I’m sick of boys who pretend they care.
Who lift you up to the clouds
only to let you fall to the ground a moment later.
Boys who kiss your forehead
and promise everything will be okay.
Boys who make you open up
and show every one of your flaws,
only to wish you hadn’t.
I’m sick of boys who use me.
Who grab at my waist
until it grabs my friend’s attention.
Boys who bite my neck
when the girl he used to love walks by.
Who fill my every crack with love and passion
but only until ‘she’ realises what she’s missing.
I’m sick of boys who confuse me.
Who tell me they’re in love
but flirts with every other girl.
Boys who hold my hand one day
and walk past me another.
Who bring light into my life
but also with darkness and pain.
I’m sick of boys who make me feel like my heart is breaking. Who’s name makes me shiver
but also makes me hurt.
Boys who make me wish I could be someone else,
just to make them happy.
Who destroy my whole world,
but don’t even seen to notice.
“I had a dream… In the dream, dark storm clouds were billowing over the land of Hyrule… But suddenly, a ray of light shot out of the forest, parted the clouds and lit up the ground… The light turned into a figure holding a green and shining stone, followed by a fairy… I know this is a prophecy that someone would come from the forest… Yes, I thought you might be the one… Oh, I’m sorry! I got carried away with my story and didn’t even properly introduce myself! I am Zelda, Princess of Hyrule.”
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Age really is just a number. This weekend, head out into the world and capture playful, candid photos and videos showing how life is better when we keep a touch of whimsy in every day.
Here’s how to get started:
Turn the mundane into the magical by observing daily scenes through the eyes of a child. Clouds become animals, the ground turns to lava and a cardboard box lets you travel through time.
Have you kept any mementos from your own childhood? Take a video, Boomerang or multi-post to show their presence and meaning.
Just grab your camera and be joyful. Be spontaneous. Be silly! We could all do with taking ourselves a little less seriously.
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She passed through our village, through fields littered with dead soldiers after her forces overwhelmed the nation of Dumor. Her other Elites followed and then rows of white-robed Inquisitors, wielding the white-and-silver banners of the White Wolf. Where they went, the sky dimmed and the ground cracked
—the clouds gathered behind the army as if a creature alive, black and churning in fury.
Laughing seemed to come easy whenever Jimin was around Yoongi; the two of them frequenting their secret spot in the forest every day since their first meeting. They’d stay up talking deep into the night, sometimes not separating until the sun’s rays peeked through the dense leaves.
“What’s your favorite color?” Yoongi asked one evening, sprawled out on a blanket Jimin had brought the day before.
“Hmm…“ Jimin hummed, mulling the question over from his spot next to Yoongi. "I like a lot of colors but right now…I think I like yellow the most.”
Jimin stretched his arms up away from the ground, fingers grasping at the passing clouds in the star speckled sky. “Maybe it has something to do with the little bit of sun we get during the winter. Lately when I see the color yellow it makes me really happy.” His arms fell back to his sides, fingers brushing against Yoongi’s in the process and instinctively curling to hook themselves around his hand.
Yoongi shifted slightly and Jimin immediately retracted, not-so-smoothly shoving both hands into his jacket pockets as Yoongi’s gaze dropped down from the sky and settled onto his face.
“You have a bad habit of doing that, you know,” Jimin mumbled after seconds of silence. He didn’t avert his gaze as he spoke, still focusing on the the trees, pinching at the lining of his jacket. "You’re always staring.”
Yoongi turned onto his side towards Jimin and propped up his head using the palm of his hand. “I like yellow too.”
Jimin peered over at him–lips curved upward and eyes brimming with warmth–before immediately returning his attention upward. “Ye-yeah, well it’s a nice–”
“Your aura,” Yoongi interrupted, “it’s yellow.”
Yoongi sat up and crawled over to Jimin who was still lying on his back. “Your aura,” he began, hovering over Jimin and tracing the outline of his body, “is the energy you give off. Every living thing gives off energy and that energy has a color.”
“Every living thing?”
“Animals and plants?”
Yoongi nodded again.
Jimin pointed at the nearest tree, his eyes narrowed. “That? That tree has a color?”
This time, Yoongi sighed. “Yeah.”
“And me?” Jimin poked his chest. “I have a color too?”
“You have colors.”
“Like a flame. It’s really pretty…” Yoongi reached out to caress the imaginary light and even though he was nowhere near close to touching him, Jimin held his breath in anticipation.
“Does…everyone have more than one?”
Yoongi shook his head. “It’s rare.”
“Is it a…a bad thing?”
“Having more than one? No.”
“Ah…” Jimin nodded, taking it all in. “Are my colors…good colors?”
“Nothing fits neatly into those categories of ‘good’ and 'bad’. It’s all subjective, isn’t it?”
Jimin punched Yoongi lightly in the arm. “Just answer the–”
“Yellow…” Yoongi leaned in close, catching Jimin off guard. “…happiness.” His hand brushed against the top of Jimin’s head and followed the curves of his body. “Pink…tenderness, gentleness, and love.”
“So basically…I’m perfect.” Jimin smirked, his breathing unsteady and shallow.
"Don’t flatter yourself, brat.” Yoongi tucked a lock of Jimin’s hair behind his ear. “I think we both know you’re far from perfect.”
Of course Jimin knew he wasn’t perfect. He wasn’t always eye-smiles and sunshine, giggles and toothy grins. Most times he was self-critical; holding himself to standards that weren’t realistic, measuring his self-worth in the approval of others. He was constantly performing, whether he was on stage or not, showcasing traits he believed would garner attention and praise.
And somehow this stranger–this Min Yoongi–had the ability to see through his well constructed facade after only knowing him for a few days. With the simplest of words, he managed to stir something inside of Jimin that both terrified and excited him.
Somewhere in between reconciling those two emotions, Jimin blurted out, “I think I like you.”
Yoongi’s fingers paused in the air, head tilted as he withdrew his hand. “You think you like me?”
“I can’t…can’t explain it and it's–I’m usually not like–”
Yoongi pressed a finger against Jimin’s mouth. “Stop overthinking. You’ll ruin it.”
“Ru–ruin? Ruin what?”
“The moment,” he whispered, bending forward and resting his forehead against Jimin’s.
“Ah…” Jimin clung to the blanket beneath them, eyes screwing shut and lips pursed.
He waited for what seemed like hours, growing impatient after nothing but warm puffs of air from their breathing. Jimin opened one eye hesitantly, then the other, before realizing that Yoongi was no longer leaning against him, his face even further away than it was before.
“Aren’t you…aren’t you going to kiss me?”
Yoongi tapped Jimin’s bottom lip. “Kiss?”
“Yeah, well…you said–I mean, I thought–” Jimin could feel pinpricks of embarrassment nipping at his cheeks and ears.
“But you’re a prince. Shouldn’t I court you properly first?”
Jimin gaped at him, blinking profusely before they both broke into a fit of giggles, doubling over and falling on top of each other in the process.
“Come on, little prince.” Yoongi grinned, helping a flustered Jimin stand and straighten his clothes after they’d managed to detangle themselves. “Let me buy you some dinner.”
Sometimes I miss being naive and young
When you had this beautiful picture worked out in your mind
Of how things are supposed to be
Where you didn’t have to second guess people’s intentions
Where you weren’t scared to love
Because you haven’t been hurt a lot
Where you’re closed off
Where you expect the worst
I miss having that young mind
Where everything just seemed like it was going to be okay
Because now I know how fast things can change,
Like the flip of a switch
You’re floating blissfully on a cloud
And then suddenly you’re falling fast toward the ground
I had a dream… In the dream, dark storm clouds were billowing over the land of Hyrule… But suddenly, a ray of light shot out of the forest, parted the clouds and lit up the ground… The light turned into a figure holding a green and shining stone, followed by a fairy… I know this is a prophecy that someone would come from the forest… Yes, I thought you might be the one… Oh, I’m sorry! I got carried away with my story and didn’t even properly introduce myself! I am Zelda, Princess of Hyrule.
He watched her all evening: laughing with his sister, as Aaliyah showed her embarrassing baby pictures—he made a mental note to kill Aaliyah later—, learning how to cook the dinner his dad was preparing, her eyes glued intensely to the recipe, picking out a film with his mum and bonding over their shared hatred of Elf, he just didn’t get that one at all.
She caught him looking at her sometimes and he just smiled weakly, feeling his heart in his chest. She would poke her tongue out at him or scrunch his nose and he would laugh and be pulled back to the ground. She had this magical way of keeping his two feet on the ground whilst pushing him into the clouds.
She had been at his family home for three days now and it was Christmas Eve. His extended family was over and they were all in the living room laughing and talking. He scanned the room for her upon entering and found her immediately. He squeezed past his aunts and tiptoed around his little cousins to plop down on the couch beside her.
The second he sat down she pulled herself out of an animated conversation with his eldest cousin and her husband. He felt his heart catch in his throat as she smiled at him. Her hair falling gently down her back, her freckles smattering her face, and her Christmassy red lips made him speechless.
“Hi you,” She said, “Where’d you go?”
“Kitchen,” Shawn said indicating to the glass in his hand, “What were you guys talking about?”
“Well, your lovely girlfriend was telling us all about her job, she’s a keeper, truly, Shawn,” His cousin’s husband said smiling.
“Yeah, she’s alright,” Shawn joked scrunching his nose at his blushing girl.
“Mummy,” interrupted a small voice, grasping the attention of the two young couples. A small girl in uneven pigtails started grabbing at the shirt of his cousin. They wished Shawn goodnight as they went to deal with their little one, leaving the two of them alone.
“Wanna go get some air?” Shawn said scanning the room which had become crowded and loud with the addition of his little cousins—returning from a “Secret Christmas Adventure, Shawn, you wouldn’t understand.”
She nodded her nose pressed against his shoulder, sliding her hand into his as they moved out of the room, unnoticed in the chaos.
They stood out on his back porch for a while, embracing the cold temperature and the freshly falling snow. Shawn wrapped his arms around her from behind kissing the top of her head as they looked out at the moon kissed snow.
“I love your family,” She said, shattering the silence.
“They love you, too,” Shawn said smiling, his chin resting on her head.
“Thank you for inviting me,” Her hand finding his, giving it a small squeeze at the end of her sentence. He kissed the side of her head and smiled as he smelled her familiar shampoo.
“Do you remember how nervous you were when you met them for the first time?” He said laughing, thinking of the memory.
“Nope, Shawn I’m just gonna go home I think,” She said her voice shaking in the airport terminal.
“No, you’re not. They are going to love you and if they don’t, which isn’t gonna happen, I love you and that’s pretty important, no?” Shawn reminded her firmly.
“Oh my god is that them? Is it?” She squeaked.
“No dear, they’re waving to the people behind us,” He said pulling her closer to him. They were standing in the cold outside of the airport. Her hand grabbed his tightly as his parents and sister approached them.
“I thought you were gonna break my hand the way you grabbed it so tightly,” He cackled.
“Little did you know, I was only holding your hand to leech your warmth,” She said in a dignified voice.
“You’re full of it,” He said still recovering from his laugh. He pulled her in to kiss her.
“I love you,” She said softly, snowflaked falling on her eyelashes.
He felt his heart catch once again. It’s funny how one person can catch your heart and hold it so tightly, perhaps without realizing it at all. He looked at her in the moonlight and the way that she smiled at him and the little chip in her front tooth and he just knew. Sometimes you just know.
Cloud-to-ground lightning is caused by a build up of
negatively charged air at the bottom of storm clouds. As it rushes
toward the ground, the lightning repels other negatively charged
particles and attracts positive charges from the ground below