i know it is a bit rough on the edges

Of Tea and Sympathy and Open Palms

In my kitchen some time past midnight I wear odd socks and a too big jumper
Clutching my mug of tea in one hand, lifeline that it is, I place yours before you, gentle as I, with my rough insteady edges, can be
It’s made the way you like it,
milk, no sugar
This is all I can offer you
I can dry your tears but never obliterate the salt of them on your tongue
I know how it coats your lungs so oxygen rasps like an intruder, like poison
Oxygen kills us all in the end but it’s not supposed to pain you like this
The thrum of your heart is not supposed to hurt, to haunt
I wish I could fix it all for you
Piece together the broken bits with sellotape and good intentions
I wish I could make your eyes bright again
All I can do is be here
And god it hurts to watch sometimes
But the pain of a too tight grip on my hand anchors me in hope
I’m here for you to break my fingers with your sorrow
I’m here for you to snap at and scowl at and soak through my shoulders with tears
I’m here at 2am to talk about the meaning of life, the whys that will not leave you be, the season finale of buffy the vampire slayer
I’m here to sit in silence
I’m here to do anything I can
What I can is not much
But I love you
I don’t quite know how it happened but it did and it is bone deep you are in my blood like no one else before
a sisterhood welded in tears of laughter and other tears we’d rather not dwell on
And I know on the days when my world is sharp and the tunnel never ending
Days when I hug my arms around me in the physical need to hold myself together
That it will be you making the tea in this kitchen
And that in the small hours of some future night a mug will be placed in front of me
Milk and one sugar
And maybe a ginger nut for good measure

anonymous asked:

My delivery may have been a bit rough around the edges but my intentions were good. I can relate as far as mental illness goes for I have multiple myself, which aren't self diagnosed, but it just seems as though you put yourself down more often than not; subconsciously and consciously. I do not have the luxury of knowing you "in reality" so I apologize if I missed the mark. I also want to emphasize my apologies if my messages sounded more like demands, not cool on my part. You're a masterpiece

No need to apologize at all. I understand you didn’t have any ill intention behind your message. I had just woken up when I read it and was probably just being a bit too sensitive with all the hate I’ve gotten here lately. I’ve been harder on myself these days mainly because I’ve been called pathetic multiple times (amongst other things) and told to go ahead and kill myself recently by someone I thought I could trust and I guess it takes me a little longer to get over that kind of damage when I already believe it myself. That mixed in with my mental health not being at its best has made me take a lot of things out on myself. I apologize if I read your message in a negative way. I hope you have a lovely day.

I made my way with fire burning in my heart and in my foot prints in the soil.
From mary janes to heels,the paths are seperate and sometimes;they overlap one another. The little girl and the woman.
Constantly changing and seeking to grow like a flower in the winter in a place where the sun rarely shone;it was so hard. The blanket of snow. My heart has felt great pain and sorrow.
Alone,trampled,swallowed by fear but I kept growing;reaching from hell to heaven.
A baby face but a little rough around the edges(internally);I can live with or without, but my fire does not lie.
No regrets.
I make my bed and I know that I will have to lay in it one day but I wouldn’t mind at all.
A whole lot of sweet mixed with a little bit of sin…
That’s what keeps it interesting;do it again.

anonymous asked:

♥ ♡ and ✿ for Hausen

♥ - family headcanon

Although he always acts like it’s a bother when the younger members of the Guild do something noisy he actually is really patient and would spend all his free time with his kids and partner.

♡ - romantic headcanon

He’s a bit rough at the edges but every now and then he tries to be more romantic. It usually ends in a failure but at least he’s able to make his s/o smile.

✿ - Sex headcanon

Don’t know why but I think he’s more into slow sensual sex.


Symbol Meme

I know I must be making so many non-picture posts and I apologize for that but I just wanted to talk a bit about a few of my memories as Aeris!

First of all, I remember Barret being rough around the edges though he did come around and accept me since I saved Marlene. I also remember Cloud jokingly saying to everyone that Barret’s hugs were the best so I asked him if I could have one and, after a minute or so of silence, he finally let me and Cloud was definitely right. He really was like a giant teddy bear!

I also have quite a lot of memories of bonding with Red XIII. He was honestly my best friend out of our group and we spent a lot of time talking to each other about our pasts. I think the reason we bonded so much was because we were both a part of a dying race so we could relate to each other. 

Lastly, I remember being a supportive figure for Cait Sith. Even knowing he was a traitor, I always tried to cheer him on and show him that he was something more than just that. I really think I made an impact, or at least I hope so. 

anonymous asked:

Good evening, my dear. I hope you are not put off by the idea of an affair with someone as rough around the edges as myself... But regardless, I just wanted to let you know that I am definitely interested in engaging in something intimate… fiery… and perhaps even a bit depraved… with someone as beautiful as you. So if you would like to take me up on my offer, just let me know. You can be certain I will return the favor. And more.

Oh I’ll show you something rough around the edges

or maybe just a little ‘rough’ in general?

kingofhanzhong asked:

"Son, why don't you go have dinner with Uncle Zhang today? It would be good for you to befriend the father of the girl you have your eye on. I know you think he's a bit rough around the edges, but I'm sure you could learn something from him."

“G-gh? F-father I don’t like…it’s not like…we’re not…” Liu Shan deflated a little in embarrassment. He wasn’t exactly expecting this to pop up all of a sudden. Some ice breaker the young man thought bitterly.

“Is it that obvious?” He sighed quietly, “I guess it would be good to have dinner with Uncle Zhang. But I can only imagine his reaction once he realises it’s only me. Or why it is only the two of us.” Zhang Fei was a happy-go-lucky man—assuming you were on his good side that is. And Liu Shan was, sadly, never highly regarded by the general. He knew that he saw Liu Shan as weak, as inferior to his father. Oh how he’d love to prove him wrong one day. But that was, quite frankly, a battle for another time. Another battle was awaiting him already.

“PLEASE tell me we’re not bring wine AGAIN. Otherwise the only thing I’ll learn from him is the miracles of alcohol and how it can improve your fighting abilities whilst magically attracting other drunkards to fight you. If I’m going to be the one who’s doing this dinner thing, I’m choosing the gift. No offence, father, but your sworn brother is enough trouble when he’s not drunk.”

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Font name: The Borders

This is the final version of the font I made, I gave it a very rough like texture to give it a bit of an edge that makes it look like the letters where drawn onto a wall since most of the big Arabic calligraphy pieces are painted on walls. I know there are a few inconsistencies in the design of the letters but I think overall I am close to the outcome desired. The reason as to why I named the font “The Borders” is because when traveling through the checkpoints separating a certain area to another’s borders when in Lebanon most of the walls were covered with graffiti  and calligraphy. The font is supposed to capture that, its supposed to encompass the elegance of Arabic calligraphy along with the edge and roughness of the graffiti on the walls.

Those are the illustrations I made to showcase the font I made, I tried to replicate a bit of the feel the Hamed Sinno posters I posted earlier. I also chose a very game oriented thematic because a lot of the images I took during the first assignment were of fonts used in video games and wanted to see the outcome of combining a font inspired with Arabic calligraphy alongside with videogame characters.

Font name: The Borders

This is the final version of the font I made, I gave it a very rough like texture to give it a bit of an edge that makes it look like the letters where drawn onto a wall since most of the big Arabic calligraphy pieces are painted on walls. I know there are a few inconsistencies in the design of the letters but I think overall I am close to the outcome desired. The reason as to why I named the font “The Borders” is because when traveling through the checkpoints separating a certain area to another’s borders when in Lebanon most of the walls were covered with graffiti  and calligraphy. The font is supposed to capture that, its supposed to encompass the elegance of Arabic calligraphy along with the edge and roughness of the graffiti on the walls.

In LA, Art Fairs Go Rogue: stARTup Art Fair and Paramount Ranch 3
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Article: Pamela Guerra
Photos: Pamela Guerra / Courtesy of Kathy Aoki / Courtesy of Dana DeKalb & Jane Fisher

Art fair fatigue happens to the best of us. I’m a recent veteran of the Frieze New York circuit, and I can say from firsthand experience that just one lap around one fair, be it tent, industrial space, or gymnasium, is enough to have you crawling towards your next subway nap. So for my first LA art fair season, I decided to eschew the white walls and polished floors of the major events to attend just two fairs–ones that were a bit off the beaten path.

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Brady is one funny guy. I don’t know how Maribelle managed to rear up that baby, but their conversations are funny as hell. I like how Brady’s rough around the edges, but has a bit of this and that of Mari’s quirks.

I paired my Mari with Ricken so it’s funny how the support chat works for father and son. Ricken can’t get a word in and Brady pretty much looks like he’s going to hurl something at Ricken. Hahaha I’m enjoying this very much.

On a side note: Owain is such a lovely son for Lissa. I like their whole support chat from C - A. ❤️

anonymous asked:

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Syndra smirks

“Well, let’s get down to business.”

// I can’t believe you

She uses a hand to note how many she has ticked off her list, just to keep track.

// Please don’t do this

“Rough play, Domination, Small bits of BDSM, reacharound, biting and marking, edging to name a few.”

// Please stop

“Sensory Deprivation, handjobs and blowjobs both taken and given, kissing during sex.”

She looks off into space.

 // Please don’t do this

“And has a small liking to Daddies.”

// I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU DID THAT

“Shush you, the Anon needed to know, you brought yourself to this suffering.”

// someone please kill me…

“Have fun with this knowledge every-”

// SHUT UP

This is a poem. Or something.

Unresolved. Slightly undissolved.

Attacks and defenses, but no one has won.

Words and intentions start to fade, start to blur, and I don’t know.

I don’t know anything except

I like your eyes when they’re happy.


We’re all brainwashed a little bit.

Your spines poke and the surrounding walls are rough.

Your hard edges make me feel soft.

I start to crumble at the force of the wind, and it’s nothing new.

You remind me that I’m weak.


I try to see you, but I’m not that adept.

What’s just in my head? What’s real?

Paranoia. Questions of loyalty. 

Your self-esteem casts its eyes down at mine.

The judgements makes me wonder

how much 

you even care

about me.

I don’t know. I only know

I like your eyes when they’re happy.

i wanted to do something along the lines of a fusion call but then it occurred to me that the only time ive ever shown my gemsonas was over a year ago in a skype chat lol

but anyways here is the lovely Thorianite shes a little rough around the edges and may get a bit too over confident even a lil flirty but over all shes a hard worker whose very protective of her friends and loves things anywhere as near as fluffy as her rip

over skirtless ver

No idea why but I had one of those nights where I woke up TERRIBLY nauseated in the middle of the night.  It wasn’t too bad this time, I ate a few saltines and had a little water and it passed fairly quickly, thank goodness, but it left my nerves on edge.  And my sinuses are a bit wonky this am and my throat a little rough.  Its probably related.  The take-away is that yet again I got some sleep, but I don’t feel like there was a whole lotta ‘rest’ involved.  

I don’t know how many nights I can keep this up before it turns into a big problem.  I can’t keep functioning and completing all the daily tasks on my plate each day if I never actually manage to rejuvenate at all.  This is probably the 4th night running, now.  I think I’m going to have to schedule a day off work to rest soon and I’m not happy about it.  The people who I will be leaving to deal with stuff are the least sympathetic.  

Jeanette’s husband has been chatting with me more lately since Scott and I got her flowers and the get well card last week when she was in hospital.  Yesterday he told me quite a bit about how they feel about people and suffice to say, we agree on a lot.  There are people who are kind and have class… and then there are those that don’t.  The ones I need to clear it with for a rest day - don’t.

I have no plans for today.  I’m too tired to even think about working on anything.  Its supposed to be warmer.  If that holds true, I think I’ll just take the dogs on a meandering walk at lunch and try to clear my head a bit.  Give them some fresh air and attention.  Give me some fresh air and movement.  Try to let it all go for an hour.  It won’t work, but I can try.