hold on to the memories

Happy Birthday Haruno-Uzumaki Sakura!

You may be wonder, “Who is Haruno-Uzumaki Sakura”? She is:

  • Head of the Konoha Medical Facilities, but also manages medicine and research in the other villages in alliance with Konoha
  • Lead the effort along with Naruto and Sasuke in ending training children to be shinobi assassins for their physical and mental health
  • A proud mother with high expectations for her children, but also values their freedom and desires
  • A war hero celebrated and acknowledged for her efforts in keeping their numbers from dwindling due to death and injuries
  • Has many non-shinobi clan admirers who have confidence that they can also become powerful with enough training and discipline without special hereditary abilities
  • And lastly, she has a husband named Uzumaki Naruto whose name she uses sometimes.

Today, we wish our Sakura a happy birthday. And of course, we will hold the memory of what she could have been in our hearts and will make sure Haruno-Uzumaki Sakura lives on through our content.

A first-generation Cuban, I grew up feeling that my family had been Cuban for generations. Some years ago, a Cuban friend of mine, upon meeting my mother, asked me about her accent. “What accent?” I asked in surprise. Sure, I had grown up with stuffed grape leaves alongside plátanos chatinos, but our soul had never been anything but Cuban. My mother, like my father, was a Sephardi Jew from Turkey. She was so “Cuban” in my eyes that it had never occurred to me that she spoke Spanish with an accent.

Of a Sephardi family, she had come to Cuba when she was around ten and had adopted Cuba as her homeland. Likewise, my father had come to Cuba during World War I and had become totally “Cubanized.” Rarely did my parents speak of Turkey, for it didn’t hold fond memories for them. Although Turkey had been home to Sephardi Jews for centuries, it had never been a welcoming place for them. A resolution to survive compelled my father and my uncle to leave Turkey at the start of World War I. The Turks had been known to place young Jewish men in the front lines, and my father and uncle were not prepared to die. They set out on a ship for the United States, but at its long stopover in La Habana, they had so fallen in love with the friendly people, the beauty, the warmth, and the similarity of Spanish to Ladino that they had decided to make Cuba their home.

As my father passed through the immigration line, he even gained the “Cubanized” last name of “Levis.” Apparently, the immigration officer had not been able to read his papers clearly and had mistaken the name “Levy” for “Levis”; this was only the symbolic beginning of my father’s attachment to Cuba. For my mother’s family, it had also been a question of survival. Opportunities for jobs and business had not been rampant for the Jews, and so my maternal grandfather had set out for Cuba with dreams of financial success. When he had saved enough money, he sent for his family. And so, the Cuban roots for both my parents had been planted….

—  “My Cuban Story,” Ester Levis Levine, in Taking Root (2002)

calfoo333  asked:

I've been looking for a steter fic but I dont know the title. I remember stiles has an accident where he is dropped of a balcony b/c criminals were trying to get revenge on the sherriff and now he has lots of scars and metal holding him together. they move to beacon hills to get away from the memories & he meets the Hale family (all of them are alive) & they treat him normally cuz they're used to peters scars and eventually they turn him. do you happen to know this fic? Thanks!!!

This one is Sanctuary by DiscontentedWinter.

o child, full of greed

was it really you who deserved to be alive

at the end?

when you stand before the mirror, do you

still hold your head high?

can you hear the memories calling from within

o child, full of greed

is this really what you dreamed?

I have two theories.

1-She is holding the ring that Killian gave her (Liam’s ring) and it’s glowing because she put a locating spell in it or maybe for other reason that obviously has to be with Killian, maybe a signal or idk. She looks more worried than sad.
Jmo said that Emma is going to know something isn’t right, and that’s what I think she will do something to find him.

2-She is holding the dreamcatcher because she wants to remover her memories of him.

If you have other theories, you can share it.

I know I bring it up a lot, but the first day we hung out together was so beautiful and so special it holds the dearest memory in my heart. I thank you for it,
It’s the first time it was careless and sweet, calm.
The first time I felt a genuine happiness running through my veins.
Every time I reminisce about it, I cry, I smile.
It brings me at ease.


“Well?” Lacy asked, a big smile on her face. “What do you think of our room now that it’s all set up?”

Shania looked around, catching a glimpse of the overly purple room. “It’s ok.”

“We can change it whenever you want. We can head down to some local store and buy some new curtains, or bed sheets. Oh! Posters too!”

“Once we’re settled in, we can do all of that. It feels homey enough.” It was better than her room at home. She had never retired the lacy pink bed spread and matching curtains. They were her mother’s and she cherished them. But now, she was an adult and couldn’t hold onto that forever. She could honor her mother’s memory without the outdated stuff. “Classes start Monday, right?”

“Yupp, but we have to go to orientation in a little bit. It’s in Sunset Hall, wherever that is,” Lacy replied.

“Is it the boring kind of orientation where they lecture us on what to expect from college? ‘It’s not like the movies!’ Blah, blah blah.”

“Maybe? Or maybe, it’s totally just a welcoming thing for students. Who knows?”

“Guess we’ll find out then.” 


“You know, you don’t have to do this right now. It can wait, if you’re not ready.”

“It’s ok… Thanks for coming with me.”

Docks: Holding Area - in which many feels were had. These two tho, amirite??

Thank you for not letting go of me when you had the chance. Thank you for holding on to all the memories and for seeing through me for who I really am. Thank you for being you and always being there for me. Thank you for everything.
—  Poets Love Her
You chose her. You married her. You have a kid with her. So why is it when you’re lying in bed awake at 3:00 am I’m the one you call. Why is it that when you’ve had a rough day my number is the first you dial just waiting for me to say “Hi Prince.” You left me for her so why is it that you still have my pictures saved and even after 5 years of being apart you’ve still managed to hold on to them. You’re with her so why is it that every year on my birthday at 12:00 am you’re the first to say “Happy Birthday.” You’re married to her so why is it that when we both walk past you, your eyes linger on me. Why did you choose her if you love me?

Excerpts from the book I’ll never write #350


8:10 pm

Isn’t it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards? The thoughts you loved to think about, the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle–it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box, far from the light of day and throw away the key. It’s not an act of bitterness. It’s an act if self-preservation. It’s not always a bad idea to stay behind the window and look out at life instead, is it?
—  Ally Condie
I don’t remember our last kiss. I wish I did. I wish I could remember the last time we held hands..but I can’t remember that either. That’s the sad part about “last” things. You never know when it’s the last time.
—  k.r.b.// this must be what losing someone feels like

I see it.

I see us getting married, moving in together, cuddling on the couch, waking up to the good morning kisses, having arguments, making up after, cooking our favorite foods, smiling for no reason, annoying each other when we’re bored, having the cutest little babies, watching them grow up, never leaving each other’s side.

I see us together.