i woke up singing it

The Walls Would Sing To Me.

When I was young, the walls of my bedroom would sing to me at night. I found the mysterious phenomenon soothing, and looked forward to it every night.

At eight years old, I mentioned it to my parents, and they brought me to a doctor, who concluded I had a wild imagination. This reassured my parents, and prompted me to keep quiet about it in the future.

A few years later, my father had a heart attack in his sleep while my mom was away on a business trip. That night, I woke up suddenly and quickly noticed the absence of the walls’ singing. The silence felt weird, wrong.

It was broken by a lone, strangely familiar voice.

“Young giant, your father is in trouble,” the voice was whispered. It was breathy, like silk against silk, the voice of one of the singers.

Something tickled the skin right below my ear, then dropped down to my arm. When it reached my index finger, I brought my hand to my face so I could see my mysterious companion.

A small, black spider sat on the pad of my finger. Before I could make a move to shake it off, it spoke again.

“You father is very ill. He needs a healer,” the spider insisted in the same delicate whisper before launching itself off my finger into the darkness of my bedroom.

Sure enough, when I went to check on my dad, I was unable to wake him. Later, the doctor told me that my dad would have died if I hadn’t woken up when I did.

The next day, I whispered thanks to the spider that sang in my walls. They hummed in response, and I grinned, happy with my new friends.

My father died from another heart attack when I was seventeen, prompting my mother to spiral into mental decline until her hospitalization a year later. After that, I sunk into a deep depression and ended up in an abusive relationship.

I eventually told the spiders all about my suffering, and they murmured with sympathy from their perches in the walls. A large, brown spider dropped down from the ceiling onto the pillow beside my bruised face and asked me if I would bring my boyfriend over that evening.

“We will take care of you, young giant,” it promised.

So that’s what I did. He came over and settled himself before the TV. I stood at the stove in the kitchen, barely paying attention to my cooking as I waited eagerly to see what the spiders had in store.

He started screaming as the pasta finished. He had stopped by the time I had drained it and added the sauce. I ate my meal happily as I waiting for the police to arrive.

They said he died of a brain aneurism. Tragic, they said. Yes, I agreed, very tragic.

That night, I slept soundly, lulled by the gentle music as my friends sang from their homes in the walls.

I love the amethysts so much
they are great
ALSO BLUE PEARL
ALSO YELLOW PEARL
ALSO YELLOW DIAMOND SINGING
AND BLUE DIAMOND CRYING
AND OMG
RUBY GETTIN SO MAD CAUSE SHE REMEMBERED THAT BLUE DIAMOND TREATED SAPPHIRE LIKE SHIT

Voicemail

Summary: In which Bucky sends you to voicemail without realizing it’s the last time he’ll ever hear your voice.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 1,235

Warnings: Angst, Character Death

@avengerstories - thank you, as always, for editing :)

Originally posted by jamesnbucky

When Bucky’s phone starts ringing, he knows it’s you for multiple reasons. One, you’re the only person who ever calls him. Two, you programmed his phone to play a specific song whenever you called. He constantly forgets the name of it, but he knows the female singing really likes saying ‘I woke up like this’.

“Are you gonna get that?” Steve asks, gesturing to the ringing device in Bucky’s pocket.

“No,” he responds, silencing his phone the way you taught him to. “I’ll just see her when I get home.”

“Home?” Steve’s lips tilt upwards into a smirk.

“Her home,” Bucky corrects in vain. It’s not a secret that he spends all of his free time with you.

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It hit me hard today” I began “the memories I mean. If I close my eyes I can hear his voice like he’s sitting with us, whispering in my ear that he loves me. Today when I woke up, I heard him singing in my shower, but then nobody was in the shower. When I was making breakfast I could hear his laugh ringing through my empty apartment filling my heart with joy, but nobody was there. It’s like my mind can’t accept that he is gone. But I did what you told me to do. I took a deep breath and tried to think about my day, it helped a little. But I was walking to work and went past a coffee shop and I swear I saw him inside, drinking coffee and reading like he always did. I was about to run to him, when it hit me so bad. The funeral. The memories of that day. The day that made it all real. I keep holding on to our memories together, I keep thinking that maybe it’s all a bad dream. But the funeral made it real. And I broke down right there on the street.” I wiped the tears and continued “it’s just hard to believe that’s he is not gonna be here anymore. He was my hero. He saved me from myself. I promised him I’ll be strong, I promised that I won’t go to that place again. I knew that the end was coming but I was still holding on some hope. At least I said my goodbye, I know a lot of people doesn’t get that. But it still hurt. It has been 4 months since the funeral, and a year since I knew him. It was like God sent him to me to make me happier, but then took him away from me. Like an angel sent back to heaven after completing his mission.
I’ll always be thankful that I had him in my life. But I miss his touch, his voice, his laugh, his smile, his hair, his eyes. I just miss him so much. Not having him in my life anymore is torture. I don’t really know how to live my life anymore without him. He was my first love. My prince. My superman. How can you move on from that. It’s like he owns my heart, and always will. I’ll love him forever even if he can’t.
—  A conversation with my therapist. #1 (via redlipstick-blacksoul)

I just heard about Debbie Reynolds and I just want to take a moment to remember her and thank her for all she has done. Singin’ in the Rain defined my childhood and is the reason for my love of musicals, acting, singing, and dancing. I remember being six years old and dancing along to the choreo for Make ‘em Laugh and singing Good Morning every day when I woke up. That movie defined who I am today and, though this year has had a constant storm cloud over it, we need to keep singing and living despite that. Remember Debbie and Carrie. Don’t let their losses make you lose faith in the world. Keep letting their contributions inspire you to keep on living your best life shamelessly fighting for what’s right and doing what you love. Keep your light for them not despite them. We lost two great women. Now we need to go out there and be great women ourselves. 

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The Grass Roots - Let’s Live For Today

My muses woke me up singing this song:) I love my muses, when they aren’t being naughty, “giggle”<3<3<3 xoxoxo

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Good morning my #Beautiful #Yogis. This day is what you make it! I woke up this morning singing “in love with you” im@obsessed wit his song, although it isn’t new. Sending you guys some love and light, here’s to you! Stay #light and #awesome.

Oh and about this handstand!! Go me! 😜

#yoga #yogaMom #YogisOfIG #Work #Practice #PracticeDaily #YogaEveryDamnDay #ImStrong #fitness #fitChick #FitFam #iLift #myself #abs #arms #legs #glutes #yogaInspiration #MeetMeOnTheMat #WonderMuses #Pow #Peace #Namaste ✌🏽️🙏🏽

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Young Forever
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Young Forever

Hoseok’s part in Young Forever… cry with me if you agree. T^T

If someone kidnapped all the signs

Aries: screaming at the get away driver from the backseat, and trying to put their hands on the wheel

Taurus: guys…it’s fine there’s snacks under the seat!

Gemini: okay we are exactly two miles from where they took us…we’ve made a left and two rights that means…….

Cancer: TAURUS DONT EAT THOSE THERE IS MOLD ON IT

Leo: come on Aries, sit back and relax this could be fun!

Virgo: WE ARE GOING TO DIE

Libra: okay Virgo calm down, we aren’t going to die Capricorn will get us out of here

Scorio: *singing to the radio*

Sagittarius: I just woke up, where are we? Oooooo Taurus can I have some?!

Capricorn: WAIT WHAT AM I GOING TO DO LIBRA?

Aquarius: Gemini, shut up no one needs your opinion

Pisces: oooooo what does this button do? *wondow rolls down*

Kidnappers: ALL OF YOU GET OUT, NOW!

when i woke up this morning my first thought was of the old man singing that song about the nutritional benefits of cucumbers. It has not stopped all day