dug deeper

By the time I was sixteen, I’d beaten myself down to
a pulp. The smallest nesting doll. Suddenly, I was the
wolf of my own story. You could have stuck me at the
bottom of a well, with nowhere to go but up, and I
would have dug myself down deeper. No matter how
hard the light tried to crack through, I always came
bearing tape to seal it back up. I kept dipping razors
in blood because my hands weren’t working to make
anything worthwhile. It’s been five years since I tried
to extinguish my own flame. Now, my hands are less
chokehold and more lavender bushel. I touch every
thing like it’s the first time. Like I don’t know if I’ll
ever get to again. I write more love poems than death
wishes. Some days I still find myself howling from a
familiar ache, so maybe I’ll always have a wolf girl’s
heart, but now it’s a little more domesticated. Maybe
I’m living proof that you can teach an old dog new
tricks. Where I used to bare teeth, now I just roll
over, settle myself down. We’re still working on 
learning how to stay when the cold blows through.
If you put me at the bottom of a well, I’d know how
to break myself out before you even got the chance
to fill it with water.
—  FIVE YEARS LATER, angelea l.
Thatcher, Redbeard, a series of dreadful events, and the love that have yet to speak its name.

Someday the true story may be told – for those of us that have recognized and believed in the romance between Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, Sherlock has been the adaptation many of us wanted to see it happen. S4 was difficult – I didn’t think it possible to experience grief and loss because of a tv show, yet there I was, sad, disappointed, and moping for weeks. But after going back and reading some ACD canon as a form of therapy, I realized just how much I still love Sherlock. I can’t explain it, it is… what it is. So I watched S4 again quite a few times the last week or so. And guess what? I am here to tell you in all seriousness – love conquers all may still be on its way after all.

We already know the surface narrative of S4: Mary died saving Sherlock, Eurus, the long-lost third Holmes sibling killed Redbeard aka Victor aka Sherlock’s childhood best friend out of jealousy, and was the mastermind behind everything Moriarty ever did. After enduring the Sherrindford Experiment™, Sherlock solved Eurus’ riddles and saved John’s life; Baker Street Boys were back at 221B solving crimes as they always do, with some parenting on the side. The end.

My conclusion after tearing through layers of allusions? Mary probably didn’t die (I can’t make up my mind about this… for now); there was definitely no baby. It was all Mycroft’s fault, Eurus the east wind was a story he made up to conceal Lady Elizabeth Smallwood’s slaughterhouse, where Redbeard came into being and became Sherlock’s Reichenbach cauldron. Sherlock and John finally recognized the hurt, grief, and loss they both endured as a couple since TRF; but for now, they were back in the glass closet, the love they shared remained unspoken – until/if the lost special can be found. The end.

Don’t believe me? Let’s begin with Thatcher because so much of S4 revolves around the darkest moments in the UK during her time as the prime minister. Before I begin, please note that you’ll have to see beyond the suggested time and space presented on screen as the surface narrative unfolds, and instead try and think about allegory and allusion. Yeah, kinda like reading ACD canon, but a bit more difficult – let’s face it, visual media is just as capable of inspiring as deceit as we all know intimately by now.

Ready? Fair warning – this is the longest and saddest meta I’ve ever written, and it’s only the tip of an iceberg. Please be patience and try reading to the end, I promise it’ll be worth your time.

The scene that broke everything wide open for me was the exchange between Mycroft and Lady Smallwood:

Lady Smallwood. Alicia this time. PM – as in prime minister? Nope. Because earlier:

Why use an acronym, then? PM as in night? Darkness? Shadow?

A secret then. What did Mycroft reveal as he removed Alicia Smallwood’s card?

Oh and look what Eurus said in the scene right after:

The other one – Lady Elizabeth Smallwood. Lady…… Sherrinford? 

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Quick doodle on my tablet. please don’t imagine Ventress getting all beat up with nasty scars and having a rough time of life after losing her clan. Please don’t imagine her running into Obi-wan and him being genuinely kind to her (after all, they aren’t enemies anymore and Obi-wan has demonstrated before that he doesn’t pick fights with people who aren’t his enemies)–something she hasn’t experienced in a long time.  Please don’t think about this lonely person, worn out by the hardness of life, loss, and abandonment, tearing up and then all out breaking down in sobs.  Please don’t think about Obi-wan tentatively laying a hand on her shoulder and then pulling her inter a hug, feeling her pain and loss.  Please don’t imagine that pain getting to him and overwhelming him as he is reminded of his own loss of Satine and all of that pain that he’s been bottling up for weeks.  Please don’t imagine them standing there just weeping together for several moments, feeling one another’s pain in the force.  Please don’t imagine the moment when Obi-wan realizes just how tightly he has been holding her–and her him.  Please don’t imagine the hurt Asajj feels as he pulls away awkwardly or the pain and confusion in her eyes at what she perceives as just another rejection to add to her pile of hurt.  Please don’t imagine them parting ways, confused and sad.  Please don’t imagine them both thinking about that embrace for months and years to come.  Please don’t do that to yourself.

Edit: Oops…I drew another thing.

FIVE THINGS ROMEO COULD HAVE DONE UPON LEARNING ABOUT JULIET:

i.) Love her even if he believed she was gone and spend time hurting because she deserves it. Being so unwilling to live on an Earth, deprived of his love, he didn’t give her the chance to prove that even in her absence, she has a place in his heart.  

ii.) Plaster missing persons signs around, showing just the crook of her neck, or the curve of her ear, or the one rough patch of her palm that knew enough about roses and thorns to love him– disperse a puzzle across the city so that he’ll know he won’t be alone in thinking about her.

iii.) Search for his favorite parts of their love. He could have dug deeper, pulled obscurities out from the dirt, bring back to life that which would have otherwise died with her. Say, hey this is where Juliet and I first bared ourselves to the moon, at least there is a heavenly body out there who won’t forget us.

iv.) Give it time to heal. If he had just waited, maybe he would have realized that she left behind more love than scar, more hope than injury, more life than he could have known to exist after losing her.

v.) Stay for what remained. Reap blessings from eternity as gentle memories of her dotted the air. Find reason to make amends with the Capulets. Never stop living under the light of her name because she had enough purity to outrun death, even if her body did not. He could have loved her as more than a ghost. And maybe she would have come back to him.
—  FIVE THINGS ROMEO COULD HAVE DONE UPON LEARNING ABOUT JULIET
Congratulations || Soulmate!Seungcheol [III]

Originally posted by seungcheofine

GENRE: fluff, extreme fluff, prepare your hearts for ultimate cheese, soulmate!au, non-famous, hubby!scoups?

WORDS: 4490

PARTS: I | II | III

BLURB: A boy, a girl, and the moments between them.


“What if she doesn’t like me?”

“What? Why would you think that? She’s gonna love you!” You tugged his hand, pulling him towards the front door.

He dug his feet deeper into the ground. “Or… She could hate me and we would never live happily ever after because she wouldn’t let me marry you and we’ll be like Romeo and Juliet, in love but apart and then we’ll die–”

You placed a long, deep kiss on his lips and he shut up immediately.

“Seungcheol, you’re a charming, handsome, kind-hearted man and everything a mother could ask for in her future son-in-law. She’s going to love you, okay?”

His eyes dropped to his feet, playing with your fingers nervously. “You really think so?”

“I know so.” Then you gave him another peck and pulled him through the front door. “Mom, I’m home!”

There wasn’t a sound for a while.

“Mom?” you called again.

“Looks like nobody’s home, I’ll come back when she’s here, I’ll just leave your bag over here then–” You pulled him back and gestured for him to keep quiet.

The car was in the driveway; she was definitely home.

“Mom? Is everything okay?”

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“Your vision and resolve knows no boundaries, extending beyond the music.  Inspired and propelled by the great ones.  Everything and anything has been probable and often possible in your work. Always free from the chains of repetition and mediocrity.  The challenge for me was how to complement your whirlwind contrasts.  So many radical twists and turns with such colorful complimentary construction – always pushing the limits from comfort of the bosom to the naked raw edge.  You dug deep and deeper, driven by emotion, art, and literature towards the one light of invention and excitement.  On the first day we met, I realized the breadth of influence.  The ideas we exchanged were vast.  From William Blake to Skip James, from Kaleidoscope to Christina Rosetti, from Otis Rush to Dylan Thomas.  To make music inspired by these influences, you created music from beyond music.   Our travels through India, Thailand and Morocco in the early 70s brought shared experiences mirrored in some of the most illuminating and intensively inventive guitar performances of our genre. Your delivery and poise mirrored and extended the visceral experiences from the physical to the musical form.  The limitless creations you shared with John Paul and Bonzo remain unequalled.  I was always amazed that I could find lyric and melody to compliment the roaring Achilles Last Stand or the caressingly beautiful muse that is The Rain Song. Just examples of the contrasts we experienced. The terrain – often bleak, sometimes remote and sometimes in most in love – has been spectacular.  Best wishes to you and congratulations tonight.” – transcript of Robert Plant’s tribute to Jimmy Page upon receiving the Living Legend Award, Classic Rock Roll of Honour 2007.

Nightmare

(M and T-requested by Anonymous)

You were being strangled in your dream, lined by some unknown offender as their fat thick fingers dug deeper into your throat as their nails grew into talons. And drool dripped from their mouth and felt like a iced as it burned away the flesh in your face.
You screamed but no sound came out as you couldn’t move, couldn’t think, your mind was mush as everything started to turn back when you heard…

Ruki

“Livestock! (Y/n)!” As your eyes suddenly open, Ruki was above you, and your throat burned like hellfire had seared it.
“I heard you scream, and when I came you were thrashing and choking yourself.” He said worried, his voice winded as if he had been breaking hard in panic.
Pulling you up to him, as he inspected your throat which had started to bruise as you trembled. As the he started to softly kiss the bruises that were starting to form.
“Livestock what happened?” He questioned as you just shook your head and wrapped your arms around him, while burying your face into his chest
“J-just s-stay wi-with me.” You stuttered as your ragged breath started to turn into soft gasp.
Ruki nodded as he laid down with you, intertwining himself with your body as the two of you became comfortable. And within the crazy and panic the two of you drifted off to sleep.

Kou

“M-neko-chan?!” He pulled goth hands off from your throat as he used his body to still you own trashing one.
“Kou!” You exclaimed as you eyes opened and you wrapped your arms around his neck as you hurried your face into the crook of his neck.
Tears splashing over his bare skin as you took comfort in his cold, hard and familiar chest.
“Someone was trying to k-kill me.” You sobbed as your body was racked with sobs.
“Anyone who tried will be ripped apart by me personally.” Kou growled lowly as he held you possessively.
The words were comforting, as he laid down and pulled you down with him. And with you laying on top of him as he rubbed his hand up your back and cupped the back of your neck. As he moved his other hand lower till he had a grip on your thigh as he pulled your leg up slightly and the two of you melted into each other as Kou softly sang you to sleep.

Yuma

It was the sound of his fist colliding into the wall behind your bed that you heard that snaps of you away. As you bolted out of bed screaming blood murder, screaming out Yuma’s name.
Right away the moment you saw your giant boyfriend standing by your bed side. His fist clenched as well as his jaw while his eyes were wide with worry. You wrapped your arms around him ignoring everything else.
“Who the hell did this to ya neck?” He growled as the burning of your neck hit you as you took in ragged breaths.
“What?” You asked confused as you let go of him and moved back to touch your neck,
“Ya neck is bruised!” He growled as he looked around for whoever the offender was.
“No one was in here…I must have done it to myself.” You admitted as you remembered past accidents. “It used to happen often when I was a child, I wasn’t able to sleep alone because I had to be with someone so I didn’t kill myself on accident.” You told him, while Yuma picked you up with one arm and held you to himself.
“That’s it ya sleeping in my room from now on no complaints.” He grumbled as he walked to his room scared that if he teleported it would take too much out of you.
Climbing into bed with you as he snuggled you like you were his teddy bear, your arms held down by his thick and heavily bulky ones. As the two of you drifted off.

Azusa

When you open your eyes Azusa was holding onto you, and tears were seeping into your nightgown.
“A-Azusa what’s wrong?” You rasped as you tried to take in gulps of air greedily.
“You…were trying…to kill…yourself what’s wrong?” Azusa whimpered softly, “Why would…your try to leave me?” Pulling away you kissed away his tears,
“I was just having a nightmare. I never would want to leave you.” You whispered hoarsely, “I-I was so scared Azusa, thank you for waking me up…will you stay with me?” You questioned as you blushed.
“Of course…Eve.” He said as he pulled you down with himself, pulling you on top of him as softly kissed the bruise that was starting to form, from when you hand your hands wrapped around your throat. Before he softly nipped at your soft spot with his fangs, softly you whimpered as his fangs sunk slowly into your bruised neck.
You heard Azusa soft moans as your blood filled his mouth, as everything around you grew hazy.
Pulled away Azusa snuggled with you as nuzzled his head into the crook of your neck as the two of you fell asleep wrapped tightly around one another.

Carla

“Pet wake up pet.” You heard Carla’s deep voice as you woke up and you were in his arms, cradled like a child. As your head rested against his chest, as he rocked you back and forth.
“Carla?” You whimpered as your hand went to your throat and just as quickly he moved got hand back around.
“You were strangling yourself pet, your neck will be sore for a little while I sent a servant to bring you tea. He same kind my Mother would give to me when Shin and I would have a nightmare.” Just then the said servant walked in with a large cup of tea that they handed to you.
“Thank you Carla.” You whispered as you kissed him on his jaw before taking a small sip.
“Turn on the tv and hand me the remote, the two of us will be staying up for a while, cancel my meetings for the day I need to watch and observe my pet. So I can find out what possessed them to strangle themselves.”
After he servant did as told their walked out as Carla held you close as you finished your tea and he put on a romantic movie for the two of you to enjoy while you cuddled.

Shin

“(Y/n)?!” You body was being shook roughly as you stirred quickly, and the moment you saw him hovering over you. His eye wide with concern, as he took your hand in yours.
“You were hurting yourself.” Shin frowned as he kissed the palm of your hands.
“Please don’t hurt yourself.” He said softly as he blushed lightly. “Your trembling, come with me.” He said as he got off of you and off of the bed.
Standing up as he offered you his hand.
Taking his hand he pulled you out of bed and picked you up suddenly,
“Maybe I should carry you instead.” He smiled as he walked out onto the balcony with you and just held you, as the two of you watched the moon as it started to set, as the stars said goodbye and the tree danced with the wind.

How I found out about Jack

Okay, finding Jack has honestly been the best thing that has ever happened to me. I was having a really awful day because I found out I failed a major subject. So I was just scrolling through YouTube, bored af and on my recommended page was jack’s video for GMod: Prop Hunt. I was like “I’ve heard of Jack, but never actually watched one of his videos fully.” So, I pressed on it. After that, I dug deeper to find out more about him and I am honestly happy i did. Whenever I’m sad, pissed or just downright worried about something, Jack has always been there to chase all the negative emotions away and brighten up my life. 

Credit to the wonderful Problem that felt inspired enough to put out this fantastic writing!

“Dipper!” Bill roared, voice multitoned and incensed above the crackle of lightning and the roaring of the wind. In front of him Dipper shuddered, book still half open in his hands and symbols glowing down his body and around the forest. The demon was disappearing, his humanized body being ripped apart block by block and vanishing in screams of light that flashed too bright and too loud and felt so utterly wrong that Dipper wanted to throw up. “What did you do?!” The demon screeched hand clawing towards him. It grabbed the teen’s throat and claws dug into his skin. Dipper cried out in pain, the sound wet and choked, book falling as his finger’s tugged uselessly at Bill’s hand.

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i hug you a little tighter, i talk with you a bit more, my eyes follow you a little more frequent, i make time with you more than with others, i hold your hands most of the time, my skin lingers for your touch a little more, and i cant seem to hesitate to choose you first before anyone else. friends dont think about each other ‘a little bit more’, but you seem to be in my mind before i go to sleep, after i wake up, and everything in between. friends do love each other, but you seem to dug deeper in my heart.
—  ‘just friends’

anonymous asked:

I was doing some research on maybe getting into witchcraft and I stumbled across the phrase "craft witch." I'm an avid knitter and crocheter so I dug a little deeper and it's something that really appeals to me. I make a lot of gifts so it would be really nice to be able to work little spells/ charms of intent into them (for example for the baby I am making a blanket for to be safe and happy, for the guy I am making a scarf for to like me), do you know any good resources for that type of stuff?

I personally don’t, but it seems like you’ve already figured out what you wanna do so here’s a few tips on charming things.

How to Charge an object.

How to charm an object

How to enchant an object

-Luna

The first time I’ve heard of Joel Meyerowitz was when a band I listen to, Taking Back Sunday, used one of his famous photographs as cover art for their album. I then dug deeper into his career and was impressed by his work. I could relate to Meyerowitz because we both started photography the same way with a 35mm camera and a roll of black and white film. Of course he didn’t really have a choice for his time, but starting with film really shows the beauty of photography. Once color film came out, he quickly adopted it and never went back. Meyerowitz is famous for his street photography and landscape photography. Most of his street photographs are shot in his hometown of New York City, with the landscapes being in beach towns across the country. He is now an award-winning photographer whose work has appeared in over 300 museums. I decided to choose Mr. Meyerowitz because he specialized in street photography. I’ve always wanted to become better at taking candid shots of random strangers on the street. It’s not as easy as it looks, sometimes people get pretty mad when you take their picture. I try to ask people when I can, but for the most part I try not to because it then becomes more of a posed shot. I prefer not taking the subject out of their element, I want to be able to see them right there in that moment without artificiality. There are so many people in this world and they all have their own story and by capturing a shot of them can show just a small fraction of their story.

I really enjoyed this project because first it took me out of my comfort zone and made me try new things. Also using a smartphone for photography isn’t much different because I’m use to it. I always have my phone on me, and when my DSLR isn’t around my phone is there to get the shot. Using a smartphone is actually a great thing because you have a prime lens on it forcing you to move around, get on your knees, and try different angles to get the shot. It makes you think about your subject more and all the possibilities of how it can be seen. I think that Joel Meyerowitz’s style of street photography adapts really well to the smartphone. Considering his style is street photography and almost everyone in any given city has a smartphone on his or her person, it makes it easy to snap a candid shot of a passerby. Most people wont notice you taking a picture of them while using your smartphone, which makes it an advantage. There’s also a bunch of apps on your phone in which you can edit your photos professionally.  The smartphone is something most people have access to, and if wanting to pick up photography as a passion or job it shows that you don’t need a fancy camera to get a great photograph.

I spent so much time hating, criticising, being disappointed and feeling miserable with the person I was. I had dug myself deeper and deeper into a hole of regret and guilt about the distance between who I was and who I wanted to be. So deep I could no longer see the possibility that I could change. Now, I have finally reached a point where I am motivated to change. I am taking steps, no matter how tiny, towards the person I know I can be and it’s exciting. Part of me keeps trying to remind myself that i’m a fool and i will never change, but i’m getting much better at ignoring that and hopefully soon I will prove myself wrong.
The Game- Bad Boy Taehyung (part 6)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5 , Part 7

“What about you Y/N?” Taehyung asked smugly, a nasty smirk plastered on his face, his eyes burning with bitterness and resentment, as he pointed towards you with that damned bottle.

“That is none of your damn business brat.” You spat out at Taehyung. Had he not been completely inebriated, he would have heard the gentle tremble of your voice, the pain behind it, the embarrassment, and humiliation.

“Are you scared? Have you been with so many? Or is it you are a virgin?” He asked you, his slurred speech getting worse. Jimin put his hand on Taehyung’s shoulder, a weak attempt to stop him before he dug his hole deeper.

“Shut the fuck up Taehyung, before I shut you up.” Suga snarled at him, fully able to tell your discomfort, even though he was completely high by this point.

Taehyung glared at him, his hyung’s voice making the blood in his veins boil.

“I didn’t fucking ask you hyung. I asked her. How many men have you slept with?” He asked you again, his eyes burning into yours with a look so intense you felt yourself shrink in size just by looking at him.

“That is for me to know. I don’t have to tell you what I’ve done or haven’t done. You’re no one anyway. Why should I tell you anything?” You spat out, saying the right words to hurt him.

Taehyung’s eyes opened briefly, in shock, and perhaps pain too, but you were too pissed off to even care. How could he put you on the spotlight like that, in front of everyone else? Who the hell did he think he was anyway?

Your words cut him like knives, bringing him back to the reality he was trying to escape from. He was no one to you, he meant nothing. He was just a stranger you happened to share class with. Your voice, packed with poison stung at his open wounds. He felt his heart constrict in his chest, and the air leave his lungs suddenly, like someone had just punched him in the stomach.

“I knew it. You’re a slut.” He laughed bitterly. He regretted his words the moment he had said them, but there was no way to take them back once they had rolled off his tongue. Why couldn’t he act like a normal guy around you? What was it about you that made him so nervous?

You felt the tears immediately well up in your eyes the moment those words reached your ear. You felt as if you’d be stabbed in the heart repeatedly, with a blunt knife. The blade ripping at you, rather than leaving a clean cut. You felt your heart being torn and walked all over. This is why you didn’t trust men.

You watched Jin and Namjoon immediately turn to say something, but before they could open their mouths, you had already stood up, walked over to Taehyung, and slapped him across the face. The sound of your palm on his cheek resonated from the walls. A red print of your hand on his cheeks was visible almost straight away.

“You disgust me.” You growled, tears already dripping down your chin, as they rolled furiously from your eyes. Taehyung’s eyes opened widely, and his hand reached up to cover his cheek. He was shocked, he was hurt, but above all, he knew he deserved it.

“Y/N, I-“

“Save it Kim Taehyung. I’m not interested.” You composed yourself, wiping your tears with the back of your hand. You went over to grab your bag, and left, chased by Jin, Suga and Jimin.

You didn’t even look back, you didn’t care, you weren’t in the mood to talk to any of them.

“Y/N! Please stop running! Let me drive you back home!” Jin called out, waving his car keys up in the air. You stopped walking, and turned around, your face the perfect image of an emotionless marble statue.

“You’re drunk. No offence Jin, I really appreciate your offer, but I’d rather walk home and stay alive.” You replied as softly as you could. You’d never been a big fan of drinking and driving, to you it was an unconceivable sin.

“Well at least let one of us walk with you. You won’t be safe at this time of night.” Suga told you, his chest heaving with the troubled breaths of chasing after you. You looked at him, and you could see in his eyes that he genuinely cared for you. Not in the romantic, knight in shining armour kind of way, but in the “You see right through me, and I know you are in trouble right now, perhaps we can both be troubled souls who help each other out when we are in the darkest pits of pain” kind of way.

“You’re right hyung. I’ll walk with her.” Jimin told him a little suspiciously. You could see the way he was looking at Suga with suspicion. He didn’t trust Suga not to do anything to you. Why? You didn’t understand, but you weren’t in the mood to argue.

“Whatever.” You rolled your eyes, as you fixed your backpack on your shoulder, and began walking away. Jimin said something to Suga, who immediately backed off, and walked back to where the rest of them were.

“You aren’t here just to walk me home are you? You want to ask me stuff.” You affirmed, making him jump slightly in surprise.

“How did you know?” He asked, his face the cutest expression of shock you could find.

“I know things. I know the way you look at me.” You muttered, still looking directly ahead.

“Then I assume you already know I am going to ask why you don’t want to go home?” He asked you, stunning you for a moment. Your footsteps stopped completely.

You turned to look at him, the tears welling up in your eyes once again.

“How?”

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Cardcaptors au where Alluka/Nanika are cardcaptors. They have a sweet overprotective older brother, and he’s also overprotective of his boyfriend, who is nice to everyone and eats a lot 

These series are basically IDENTICAL right

why i fell in love with the signs
  • <p> <b><p></b> <b>Aries:</b> humour. i think we laughed harder together than we ever had apart.<p/><b>Taurus:</b> happiness. you were never completely happy but you were always satisfied.<p/><b>Gemini:</b> genuineness. nothing about you was fake, you just were scared to bare it all. you never lied to me.<p/><b>Cancer:</b> intelligence. you were quiet and you hid your feelings away, but if i dug deeper, you were a genius.<p/><b>Leo:</b> love. you loved everyone else so that you could feel better about loving yourself.<p/><b>Virgo:</b> naivete. you let everyone in and they were always too careful to ever make you regret it.<p/><b>Libra:</b> affection. you kissed every boy that cried and every girl that cursed.<p/><b>Scorpio:</b> popularity. everyone loved you and so did i but i was too scared of fitting in to tell you.<p/><b>Sagittarius:</b> openness. nobody was too weird or too loud or too annoying for you but you.<p/><b>Capricorn:</b> sarcasm. you were mean but you were never spiteful. you never hurt anyone.<p/><b>Aquarius:</b> words. i think where blood was suppose to be, poetry ran instead.<p/><b>Pisces:</b> maturity. you were edgy and you skipped class and you were gentle and you loved music i was frightened by.<p/></p><p/></p>

anonymous asked:

Honestly, you shouldn't be disappointed that Little Big Town didn't sing Better Man on the Grammys. It was known ahead of time that they were singing How Deep Is Your Love as part of a Bee Gees tribute with Demi, Tori and Andra. If all of you Taylor fans that only care about them because of Better Man dug a little deeper, you wouldn't have to be "disappointed."

fyi anon, I’ve liked Little Big Town since their song Pontoon like 4 years ago. So yes, I am disappointed that they didn’t sing one of their own songs for the biggest night in music