i want to sit there

It doesn’t interest me… what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart’s longing.

It doesn’t interest me… how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn’t interest me… what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the centre of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life’s betrayals or have become shrivelled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know… if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know… if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn’t interest me.. if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know… if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know… if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, Yes.

It doesn’t interest me… to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done…

It doesn’t interest me… who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the centre of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn’t interest me..where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know… if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

—  Oriah, The Invitation

Do I want to reread acotar and acomaf before acowar comes out?? Or do I want to sit here and read and watch a bunch of theory’s for acowar and cry until it comes out?????

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“ I entered the room without a single noise because i don’t want to disturb you from sleeping but then, i saw you sitting there at the side of your bed and I noticed that your eyes are swollen, and your whole face was red, you were holding your mobile and you kept on crying. I called your name, “Baby? are you there?”, she wiped all of her tears from falling and said “I am here, come in”. I sit with her and asked her what she would like to have for dinner and she said “nothing, i don’t have the appetite, why are you here?”, I tried to kiss here cheek but she resist and from there i said “I miss you, what’s wrong? did i do something?”, she looked at me and said “You’re lying to me again”, i was stunned and said “No I’m not princess why’d you say that?”, the tears in her eyes kept falling and falling and she’s gasping, i know that she’s having trouble in breathing, and she said “ I was wrong about you, i never should’ve believe you in the first place, someone told me that you were on the phone with some other girl, that’s why your line is always busy, I’m so done with you”, that breaks my heart in two, I don’t know what she’s saying, i tried to make her believe  me, but it’s no use i know that there are some things that i did in the past that make her feel that way, but i did promise that i will be waiting for the time that she will be able to forgive me, and i will change, i gave her assurance, but i know that it’s not enough, patience and love is the key. I hugged her and kissed her forehead. Even if she pushes me away, drops my phone calls and calls me mean names, she will always be the girl who makes my heart beat like no other, and i will never let go of her hand no matter what. I love you to the moon and back.

- The only proof that i need is you, 9:31PM

  • Me: Alright! I just played Kingdom Hearts on the PS4 for 14 hours straight because I wanted to see how far I could get in one sitting!
  • My brain: Liar.
  • Me: What?
  • My brain: You wanted to see Sephiroth.
  • Me: No! I just wanted to see how far I could get!
  • My brain: You're a terrible a liar.
  • Me: ...
  • My brain: ...
  • Me: Dammit...

Yesterday T and I spent the entire session looking at pictures on my phone of my fishing adventures while I told the stories behind the pictures. We’ve had a total of 5 sessions together and I still have a really hard time talking to her so at the previous session she said, “Next time we’re not gonna talk about stuff stuff. I just want to sit down and get to know you a little better.” It was such a good way for me to get more comfortable just talking to her, even though it wasn’t about anything serious.

A lengthy treatise on DLC and the Sims. Or something.

So now that the bowling stuff pack has been released for The Sims 4 and the topic of game DLC comes up once again in the Simblr community, I feel like I want to sit down and write a post that outlines how the DLC market and the larger gaming market in general has changed how The Sims has been created, marketed and sold over the years. So hold on, this will probably get pretty long.

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got misgendered by some dude w a smirk sitting next to me and i wanted so bad to just elbow him in the face but thats not allowed in astronomy lecture

Rest in Peace, Sir

I got to clinic early today. Shortly before 6:30am. I wanted to look up the list of patients on Epic. Since I visit you whenever my preceptor is in-house, I punched your name into the little gray box.

Then a pink box came up:
“You are opening the record of a deceased patient. Do you want to precede?”

Sitting alone at the workstations, I read the words again.


We all knew you had been struggling. You had been in critical care since before all the big holidays. Kidney failure, liver failure, lung disease, pancreatitis, gallbladder disease, etc.

When I first started visiting you a few months ago, I was overwhelmed by the number of conditions on your problem list. 

I asked my preceptor, “What will it take to get Mr. Smith home?”

My preceptor looked at me for a long time.
I don’t remember him answering that question.


I was going to ask you about your morning.
About how much sleep you got last night.
Whether your abdomen still hurts.
Apologize before shining my penlight in your eyes.
And then apologize profusely again afterward.
Ask, “On a scale from fingerstick to lumbar puncture, how annoying am I right now?”


Then you would smile.
Make a show of rolling your eyes. 
The only part of your body that didn’t hurt.
Gesture toward your trach.
And then point to the sink.
Your way of asking for water.


Despite all the medical problems you had, your heart stayed strong through it all. Last time I read your EKG, I ran into your room and told you that it looked great. Do you remember that? It was the day that I accidentally called you “Dr. Smith” instead of “Mr. Smith.”

The resident thought it was funny.
You thought it was very funny.
Scared me half to death when you started laughing with that trach in place.

Anyway, Mr. Smith, I wanted to tell you something.

As a patient in a busy unit, it’s easy to feel lost in the mix.
To feel like a blip on the radar.

But I want you to know something.

Since the first day that we met, you were the first person I visited every morning.
Every single day, you were the very first patient I wanted to see.
Even on days that I was on outpatient, I’d ask my preceptor, “Are you seeing Mr. Smith today? How is he doing?”
Because you mattered to me.

Rest in peace, sir. 

You will be missed.

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hope this is okay :)

“I’m afraid to be close to you.”

As close as Jasmine felt that she was getting to Anthony an as much as the two of them had shared with each other Jasmine can’t help but feel like there’s something that Anthony isn’t telling her. She feels like he’s always holding something back, always tentative to tell her everything that he was thinking, which concerned her.

The two of them are wrapped in blankets on Jasmine’s sofa on a day off, watching movies that they both insisted they needed to see. Things are fine between them, content with watching and commenting on little bits and pieces of what they were seeing in the movie. Jasmine doesn’t know when the conversation had gotten more in depth and more about their personal lives, but as she listens to Anthony talk, she can’t help but feel that he’s still holding some things back.

“I don’t want this to sound rude,” Jasmine begins, sitting up so she’s able to see Anthony better. Anthony brings his attention away from the TV and focuses on the girl he was quickly falling for, a small smile on his face as nervous energy ran through him. “But are you hiding things from me?”

Jasmine cringes at the way her words sound when she says them out loud, quickly shaking her head. “That sounds mean. What I mean is when you’re telling me things, it’s almost like you’re hiding some things from me. Which is fine, I just, I don’t know where I’m going with this,” She sighs, shaking her head.

Anthony bites his lip, letting his head fall to look at his lap. “I do leave stuff out,” He confesses, realizing that he definitely made it obvious if she had been able to pick it out. “I’m afraid to be close to you,” He whispers, Jasmine’s face falling as she inches her way closer to him, reaching out to rest her hand against his leg.

“What do you mean?”

“I just, I’ve had bad relationships in the past, but I’ve never fallen for someone as quickly as I’ve fallen for you,” He begins, forcing himself to look up at her. “And I’m afraid if I get too close to you, you’ll be gone before I even have a chance to say anything. And that terrifies me, Jasmine. It honestly, truly terrifies me,” He whispers, Jasmine sighing beside him.

She reaches forward, pushing a curl away from his face, letting her hand fall to rest on top of his. “I know this must be scary for you, but I don’t intend on going anywhere,” She assures him, Anthony nodding. “I like you a lot, too, Anthony. I don’t want to lose you in my life the way you are now. I know we’re taking it slow, but I really think that this can only get better,” She smiles, Anthony nodding once more, looking up at her with a small smile on his face.

“I hope that you’re right,” He teases, Jasmine laughing as she leans forward, kissing his cheek gently.

Now that Jasmine knows why he hasn’t been telling her everything, she’s more than willing to let him have as long as he needs to feel comfortable with telling her more. She knows there will be a day where he’ll share everything, and until that day, she’s more than happy to hear whatever story he wants to tell her, leaving out whatever he doesn’t think he’s ready to share yet.

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Things in my own life aren't amazing right now. I look to entertainment like The 100 as an escape. In this fandom, it's easy to get caught up in ship wars & BTS actor woes & all sorts of arguments about race/ethnicity/gender/disability/representation, etc. But tonight, regardless of whether the show gives me exactly what I want to see, I'm going to sit back, let it go Frozen style, and just enjoy the Bellamy/Jasper dynamic. ;) Because it'll be a month before we see these lovely actors again. xo

Baby, me too.

Me too. 


so if there’s one single trope i’m always down to fight it’s the animal bride (folklore motif 402??) which a lot of you are probably familiar with as the selkie - the fisherman either falls in love, steals her skin to trap her on land/gain power over her, or they fall in love and THEN he steals her skin to keep her from leaving, and either way she spends a lot of time gazing sadly out to sea and then she or her child finds the skin and never returns again.
and that’s awful on a whole lot of levels - it’s not love, it’s control.

BUT. but the thing is. you how selkies/seal women was a pretty common variation of this? another really popular one was swans.

i just want you to think about that for a moment. swans. like…I get it, they’re pretty, graceful birds, certainly it’s easy to imagine them magically becoming pretty graceful ladies? but have you ever fought a swan. swans are awful. swans are the devil’s geese. imagine seeing a pretty magic lady and being absolutely enchanted by her, and stealing her magic feather cloak, and then you go up and say ‘hey i’m in love with you, let me make you my queen, it will be great, we’ll be so happy’ and she just looks at you for a moment and…

you know i was going to say maybe she just shouts for her sisters and suddenly you’re realizing you’ve made a terrible terrible mistake bc you’re surrounded by big fucking birds who are all hissing. but honestly if this swan lady is as aggressively down to brawl as any other generally unhappy swan, then she’d straight up fuck you up on her own. she’d just deck you roundhouse, honestly. you don’t fuck with swans. why does this trope exist

“So, the Autobots aren’t quite the indestructible war machines we’d hoped.”
“Don’t misunderstand. They can take serious punishment.”

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