’ Well, upon combining my analysis of the novel with the Bellarke dynamic that is currently present in the show, I discovered something very interesting. Something that says a lot about why we know Bellamy and Clarke love each other without either of them having to say it aloud. Yep, you heard me right! We’re not delusional—it’s basic psychological science—and here’s why!

Bellamy and Clarke show and feel love in ways that are directly compatible with one another. For a simple, brief analysis: Clarke feels love through touches, but shows it through words of affirmation. Bellamy feels love through words of affirmation, but shows it through touch (with a hint of acts of service dropped here and there). Obviously, these characters feel and show love in other ways as well, but I found that these particular love languages are deeply embedded within the characters and their relationship with one another.

The more in-depth analysis will be broken into two parts. The first revolves around Clarke and her love languages and is posted below, and the Bellamy counterpart to this meta will be posted in the near future. So, if the information above interests you in the slightest and you would like to hear more,

Keep reading

Perché senza cercarti, ti incontro ovunque, soprattutto quando chiudo gli occhi.
—  Julio Cortázar

(Happy ObiMaul headcanon for @yaoikuza-probably won’t be the last thing i tag you in) 

AU where Maul doesn’t die; Obi-Wan never intended to kill him just temporarily knock him out so he could have some time to think. Through that act of mercy, not only does Maul heal but he and Obi-Wan become friends and see they have a lot in common. Most importantly, they share a love for reading. Obi-Wan has collected tons of books over time, and has multiple copies of some of the same volumes. So he gives Maul a lot of his volumes, and of course Maul reads them quickly despite their length. After a while, the two will just sit there, discussing the books, and the characters, themes, etc…etc..

And though Obi-Wan has read these books repeatedly and knows them like the back of his hand, having conversations with Maul intrigues him. There are themes Obi-Wan has never thought of, or certain things in the books that he’s missed that Maul notices, and it just sets up a lovely discussion.

And with Maul, talking about any book is always more exciting since Obi-Wan has been alone and he too enjoys delving deeper into the pages with another mind to discuss with. And through reading, discussing (the present, and their pasts) and just spending time together, they grow close. They already have so many similarities so it isn’t hard for a bond, especially when they no longer have anything to lose.

Obi-Wan has found a friend and companion in the least way he thought possible and the same goes for Maul. It’s safe to say the both are happy.  

This of course goes on for a few more months until Maul is healed, and announces that he’s going to leave. Obi-Wan knew his time was coming, but he is saddened by it. Yet, he doesn’t try to stop Maul, because he knows there’s still a lot Maul needs do for himself. He’s healed but not completely. Though he no longer hates Obi-Wan there is still a lot of pain and hatred that only a self journey will fix. So Obi-Wan lets him go, he encourages him too.

And before Maul leaves, Obi-Wan gives him every single one of the books they’ve read and discussed together. It’s a rather bitter sweet departure, because something in Obi-Wan’s gesture tells Maul that he will may never see him again. But they hope for the best for each other and both depart on good terms.