i dreamed there was no war

Wasn’t all that long ago

the last widow of the Civil War
died—her daughter still collects
a tiny pension from VA.

& if you take two really old grandmas,
& lay their lifespans end-to-end,
you can reach
                       the War of 1812.

What I’m saying is  history
takes time—we are young,
we are young countries  &

        a woman     dipped her foot
into the turn of centuries & walked
100 years into       millennium,

at  33 1⁄3 rpm  there to record
rose-coloured  songs to conjure
the witch trials  & rig
                                the jury dream.

* * *

Written January 2017.

anonymous asked:

I daydream a lot about going out in woodsy adventures with friends, and being able to talk and be friends with people I like

oh same here, I dream of those things often.

barefoot and wild, running fast as we can; leaping off rocks and bounding over roots, shouting animal calls at the top of our lungs. we’re so far from civilization that it doesn’t matter. nobody ever comes here, we’re free. this is our kingdom.
we climb trees and leap from the branches and into calm rivers. we swim beneath waterfalls, laughing so hard we can hardly breathe as we’re having splashing wars. it begins to rain and it’s so lovely and serene; the water feels warmer than before so we swim a little longer before we collapse under the shelter of sticks and ferns that we constructed earlier. we light a fire and fall asleep, reminiscing about the fantastic adventures we just shared. tomorrow, the adventure begins again~

Reylo AU; ‘Keep on haunting me.’

Rey is restless, can’t sleep. Kylo Ren haunts her dreams. Begging for her to join him. She can only take so much, he shares visions with her through their force bond. She’s at the brink and goes to find him.

Inspired by the song; Haunting - Halsey. Enjoy!

anonymous asked:

one of my dream cosplays that i think i want to do next is an outfit padme wears in a couple scenes deleted from star wars episode 2 (specifically the blue outfit from the scenes at her parents' house) the fabric has some kind of creased or folded texture to it, but i have no idea what to google to figure out how to make a fabric look like that or if there's anything that already looks like that. any ideas on where to start for this?

I know the outfit you’re talking about, and I think this tutorial on faux Fortuny pleats would work awesome for it:


It’s fairly easy, and should give you the exact look you want!

I hope this helps!

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anonymous asked:

41, 81 w/ Cassian pls

41. “go back to sleep” -Cassian Andor
81. “sweet dreams” -Cassian Andor

you sat upright, panting. you’d just had the worst nightmare. you were scared out of your sleep and you were panting, trying to catch your breath. as you relaxed, you heard cassian shift beside you.

“go back to sleep,” he murmured, half-asleep.

“sorry. bad dream,” you said, rubbing your eyes and laying back down.

“hm?” he pulled you close. “what was it about?”

when you shook your head, cassian seemed to understand that you didn’t want to talk about it. so, he pulled you into a tight embrace and rubbed your back, calming you.

“was it really bad?” he asked.


cassian kissed your head and pulled away from you to kiss your cheek. “i won’t let anything hurt you.” he kissed your lips tenderly. “i promise, mi amor.”

you smiled. “thanks, cassian.”

“now, go back to sleep.” he kissed you again and held you close. “sweet dreams.”

he was gently rocking you and holding you close. it was moments like these that made you feel warm, inside and out. you fell asleep to cassian humming a tune and stroking your back.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.