i finally found the perfect quote

I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

—  Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers
Like a puzzle
Without it’s fitted piece
Trapped in a love
That has no release
I hold your hand
And my heart falls to the ground
I’ve finally found
My perfect piece.
—  L.M

I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

—  Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers
My Curly Haired Neighbor

The final box. The last box had finally made it into my new apartment. Looking at the piles of cardboard in all areas of my studio apartment, I was suddenly overwhelmed by the amount of unpacking still in front of me. After sitting down on my bed, since it was about the only thing set up and not covered in boxes, but still didn’t have any sheet on it, I decided food would be the first thing I needed since my stomach had begun to growl almost an hour ago. “Alright so now what box is it?” I asked myself.

I started with the boxes in the kitchen. After opening three I determined I should have labelled them before closing them because now there was no way to determine what was where.

Once I finally found a box that contained some food items, I decided the easiest and quickest option was a box of macaroni and cheese. Now I needed to find something to cook it in. Remembering I had seen a box with my pots and pans when I was searching through the boxes in the bathroom. Quickly I hurried and found the precious box I was searching for. Now I was finally capable of making myself supper.

It wasn’t until I needed to stir my noodles that I discovered I had no utensil. Throwing open two more boxes I finally found them in a box on the couch. At this point almost all the boxes were already open, so as I waited I started to empty some of the ones for the kitchen since I was already there.

Once I had eaten and put the leftovers in the refrigerator, I started to unpack some more boxes. Since the next thing I would need to do is shower, I found those boxes and unloaded it. Towels, shampoo, blow dryer were all in their rightful place. Well next I’d need to sleep so I found the sheets for my bed.

Now I had too many empty boxes, I could barely move around my apartment so taking as many of them to the dumpster was the next thing on my agenda.

Having cleared out several boxes and feeling somewhat accomplished, I sat down on an empty space on my couch to look through my phone for a bit. My mom had called so I sent her a quick text letting her know I was safe. She didn’t like the idea of me moving four hours away to a city I barely knew just for an entry level job at a law firm. But I explained to her it was a great opportunity that I wouldn’t get back home and so she finally allowed me to leave.

Looking around the room I found the sign I had painted with my favorite inspirational quote from my favorite band. It was the quote that had gotten me through all the hard times at school, saved me during a finals week or two.

I decided to get some fresh air. Stepping out into the cool breeze, I found the perfect place to hang my sign out on the balcony. After standing there for several minutes, I decided I needed to buy some sort of chair so I could sit out here and enjoy it.

Feeling like I had done enough for the day and figuring it wouldn’t be good to show up on my first day tired, I decided it was time for bed.


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I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

—  Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers
The Greatest Prize of All.

I was on edge, tense and barely able to sit still. It hadn’t even been 24 hours since Cristiano won the Ballon d’Or and now I was about to lay yet another gift into his hands. I just didn’t know what his reaction would be. I knew it wouldn’t be negative but I was hoping he’d be as excited as I was.

I had known the news for a week and a half now but I kept mum on it all. He had enough going on in his head the past few weeks so I hoped to catch him at a calmer time. After last night’s events I figured it would be perfect. He was still on his euphoric high and experiencing all of the pleasure of his award.

Currently, I was downstairs in our home putting the final touches on my surprise while Cristiano laid upstairs asleep. I had purchased a medium sized chalkboard to decorate with pink, blue and white chalk. I had spent my nights drawing detailed and intricate flowers along the words on the board.

“Pink or Blue? Either Will Do! Mommy’s Expecting NUMBER 2!”

I had of course found the quote and idea online but I found it to be a cute and clever way to deliver the news aside from the normal.

Cristiano and I had not been trying to purposely have a baby unlike when I got pregnant with Junior which was why I wasn’t sure exactly what his reaction would be and I could barely wait any longer.

I put the finishing touches on the board and hung it up carefully on the wall, particularly placed on the wall next to the entrance of the kitchen so I knew he’d see it. I cleaned up the chalk pieces and put them back in the box before bouncing happily upstairs.

I quietly peeked into the bedroom to see Cris still asleep on his side but it wouldn’t last for much longer. Still in my pajama bottoms and a loose t-shirt, I climbed in the bed next to him and pulled the cover over me as if I had yet to get out of bed yet. I had to to make sure my plan went without a hitch.

I laid there for a few moments to make sure it looked believable before rolling over and leaning over Cristiano’s shoulder as he laid with his back to me. “Amor?” I gently shook his shoulder to get him to stir. It took a few moments but he finally cracked his eyes open before groggily answering, “Yeah?”

“Can you get me a cup of coffee please?” I batted my eyelashes. It wasn’t too rare for me to wake him up to grab me something from downstairs but it didn’t happen too often. Just usually when I didn’t feel well.

At my request, he began to roll over and face me, beginning to wake up. “Are you okay? Tummy ache?” He took his cool hand under my t-shirt and rubbed my stomach for a moment, causing the butterflies to flutter in me. Little did he know what was under that barrier of skin but it would soon be revealed.

I shook off his inquiry and gave a reassuring smile. “I’m fine. I just need some coffee.” He simply nodded and tossed the sheets off of his body, sitting up and placing his bare feet to the floor. I watched with anticipation as he finally got up, headed slowly out of the door and disappeared down the hall. I wanted to follow him out but I knew that may ruin the way I wanted my reveal to go.

My ears stayed open listening to the silence until I heard the pierce of a scream yelling my name. “Y/N!!!!”

A giggle left my lips and I quickly popped out of the bed and nearly skipped down the hall with glee. “Yes?” I called out, trotting down the steps. The facial expression I was met with was priceless and in that moment I wished I had brought along my phone to take a picture.

He stood with his mouth agape, pointing to the board mounted to the wall. “What? You can’t read?” I joked. Cristiano looked to the board once more in disbelief before running up to me and raising me from the floor, spinning me around and sending me into a fit of laughter.

“I-I can’t believe this,” he stuttered. He slowly lowered to me to the floor, as if I was a fragile package which I kind of was now. “How long have you known?” He leaned his face back some to take in my reaction.

“Just a week and a half. I wanted to save the surprise until everything died down,” I explained. He ran his fingers through his messy hair and then took me into his arms for a deeply passionate kiss. I wasn’t even sure how long we had stayed in that position but when he finally parted our kiss, I had to catch my breath.

“So you’re back to your weird eating habits, huh?” We both laughed, me shaking my head as I thought back to my pregnancy with Junior. I ate any and everything, tried any and everything. Cristiano had to make so many store runs in my last few months of pregnancy, it became the norm for me to request a specific snack at 3 in the morning. And he was always willing to satisfy my request with a smile and a yes.

I was sure this pregnancy would probably be the same. “Probably. Just make sure you’re enjoying all of the food with me.”

In that moment, Cristiano kneeled down on one knee and raised my shirt, revealing my still (for now) flat belly. “I can’t wait to meet you, baby girl.” I was secretly hoping for a girl too. He placed a sweet kiss to my skin and looked up to me, beaming as if he was the proudest, happiest, and most fortunate man alive.

7

“…this is how we heal.

i will kiss you like forgiveness.  you will hold me like i’m hope.  our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book.  i will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin.  i will write novels to the scar of your nose.  i will write a dictionary of all the words i have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you.

and i will not be afraid of your scars.

i know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know: whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap, your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing i’ve ever seen.

i will love you when you are a still day.  i will love you when you are a hurricane.”

This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.
—   Clementine von Radics, “Mouthful of Forevers”

commas-and-ampersands  asked:

What kind of dogs would all the Senshi be? As I pointed out in a CRIMINALLY NEGLECTED REBLOG from your last liveblog, Sailor Forehead is a borzoi. This is just objectively true. Curious to hear others' puppy senshi opinons.

I MISSED IT AND WILL TRY TO REMEMBER TO RECTIFY THIS

Okay so obviously this is a very serious question and I’ve been turning it over since yesterday. I’m still not completely sold on all of these, but let’s try!

I’ll start with Mako, who I have very particular mental image of as a dog: a giant mutt puppy, one ear up and one ear down, who has NO FUCKING CLUE how big she is. She thinks she’s a lap dog. She most assuredly is not, but try telling her that.

Usagi I see as a Maltese. They’re little fluffy adorable dogs who basically get along with every fucking thing and are all about affection and having their people around constantly. Downside: THEY HATE BEING ALONE. Like, leave the room, and they’re freaking out. Tell me this is not Usagi in dog form.

For Minako, I immediately went with the perfectly groomed and highly intelligent poodle. Historically, the poodle has been adaptive and excelled in a bunch of different tasks, all while remaining SUPER GOOFY.

I had some trouble with Ami, but finally settled on a shetland sheepdog. A super smart little dog with a very sweet and gentle temperament, but can be a little on the insecure and neurotic side.

Rei is a cat.

OH OKAY FINE

Rei is a border collie. Huge work ethic, intense focus, thrives on challenges, and can be aggressive if not properly socialized. SOUNDS ABOUT RIGHT. Plus tell me Rei doesn’t basically already try to herd her personal flock of losers. EXACTLY.

There were a lot of breeds that I liked for Chibi-Usa, but after no small amount of thought, I decided on a chihuahua. Such a tiny package, but so much personality (and so dependent on what else is happening around them).

Hotaru was another rough one, but I finally settled on the basenji. A curious and independent dog who wants to be in on everything, I see that coming out in Hotaru later as a consequence of how little life she really got to live. Also I can’t lie: basenji can’t bark, so are literally dogs of The Silence, and that deeply amuses me.

I know Haruka as a golden retriever is a popular sentiment, and one I do dearly love myself. On thinking about it though, I think I’m actually going to give my vote to a rottweiler. Rottweilers are the perfect blend of bravery and aggression (particularly when not tempered) with HOLY SHIT YOU ARE A DORK.

If Rei can’t be a cat, neither can Michiru. I  put personality first in all of these selections, but while I was reading up on different dogs breed traits, the second I was reminded about salukis, I knew I’d found Michiru. For real though, it’s perfect. The saluki is noted for grace, quiet dignity, and independence. They’re aloof but sensitive, become strongly attached to their family, and – and I quote – “will pursue anything that runs”.

And finally we have Pluto, who I almost immediately picked for an afghan hound. The afghan is an ancient, elegant breed, brave and independent, seemingly tireless, able to see long distances, and, when given the opportunity, delightfully silly.

SENSHI DOGS AND I WOULD HAVE THEM ALL

He gives everything the correct perspective. Not a different perspective, the correct perspective. With [him] I realize it actually, truly doesn’t matter if the electricity bill is a few days late….it doesn’t matter what color I paint our room, or how late traffic makes me, or whether our recycling really, truly does get recycled…It doesn’t matter, because I have found my match….All the stuff I don’t like about myself has been pushed to the back of my brain. Maybe that is what I like best about him, the way he makes me. Not makes me feel, just makes me. I am fun. I am playful. I am game. I feel naturally happy and entirely satisfied.
—  Gone Girl
It’s funny,” she says and her smile gets a little bit wider, “because I wasn’t looking for it. No, it found me. All this time I was searching for love, hopelessly and unsuccessfully searching, and when I finally stopped, paused to take a short break and reassess my situation— my whole life even— it found me. You found me. Love found us.
—  12:26am thoughts// sometimes an unexpected moment is all it takes

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I got my Simba tattoo done on 19th March 2013, only took my artist an hour to do it and she was amazing. I wanted this for atleast six months and one day I just woke up and booked it, the next week I had my boyfriend and my two close friends with me to watch as I got my number one movie tattooed.

Then on 23rd October 2014 I got my second favorite animated Disney movie tattooed, Hercules! I have been playing with the concept for so long and could never find the photo I needed for my artist. After a year of planning, I finally found the perfect photo of what I wanted and unexpectedly I walked into the same shop as Simba, my artist wasn’t there anymore but one of their trusted long term artist did Hercules for me and I’m forever in love with it.

Finally my two Disney’s are together forever!

The shop I went to was named DH West Coast Tattoo in Port Kennedy, Western Australia. 

I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come. I think that has to be part of its miracle. This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your knee. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, I found you. And I will not be afraid of your scars. I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please understand: whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I will love you when you are a still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane.
—  November 16, 2015
He was standing in front of the opened window, naked and with messy hair. The moonlight kissed his skin and I perceived the perfect shape of his neck, his shoulders, his waist.
Pink Floyd was softly playing in the background.
His lips grazed the joint between his fingers, he toked deep, blowed the smoke outside into the night air.
Then he turned around slowly, looked at me with sparkling eyes and moony expression on his beautiful face.
He gently smiled, i smiled back and we both realized that we crave each other so much.
Whole galaxies were exploding in my head and i was finally understanding i’d found my soulmate.
—  Alison Lee Smith
I know you loved people who could sing so I dedicated my whole heart and soul to find the song to your heart. After years and years of trying I had finally thought I had found the song with the perfect tune in which your ears would make you smile. But when I opened my mouth yours fell to the most sour grin. My voice had made you want to cover your heart and block me out. You had found someone who could sing you to sleep with the most loveliest smile I had always desired to give you. I was quite happy for you. But for myself? I no longer speak a sound, let alone a note.
—  I just wanted you so bad…

I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.


I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

—  Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers