holding the human heart

One of the new professors at my school started a knitting club and will teach anyone who wants to learn but right now I’m the only other person in this entire school who knows how to knit. 

So now I have all these baby knitters wandering up to me in the hallways and between class and in the lab, wanting me to check their stitches and tension and wanting reassurance. 

Which is adorable but maybe not when I am literally holding a human heart in my hand? 


When Rhys …KSKJDNASJBFEUHT *can’t breathe*

“Three years ago,” he said quietly, “I began to have these…dreams. At first, they were glimpses, as if I were staring through someone else’s eyes. A cracking hearth in a dark home. A bale of hay in a barn. A warren of rabbits. The images were foggy, like looking through cloudy glass. They were brief - a flash here and there, every few months. I thought nothing of them, until one of the images was a hand…This beautiful, human hand. Holding a brush. Painting - flowers on a table.”

My heart stopped beating.”  (so did my brain and life. don’t worry Feyre)

A barn is a sanctuary in an unsettled world, a sheltered place where life’s true priorities are clear. When you take a step back, it’s not just about horses — it’s about love, life, and learning. We honor our horses for their brave hearts, courage and willingness to give. Indeed, horses have the hearts of warriors and often carry us into and out fields of personal battles. Those who know them understand how fully a horse can hold a human heart.
—  Lauren Davis Baker
  • me: valentines day is a gross commercialisation of the sheer wonder and complexity of human love, turning it into teddy bears holding hearts and overpriced chocolate
  • me: ...
  • me: and if I don't get a small box of chocs I'm gonna be kind of upset

anonymous asked:

the dark statue is a very different colour to the (probably moonstone?) gem in its arms. and since gems are their gems, depicting a gem cupping her own detached gemstone is kind of strange. could it depict two gems, one holding the other? maybe the moon goddess and a disciple?

I think if it meant to depict two gems, the disciple’s gem would also be visible. But the idea that it’s one gem holding another… intrigues me. 

I do think, however, it’s likely this is “moon goddess” holding aloft her own gem, which might mean a lot of things. Sacrifice? A kind of transcendence, maybe? Gem Hunt shows us it’s possible to poof somebody else by just yanking the gem out, so that could be quite morbid indeed if the implication is like… tantamount to a depiction of a human being holding up their own heart.

At the same time, there’s some things that would seem rather grisly by our standards that Gems don’t consider creepy or weird- see: gem shards- and we don’t know for sure what that’s supposed to be symbolizing. 

“Alexander…” Magnus pulled him close, and the witchlight flickered between them, its color changing rapidly. Alec had never seen a witchlight rune-stone do that before. He put his head against Magnus’s shoulder and let Magnus hold him. Magnus’s heart didn’t beat like human hearts did. It was slower, but steady. Sometimes Alec thought it was the steadiest thing in his life.

“Kiss me,” Alec said.

Magnus put his hand to the side of Alec’s face and gently, almost absently, ran his thumb along Alec’s cheekbone. When he bent to kiss him, he smelled like sandalwood. Alec clutched the sleeve of Magnus’s jacket, and the witchlight, held between their bodies, flared up in colors of rose and blue and green.

It was a slow kiss, and a sad one. When Magnus drew away, Alec found that somehow he was holding the witchlight alone; Magnus’s hand was gone. The light was a soft white.

Softly, Magnus said, “Aku cinta kamu.”

“What does that mean?”

Magnus disentangled himself from Alec’s grip. “It means I love you. Not that that changes anything.”

“But if you love me-”

“Of course I do. More than I thought I would. But we’re still done,” Magnus said. “It doesn’t change what you did.”

“But it was just a mistake,” Alec whispered. “One mistake-”

Magnus laughed sharply. “One mistake? That’s like calling the maiden voyage of the Titanic a minor boating accident. Alec, you tried to shorten my life.”

“It was just-She offered, but I thought about it and I couldn’t go through with it-I couldn’t do that to you.”

“But you had to think about it. And you never mentioned it to me.” Magnus shook his head. “You didn’t trust me. You never have.”

“I do,” Alec said. “I will-I’ll try. Give me another chance-”

“No,” Magnus said. “And if I might give you a piece of advice: Avoid Camille. There is a war coming, Alexander, and you don’t want your loyalties to be in question. Do you?”

And with that he turned and walked away, his hands in his pockets-walking slowly, as if he were injured, and not just from the cut in his side. But he was walking away just the same. Alec watched him until he moved beyond the glow of the witchlight and out of sight.

—  Cassandra Clare, City of Lost Souls
The truth is the world is wrong,
And society is turned upside down. And what you’ve been taught as a child is not always true.
Because human hearts hold more scars and damage than the skin ever could,
And brains and souls bury secrets unimaginable to any one else.
Because hospitals hold more Prayers than a church,
And more “I love you"s than any other place.
Because the darkest places can hold the most light,
And the ugliest and cruelest places can be the most beautiful.
Because the most damaged people can shine brighter than the happiest.
Because the world is not how you think it is, it’s not all smiles and its not the stereotypes we put on it,
It’s dark,
it’s powerful,
and it’s real.
—  A.P

grey’s anatomy meme: every episode - [1x05]
“ Remember when you were a kid and your biggest worry was, like, if you’d get a bike for your birthday or if you’d get to eat cookies for breakfast.. Being an adult? Totally overrated. I mean seriously, don’t be fooled by all the hot shoes and the great sex and the no parents anywhere telling you what to do. Adulthood is responsibility. Responsibility, it really does suck. Really, really sucks. Adults have to be places and do things and earn a living and pay the rent. And if you’re training to be a surgeon, holding a human heart in your hands, Hello? Talk about responsibility! Kinda makes bikes and cookies look really, really good, doesn’t it? The scariest part about responsibility? When you screw up and let it slip right through your fingers .” - Shake Your Groove Thing 

It is not the fucking jobs of black women to fight everyone’s battles at our own expense. If I feel like wearing a fucking dress calling myself a goddess to lift my self esteem from the depths of hell, to find myself, to rebirth myself, that’s what I’m gonna do. And I will hear nothing else about it.

People across the globe tell black women to their faces and hold in their hearts that black women are not even human beings, yet all of this earth expects us to be angelic in our patience and in our sacrifice.

People called us slaves, yet we took care of their children. People tortured us and sterilized us, yet we still go to the doctor. People call us monkeys, yet we still patronize their stores. Our own men regard us with hatred, yet we still love them. This shit and much much much more goes on with black women and y'all don’t lift a finger to help us, yet when a black woman tries to heal herself, EVERY GODDAMN BODY has a fucking opinion? Has a criticism? That you expect us to incorporate? I think the fuck not.

‪Somebody once asked me if I wanted to be a surgeon. My initial reaction was disgust. Sure, I know I’ll be dissecting my fair share of cadavers throughout my journey in medical school. But cadavers are cadavers- they’re dead. Lifeless. Motionless. The notion of cutting into someone who is alive and breathing is what made me shudder.
But the more I think about surgery, the more interested I become. And I’ve come to realize that I actually cannot wait for the day I hold the human heart. The very source of all human deception, distress and desires, resting in my hands.‬ I want to see what destroyed me. I want to hold it, I want to feel it. The pulsing human heart.

I’ll be coloring this tomorrow. (Need to sleep. So here’s the WIP for now.)

It’s the egg (with hair) and toaster (that’s human) …. with what i would think would be their keyblades along with their outfits in this AU (because I am a sadist to myself and this is perhaps the MOST amount of detail I’ve done in a long time. This… is also inspired by that app I’ve been playing. (Wonderful, right?)


(For those of you also wondering what the eff is happening in here, let’s just say Genos is trying to hold Saitama’s hand and it’s getting more awkward than it needs to be since he’s trying to show he cares for the egg his way)

how to be icarus:
one—aim high;
dream of the sun
kissing you
with his light;
dream of him
as his warmth
holds you
in the expanse
that is the sky
and the sea

two—build yourself
your own wings:
they don’t
have to be
you are enough.

three—seek the sun
seek him out
find him on his throne
hold him close to you
let him feel
a human heart
singing a song
in its confine of
bone and muscle and skin;
let him weep
as you
little by little
into stardust;
let him take you
into himself
into light
and heat
let him
for you
and your love
for him.

four—love the sun
for icarus
loved him dearly
and the sun
loved him back.

—why do you think the sun is so bright?

how to be icarus by s.k.g. (aequore)

For Mercy has a human heart
Pity, a human face:
And Love, the human form divine,
And Peace, the human dress.
Then every man of every clime,
That prays in his distress,
Prays to the human form divine
Love Mercy Pity Peace.
And all must love the human form,
In heathen, turk or jew.
Where Mercy, Love & Pity dwell,
There God is dwelling too
—  from “The Divine Image” by William Blake