can not contain feels

visions

May I love my own life.

May I meet words on my tastebuds no one else can touch.

May I contain every secondhand feelings in a jar, only bringing it out when I feel safe.

May I feel warmth from the sun and infinity in the skyline to remind me this is my life -
that I want for myself.

To remember that I, in anyone else’s eyes, is just that. A vision.
Pieced together by assumption and sympathy but I do not feel what you think I do. 
No, the world doesn’t see the pain I have in me, they can’t feel it. 
It’s old and dusted, vague and quite personal. 
But wow is it a gift for me to harbor such grief none other can describe.

These people, they are my out of body experience.

I feel important just for that.

I am not unwanted I am untouchable, and I’ve learned to move on my two feet towards what is best for me.

because your visions are not my realities. 

….you know it just occurred to me that in me2, garrus goes to the effort of dressing up just for shepard and their special moment together. from my recollection, no one else does that, and i’m not doing this to put other romance options to shame or anything, but it shows just how much garrus tries for her sake.

he didn’t have to dress up, but he did. he didn’t have to buy wine with all the money he could afford to spend, but he did. and the best part is; he didn’t watch any vids on how it should go. everything in that night was his own ideas. that’s all him just trying, hoping to make the night right for shepard; a night to treasure.

i am in literal tears right now, i’m just so moved by the power and strength all the protestors had today. resistance and the belief of standing up for what is right is one of the most beautiful things to watch. i am proud, and always be, to be a woman.

The house that contains Saturn can feel like it is a vast mountain to climb, full of hurdles to jump over and barriers to break. It can feel like success is a million miles away. Yet, this very house often ends up being our area of expertise later in life, a place that amounts so much knowledge that we are the ones to turn to should others feel conflicted or are struggling in that area of life. Through breaking barriers and fighting fatigue, we can achieve our dreams in this area.

Yuri on Ice is making me a crazy person when I name the screenshots

So prior to episode 6 I named screenshots like this:

Easy to find and file right?

Then episode 6 came along and I started to lose the plot

But still it’s not too many and I can understand them

Then episode 7 happens

This is because I cannot contain my feelings.  I’m a bit calmer with episode 8

Then episode 9 happens and I completely lost my shit

none of this is organised and it’s making it very hard to find the screenshot I want at any given time but I can’t help it because I HAVE TOO MANY DAMN FEELINGS ABOUT THIS SHOW.

6

my future’s light is becoming darker
      that light, that light, please illuminate my crime
the knife is dulled by the greed that I can’t contain
      deeper, I feel like i’m dying
this love is the devil by a different name
      please punish me, please forgive that crime
evil it’s too evil

8

You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn’t true. I know a lot about love. I’ve seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain, lies, hate… It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves… You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and… What I’m trying to say, Tristan is… I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I’d know it for myself. My heart… It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it’s trying to escape because it doesn’t belong to me any more. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I’d wish for nothing in exchange - no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.

Stardust dir. Matthew Vaughn (2007)

Let Me Do Everything // Kim Namjoon

Originally posted by cyphermon

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader

Genre: Fluff

Summary//Request: After overdoing it at your Taekwondo class, your adorable, caring boyfriend Namjoon waits on you hand and foot, making sure he can do everything he can to make you feel better c:

This scenario contains text message imagines ^_^

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Realm of Heart

Cast away all fear and
Let the palette of my life
Paint the canvas of
Your heart and mind —
Give to me your thoughts
And I will color in this
Pavonine of idea and concept
Yet pierce the realm of Emotion
On wingéd conscience as
Effortless as horse drawn lovers.

It is in this distance that
I meet you in the realm of heart,
Walk hand in hand with destiny
And kiss your untouched lips:
There I sketch a mockery of lust
Into innocence, overwhelm the doubt
With trust, recreate my lost hope
With vision and significance,
Bring power to my honesty
With your every smile!

In your eyes there
Is more than a dream,
There is an entire Gallery of
Perfection amongst hope restored
Where I honor the hues
And tones of my being
Coming alive throughout the
Universe of your cosmic gaze!

What more can emotion contain?!
Is there elocution amidst
The Prism of human feeling?
Indeed I have tapped the very Chroma
Of my life in your presence,
And drunk a simple rainbow of
Culmination on the inside
Of your loving embrace.


© K. James Ribble

Jealousy - Leafyishere smut.

In which Calvin is jealous and shows Y/N just how much better he can make her feel.

Requested // Contains smut.

Originally posted by sebasti4nvettel


You and Calvin weren’t on the best of terms, it had been the case for far too long now. You two argued over just about everything, food, sleep, tv, music. Anything. His short tempered attitude was starting to really shine through his usually romantic self and it was driving you crazy. You and Calvin used to be inseparable, it was part of the reason you had moved in with him, you just didn’t want to be apart.

This was seemingly no longer the case, now you fought to not be near him. It was getting to you. You loved him with everything you had, you had given him all that you could and it seemed to be in vain now.

“Y/N. Can you fucking turn that down I’m trying to concentrate.” He snapped, your jam session being cut short as you turned the volume up, resuming your small sing along as you began to get ready to go out. T-wayne was cut short as silence followed his actions, he stood behind you now as he lowered his hand from where he had previously stopped your music.

“Do you mind? I was listening to that home boy.” You spoke, annoyance presence in your voice.

“I’m. Trying. To. Concentrate.” He repeated, turning away from you as he shook his head, taking a seat at his computer once again.

“Such a shame, I’m trying to get ready to go out, because some people have lives outside of the internet.” You retaliated. You couldn’t quite believe your attitude towards him either it wasn’t exactly your usual demur, it made you sad to think this was what the two of you had resorted to.

“Oh and where are you going dressed like that?” He scoffed, turning in his chair as he narrowed his eyes.

“With a friend, to a party, not that it’s any of your business.” You finished your hair as you looked at your figure in his full length mirror, doing a small twirl as you smiled satisfied with the way the dress seemed to hug your figure, hair falling just beyond your shoulders. Meanwhile Calvin watched your every mood, heart skipping a beat and stomach doing flips.

“Why?” He asked simply, although he didn’t seem to be as angry and miffed as he sounded before.

“Because I want to Calvin, I haven’t seen him in ages.” You told him, humming softly as you collected all your things together, swinging the strap of your small bag over your shoulder you did a quick scan of the room making sure you had everything. Finally yours eyes met with him and you saw something you hadn’t seen in a while. Jealousy.

“Him? Who the fuck is him?” He crossed his arms, his oh so important work lost as his mind continued to comprehend the fact that you were meeting another guy that wasn’t him and looking so damn good at the same time.

“Oh my god he’s an old friend, why are you suddenly taking an interest in what I do?”

“Because you’re mine and I don’t want you parading around with someone else, especially looking like that.” He furrowed his eyebrows, you were about to continue ranting and raving about how he had no control over what you did but you were cut off by the sound of the doorbell.

“Bye.” You shook your head, making your way to the front door, you felt him follow you and rolled your eyes at this. “Don’t you have work to do?” You accused, turning to face him briefly before opening the door to reveal the friend you had mentioned earlier. Calvin’s face fell as he realised this friend wasn’t just any old guy but a model by the looks of things. He was everything Cal wasn’t and the small feeling of jealousy had flourished into something so much more.

His hand slammed against the wood of the entrance, closing the door as you looked over at him with a look of confusion.

“What the fuck are you doing?” You questioned, attempting to duck beneath his arm to continue your escape from him and hopefully get a good night out of it.

“There is no way you’re going out with him.” Calvin said, every word dripping with jealousy as he pressed his body against yours. “I’m not letting you, you’re mine not his.” He whispered, close to your ear as he gently moved his lips to press a kiss against your neck, closest to where he had previously been.

“C-calvin, I’m going out leave me alone.” You groaned softly, although there was no denying his actions were taking their toll.

“Over my dead fucking body are you going anywhere. Don’t deny you want to be here with me. You don’t need him.” He mumbled back, his free hand running across your side before dipping beneath the fabric of your skin tight dress. A please tumbled from your lips but you soon gave in, your head tipping against the door as he began to slowly rub small circles against your covered clit. A soft knock echoed against the front door once more and Calvin looked away from your body with bemusement.

“Jack- I’ll call you later.” You called out, a small muffle of an ‘are you okay?’ coming from behind the thin wood. “Yeah I’m fine, I just don’t really feel like going out anymore.” You lied, although it wasn’t completely false as you’d much rather be here.

“That’s right Y/N, I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good.” He cursed, his fingers slipping beneath your underwear as he began to slowly inch his fingers closer to your core, a stifled moan spilling from your lips. Just as you began enjoying yourself, hands moving up to tug at his brunette strands you felt his fingers leave your soaking pussy, a pout of annoyance painted across your lips. He merely smirked as he grabbed at your thighs indicating for you to jump around him as he bucked his hips upwards slightly, he friction causing the both of you to grow needy.

The bedroom was a mess but it was about to become messier as you two discarded of what clothing you had. Your body laying sprawled out across the bed as he approached your figure, his hardened length brushing against you as his eyes found yours.

“Don’t make a sound okay princess? Don’t you dare.” He whispered, his dick finally pushing into you as he let out an extensive moan. “Not a fucking sound.” He warned causing you to shut your mouth, taking your bottom lip between your teeth as you restricted a string of groans from tumbling from your rosy lips. “I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good, Y/N.” He promised, his teeth sinking into your neck as he began to mark his territory, thrusting deeper into you as he started to form a hard and fast rhythm. The bed squeaked and protested beneath the two of you, headboard smacking against the wall as you tried to keep from showing your appreciation. “Who’s making you this good baby? Tell me!” He instructed, voice tainted with melodic grunts of pleasure.

“You, Calvin.” You let out a strained reply, the silence you had been told to remain in causing your voice to become slightly husky.

“Fuck, that’s right baby girl. Do you think we should remind the neighbours?” He questioned, his pace picking up which was as far as you were concerned impossible until then. You felt your inner thighs become slowly bruised, you know walking would be tough after this. “Answer me.” Calvin demanded only bringing you closer to your end.

“Yes.” You let out a soft moan, hoping he wouldn’t expect you to still be quiet.

“Good, me too baby, let them know.” He insisted, his moans escalating into louder noises of nirvana. Finally you could stop restricting how much pleasure you were being presented with as you felt yourself almost screaming for him. “Yes, just like that scream my name Y/N.” You did as you were told, his name flowing from your lips as if it were went to be, which you were pretty sure it was. He filled you completely as his thumb shakily moved down to rub you, little difficulty being shown as he kept up the pace which was amazing to you.

You couldn’t hold it for much longer as you closed your eyes, body beginning to stutter as you told him you were nearing your climax.

“Cum baby girl, cum for me.” He said, causing you to tip over the edge as you came around him, the feeling of your liquids against his erection causing him to follow you in your orgasm. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He mused, his eyes squeezing shut as you ran a hand through his hair, lips pressing against his as he continued to ride out his orgasm.

Falling beside you he turned to face you.

“Calvin I’m sorry.”

“No. I am.” He admitted.

“Okay, you should be I’m not gonna be able to walk.” You pouted, a small giggle escaping your lips despite your fatigued appearance.

“Good, remember this next time you’re out with Jack.”