dimmings

Your heart breaks all too silently sometimes for this world to notice and you carry it all too well for them to know you are hurting but the moon saw you breaking down last night and it whispered ,
“ even though you are a little dim at the moment , you are still a star . ”

(always )

Steve: I wouldn’t call it psycho, devoted, same way, I have a fan in Singapore, every time we go out there she has a new Aoki tattoo, Dim Mak tattoo, she’s got a lot of swag, she’s mad cool. Last time I saw her she said I brought a tattoo gun, I need you to finish this tattoo!

Louis: that is so sick!

Steve: It was fun and you know it’s fun to meet these amazing kids out there.

Louis: Sometimes in the past they’ve stopped me and asked me to write a song title in my handwriting. I’ve got the most unattractive handwriting of all time, I say you’re gonna get this tattooed? Yeah that’s cool.

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Face-up Attempt #84 - Doll in Mind Azelia (dyed)

So part of what I’ve developed for Azelia so far is that she’s a model and a lot of this look was inspired by different runway looks. I don’t think she’ll keep this, as I kind of rushed it, but it’ll do for the moment, until I work out a bit more about her.

Her nose piercing is a natural emerald. I’m going to be doing up a proper post later, but if anyone’s interested, I’ve got a small supply of emeralds and a very small supply of tanzanites that I’m going to be offering for commissions. They can be nose piercings or ear piercings or whatever your heart desires. Message me if you’re interested :)

doctorb99  asked:

The Second Coming by Yeats

“Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; (x)
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere  
The ceremony of innocence is drowned; (x)
The best lack all conviction, while the worst  
Are full of passionate intensity.” (x)

“And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,  
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?”

anonymous asked:

Creation is nay but an illusion. Kale is one of its own. The gloves, the second skin, they sometimes fit and sometimes slips. Fuckery abound. Aye, yay, nay. On the horizon it awaits. Shines brightly, it dims occasionally. Stir that fuckerkaleling in and in. Up, up, and away. Do never, do holder. KaleBubbles, bublykale it goes.

Originally posted by biomedical-mermaid

Right Now, We’ve Got All the Time in the World

some bonding fluff nonsense to get you through the weekend

thanks @sophie1973 for the prompt

AO3

“Do you have holidays here in Oz?”

There was the clank of metal as Lucas shifted in the darkness.

“You really want to talk about this now?”

Dorothy looked around the cells where she and Lucas were currently locked up. “You have something better to do?”

“We should be trying to find a way out.”

Moving across the cell floor she leaned against the bars separating her and Lucas. “These cells are magical and I know people think I’m a witch but that’s only because they think I killed a witch, but technically she killed herself. So, unless you suddenly remembered that you’re a wizard and have magic powers…?”

The lighting was dim in the cells but now that she was closer she could see him narrowing his eyes at her. “No.”

“Then we’re stuck here,” Dorothy announced. “And we might as well pass the time.”

“With holidays?”

“We had a holiday right before I came here,” Dorothy told him conversationally, as if they weren’t currently awaiting torture or execution at the hands of the Wizard. “It was for the independence of our country, and we celebrate with our national colors and fireworks and parades and lots of alcohol. It’s fun and happy and loud.”

Lucas settled against the cell bars so they’d be brushing shoulders if not for the metal between them. “We have Dhá Gealacha.“

“What does that mean?”

“Two moons.”

“You have two moons,” Dorothy asked, wondering how it was possible she could have missed that.

“Only once a year,” he answered. “It’s a big deal. One of the moons covers the sun and the other rises and sets over the course of 36 hours.”

“Thirty-six hours?”

“That’s how long a day is,” he says as if she should already know that. She refrains from reminding him she’s not from around here, and that he doesn’t know his real name. “There’s an entire day of celebrations and parades. People come out in droves to sell their ware or buy sugared fruit and then Twilight hits. It’s one minute when the first moon, our regular moon, eclipses the sun and the second moon lines up underneath it and the whole land goes quiet. People stop talking, dogs don’t bark, the birds fall silent and everyone looks up.”

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I don’t wanna

Parent. Or do anything really. This has been the longest short week ever. Like I know Monday was a holiday and yesterday still felt like a late friday. Honestly what I want to do is retreat to my dim bedroom (bc it’s perfectly chilly & overcast) and read my library book that’s about to expire with a warm mug literally all day. 

And this weekend is b-u-s-y. Not filled with too much that’s not fun, it’s just a lot of stuff for my personal preference. Tonight I have a spouse group thing. Tomorrow we told the kids we’d take them to Trolls - it’s the free afternoon movie on base and then I have a facetime date with Js (it was supposed to be last night but she had to reschedule). Sunday I have mass, then a Sam’s Club trip with Jn which she needs but I could go another week for so I’d rather go next weekend, then bringing dinner to a family that just had a baby. And Monday my husband has a 12+ hour day because he’s got briefings in the morning and then scheduled for basically closing the squadron - supervising all the planes getting landed and put away & filing the day’s paperwork. 

I just feel like weekends go so fast even when we have nothing planned that I don’t like to do too many things. Because when they’re scheduled full it’s even faster and I already start the next week #OverIt. 

I don’t particularly want to settle in NW Ohio or Central Kansas for the perks (lolz) but damnit I would sell body parts on the black market to have a reliable access to family on the reg. 

Like my parents are retiring this year. They’ve worked out a tiered involvement/selling off their business and they’re done in the spring. I could just be like yo take the kids to the zoo and shit today I’m done. And they’d be like sure thing dude. 

Originally posted by laissetumbl

virtual-em-kay  asked:

If you're still taking asks, I'm curious, what are some of your favourite literary quotes?

well right now i’m really feeling Dylan Thomas:

Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

and also Yeats

Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere  
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst  
Are full of passionate intensity.

Ginsburg

Moloch the incomprehensible prison! Moloch the crossbone soulless jailhouse and Congress of sorrows! Moloch whose buildings are judgment! Moloch the vast stone of war! Moloch the stunned governments!

Eliot

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water. Only
There is shadow under this red rock,
(Come in under the shadow of this red rock),
And I will show you something different from either
Your shadow at morning striding behind you
Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;
I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

Sleepover Thursday