for every lonely heart

George Harrison, 1987, at the time of the 20th anniversary of Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band. Photo © unknown.

George’s comments on the album: here.

Q: “Is love all you need?”
George Harrison: “Yes. Absolutely.”

George’s interview for the documentary It Was 20 Years Ago Today was previously available on YouTube, although (unless it’s only due to regional restrictions) it doesn’t appear to be online anymore, unfortunately.

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[request prompt: Can you do a Peter x Reader where he chooses Michelle over you and then the reader ends up dying/getting hurt and he feels terrible for it and regrets his decision (I love michelle I just need angst! lol)]

inspired by {{stall me}} by panic! at the disco ♡ ♡ ♡

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Uncharted Waters - Jonerys Oneshot

Hey guys, just a new piece I wrote. I hope you like it!

Genre: Drama / Romance. Rated: T. Chapter: 1/1. Also on: Fanfiction.net

Set after 7x04. Daenerys finally agreed to help Jon in the fight against the White Walkers. They travel north by ship and should concentrate on the task ahead. But somehow they can’t stop thinking about each other …


Jon was tired. Not in the way you could make up for with a nice bath and a long rest but in a different way. His bones ached, yes, but his mind and his heart did too. He was tired of fighting and being strong. In his heart was a deep longing for happiness and peace but he didn’t know how to reach it. His head was filled with strategies, battle techniques and a repetitive image of the Night King and his ice cold eyes. He would die in the war against him, Jon was sure of it. So the only way left for him to get his happiness and peace would be in death.

It was past midnight and he sat at a table in the belly of the ship that would carry him back north. He had already discarded his armor and was sitting there in nothing but his pants and his tunic. He felt the waves crashing against it and heard the groan of the wood as he studied the drink standing before him. Strong alcohol Tyrion recommended. Surely the liquid would make his throat burn and let him forget some of his problems for the night. But he couldn’t convince himself to drink it. He had never been particularly fond of alcohol and especially in a time like this he liked to keep his mind sharp.

But in his mind all the strategies, techniques and ice cold eyes merged to one never ending sequence of images, one which he was forced to think about at day and dream of at night. But underneath it crept one soft one. At first it had been just eyes. Not ice cold ones like the Night Kings but a pair of violet eyes, which were kind but also strong. Then lips, so soft that he yearned to touch them. And they could shape a smile so bright that, for a moment, it was capable to illuminate all the darkness in his heart. And then hair, a veil of silver hair, that would surely feel like silk in his hands. It all came together to form one perfect image of the woman, -the queen he corrected himself, who lay in her cabin just a few rooms distance from him.

There were so many things in his life that he didn’t see coming. His death for starters, his resurrection, his coronation as King in the North. But of all these things she was the one he didn’t see coming at all. All his dreams about love shattered to pieces the moment Ygritte died in his arms. But here he was, so trapped in the dark, that he nearly forgot that there was something like love in the world.

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counted all my mistakes and there’s only one standing out from the list of the things i’ve done all the rest of my crimes don’t come clOoSE to the look on your face when i let you go so i built you a house from a broken home and i wrote you a song with the words you spoke yeah it took me some time but i figurED oUT HOW TO FIX UP A HEART THAT I LET DOWN!!! now i’m searching every lonely placE every corner calling out your namE trying to find ya but i just don’t knooooOOoooooow where do broken hearts go!!!! where do broken hearts go!!! yeah the taste of your lips on the tip of my tongue is at the top of the list of the things i wanT mind is running in circles of yoU and mEE anyone in between is the enemyy shadows come with the pain that you’re running from love was something you’ve never heArd enough yeah it took me some tiME but i figured IT’S A ROLLING STONE!!! RONNIE WOOOOOD!!!! now i’m searching every lonely place!!!!!! every corner calling our your namE!!!!! trying to find ya but i just don’t knoOOOOOOOOW!!!!!! where do broken hearts go!!!!!!!! are you sleeping baby by yourself??? or are you giving it to someone elSE???? tryin to find you but i just don’t knoooow WHERE DO BROKEN HEARTS GO where do broken hearts go TELL ME NOW! TELL ME NOW! WHERE DO YOU GO WHEN YOU FEEL AFRAAAAAAAID!! (where do broken hearts go) TELL ME NOW! TELL ME NOW! WILL YOU EVER LOVE ME AGAAAAIN!! LOVE ME AGAAAAAAAIN!!!!!!!!!!!! [grinding on a rolling stone interlude] now i’m searching every lonely place every corner calling out your naaaame trying to find ya but i just don’t knooooOooOoooooOW WHERE DO BROKEN HEARTS GO!!!!!!!!!!! are you sleeping baby by yourself or are you giving it to someone elsE tryin to find you but i just don’t knoOOoooW where do broken hearts go!!!!!!!!!! tell me where you’re hiding out!!!!!!!!!!!! (where do broken hearts go) come on babY cause i need ya noOW OW! (where do broken hearts go) tell me cause i’m ten feet down!! (where do broken hearts go) come on baby come and get me oout!!! come on baby come and get me oooout!! come on baby cause i need you nooooooow WHERE DO BROKEN HEARTS GO where do broken hearts go where do broken hearts go where do broken hearts go

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‘Get lost!’
‘You’re the one who asked me to do it in the first place! What is it? What are you saying I can’t do?!’

This is what the lonely gets you:
nights spent trying to look anywhere
but at yourself, because then
you’ll have to admit that it isn’t
the mirror
that’s broken.
All this crying alone in an empty apartment
won’t teach you how to say the word “love”
when you feel it, just like it won’t
help you let go of the ones
who make your skin crawl just to talk to
except you don’t want to hurt them.
(You can never bring yourself to hurt anybody.
It is your best and worst quality.
You keep on hurting yourself.)
This is what the lonely gives you:
shaky hands and a shakier heart,
second guessing every good thing
you ever got.
—  LONELY POET IN AN EMPTY HOUSE by Ashe Vernon

Some would call it dark; they view it with eyes unable to see the light shinning from each gem and nevermore silent forge.

Some would name the statues and many pillars decorated with royal emblems ostentatious; they do not recognise the obvious, that each hammer stroke was out of remembrance.

Some would call it lonely; they have never witnessed the loyalty which fills every dwarven heart, nor the passion with which they craft.

They are unable to understand those who call the mountain kingdom of Erebor home.

—  Bilbo Baggins on the lonely mountain of Erebor
The Art of Remembering (11/?)

Summary:  Killian hasn’t seen Emma in months, not since she ran off in the middle of the night. But when he receives a call from the hospital informing him that she’s been in an accident he rushes to be by her side. Nervous and anxious to see her again he’s not sure what to expect—but he definitely doesn’t anticipate that upon waking she would have no idea who he is. Modern au

Rating: T

Also on: ff.net, ao3

Catch up: first chapter, previous chapter

a/n: Reminder that full italic sections are memories, also know that not every memory is going to be addressed/acknowledged by Emma in present time. But know that they are things she’s remembering and is therefore directly affected what she’s thinking, how she’s feeling, her decisions, who she is in general etc. As always thank you so much for reading! I love hearing what you think!


“This is silly,” Emma laughs as she walks backwards. Killian stands in front of her, his hands on her shoulders as he leads her through some nonexistent forest path. He’d been excited about this surprise all day, which is why she’d eagerly played along when he asked her to turn around. “Why can’t I just close my eyes?”

“Because you’ll peek,” he smirks, his eyes alight with playfulness.

Emma’s mouth drops open as she pretends to be affronted. “I will not!”

Killian’s eyebrow arches high as if to say he knows better, and she rolls her eyes a little, loving every second of this little game of theirs. “Fine…I might. But what about a blindfold? That’s got to be easier than what we’re doing now.”

Killian shakes his head chuckling. “You’d find a way to look.”

“You just think doing it this way is more amusing.”

He smirks again. “Perhaps.”

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People will tell you it’s time to move on. They will tell you you’re better off now or there’s no need look back. They will tell you it’s time to go on with your life and find new things and new people to fill up your time. But the truth is, you can try to fill the empty spaces in our lives with other things, and make sure your schedule stays as busy as possible so you don’t have to think about things, but there is only one thing that will truly fill your heart completely: the love of Jesus. Yes, we should look ahead and yes, we should seek to keep on living after loss, but we cannot do it without Jesus. We can’t do it with Him filling that void.

There is no coincidence that God put us here on this earth with other people. We were meant to have community, family and relationships. There is nothing wrong with being blessed by who God has put in our lives. So therefore, when someone who used to be there everyday is no longer there, it hurts. And whether they passed away, moved away, or there’s now a physical or emotional distance between you and them, it is not strange to God that you feel the pain of that lost. He sees and knows about all of it and He loves you through it, which is why He sent Jesus to fill that void. He sent Jesus to fill every dark corner of your lonely heart without His marvelous light.

We must take comfort in this. It’s hard to lose what matters to us, no matter how big or small or how long ago it was. If you’ve ever lost a loved one, you know that it doesn’t matter how many years past, we still feel it that they aren’t here. That feeling is real. But Jesus’ love for you is also real, and it’s the only thing that fills every void that infiltrates the human heart.

May our Lord Jesus Christ himself and God our Father, who loved us and by his grace gave us eternal encouragement and good hope, encourage your hearts and strengthen you in every good deed and word. -2 Thessalonians‬ ‭2:16-17‬

Written by @morganhnichols for #TheDevoCo

i fall in love with every home i meet. my heart can’t sit still. like a lonely girl dreaming up love stories for a stranger on a train, i weave imaginary lives through unfamiliar streets

visions take me. here is where i would buy midnight groceries. the cashier would know my addiction to strawberry popsicles and strong ginger ale. here is where i would lose myself on a saturday afternoon. this is my apartment. it’s small, but i have enough room to grow herbs on the balcony: parsley, rosemary, and thyme. i would adopt a stray cat. 

here is where i would fall in love with life again. there are trees strong enough to climb and marigolds growing by the sidewalk–that’s how you know. my favorite cafe brews extra strong coffee. strangers learn my name and i try to remember theirs. 

these are the windows i would grow tired of walking by. here is where i would grow restless, dream of somewhere else. this is where i would say goodbye

all that is new is paradise

Okay, let’s talk about Azriel’s heart a little. I honestly believe that Azriel knew about Morrigan’s relationship with the mortal queen, c'mon, he is a spymaster, his work is know this type of things. I also think that he had known many of her relationships, both with men and women, and he just supposed it wasn’t serious, that it was an one night stand, just like Cassian’s, until he saw her with Andromache.

And I was thinking about it, in my way to college, when I remembered a song that fit perfectly. Let me share with you some (many) parts of it:

Feeling used
But I’m still missing you
And I can’t
See the end of this
Just wanna feel your kiss
Against my lips

And now all this time
Is passing by
But I still can’t seem to tell you why
It hurts me every time I see you
Realize how much I need you

I hate you, I love you
I hate that I love you
Don’t want to, but I can’t put
Nobody else above you

I hate you, I love you
I hate that I want you
You want her, you need her
And I’ll never be her

And there’s more:

Friends can break your heart too
And I’m always tired but never of you

And more:

You ever wonder what we could’ve been?
You said you wouldn’t and you fucking did
Lie to me, lie with me, get your fucking fix

[ … ]

Always missing people that I shouldn’t be missing
Sometimes you gotta burn some bridges just create some distance
I know that I control my thoughts and I should stop reminiscing
But I learned from my dad friends that it’s good to have feelings
When love and trust are gone
I guess this is moving on
Everyone I do right does me wrong
So every lonely night, I sing this song

And if your heart isn’t broken yet, here goes the major blow:

All alone I watch you watch her
Like she’s the only you’ve ever seen
You don’t care, you never did
You don’t give a damn about me
Yeah, all alone I watch you watch her
She’s the only thing you’ve ever seen
How is it you never notice
That you are slowly killing me?

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“Because every time you see them happy, you remember how sad they’re going to be, and it breaks your heart. Because what’s the point in them being happy now, if they’re going to be sad later? The answer is of course, because they are going to be sad later.”

angry-slice-of-pi  asked:

Your thoughts on In a Heartbeat?

I personally have never watched it, and I most likely never will.

I know I’ve spoken about my beliefs regarding the LGBT community before, which last time resulted in an inbox full of hateful anon messages labeling me a sick homophobe who shouldn’t have the right to live. It’s true, I don’t agree with homosexuality; but that doesn’t mean I’m against people or any better than my gay friends. The intense focus on the LGBT community in our society is something that, as a Christian, I have thought deeply about. Here is a (hopefully) brief explanation of what I think on this matter:
I don’t believe that all there is to life is sex and all there is to a person’s identity is who they have sex with. I believe in the greater purpose and worth of individuals as created beings of an intelligent and intentional Creator. Because of that, I bear no ill will toward the LGBT community; I see it more as an issue of the heart.
The generation of millennials (of which I am apart of) have forgotten who they are; they’ve forgotten their worth. They’ve traded their true identity as a beloved masterpiece for meaningless, broken substitutes. They try to find worth and individuality in their image, in their sexuality, in their significant other, in their mental illness, in their gender, in their status, in their Tumblr following. But all these things are fleating and imperfect. Everything is a plea for validation, holding out an empty cup so that others might fill it. The problem arises when you realize that everyone else is holding out the same empty cups, which eventually results in there being no more love to give. And that is when our society spirals into a pit of depression and discontentment, where people cling to these ideas of who they believe they are and lash out if you even dare point out a fault in their “identity.” But what becomes of your image when you are dead? How can your BF/GF fill the void in your heart when they are looking to you to fill theirs? How can sex bring you any satisfaction when all it brings is a momentary pleasure that only makes you want more?

I believe people were created with the purpose of a relationship with their Maker. A Maker who is perfect and good and loving in every way, and who can satisfy every void that’s in an imperfect, lonely heart. It’s not validation; it’s not worldly pleasure. It’s a river of grace and peace and joy that is eternal, infinite, boundless, and extravagantly generous. It’s what we were meant for, and it’s the only thing that can satisfy the void in our heart and fill our empty cup until it’s overflowing. And I realize that many will not agree with me on this, and quite a few will probably scoff at me for saying so, maybe send a few more hateful messages my way. But I don’t care. My cup was filled a long time ago with a waterfall. I only hope that others can find the same contentment that I did once I turned away from chasing a meaningless identity.

That was probably different than what you were expecting, but I hope that answered your question! Love ya hun ❤️

Searching for Alec

Lovely pensfan8714 prompted me to write a one-shot in which Alec gets captured and Magnus and the squad go looking for him. 

Thank you for the prompt, darling, sorry if this didn’t turn out the way you wanted it to :P

And sorry for giving you the feelz, guys. I’m just a sucker for angst.




As the full moon illuminated the streets, a dark figure could be seen standing on the edge of Magnus Bane’s roof.

Blue sparks dancing on his fingertips, Magnus set his jaw and looked up, not seeing the stars but rather the face of a certain blue-eyed shadowhunter.

While he was standing there, the memory from a few nights ago replayed in his mind – Alec, falling backwards into the void from this exact spot.

Once again sensing all the fear and pain caused by almost losing Alec, Magnus shivered.

No. He wouldn’t let that happen again.

Magnus recognized the stinging feeling in his eyes so he shut them to prevent the tears from escaping.

This wasn’t a time for crying.

Stretching his fingers, Magnus whispered a few words and formed a portal with one swift movement of his hand.

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