Marin (who is Marinette, who is actually a girl but was turned to the opposite gender by a villain) was just chilling in his room when he saw Chat Noir outside his window, he panicked and ran to his bathroom. Marin knew that he shouldn’t be seen by Chat Noir (because the magic in the cat suit lets him see the truth) without his Ladybug suit. It’s a known fact that the villain turned only one person in town into a guy and that’s Ladybug! Chat Noir walked into Marin’s bedroom and told Marin to evacuate because it turns out an akuma attacked one of the customer downstairs in his parents’ bakery. So this happened. The only way out for Marin was to turn himself into Ladybug. Ladybug explained to Chat Noir that he took Marin to some where safe. The point is Marin’s (or shall I say Marinette’s) identity is still safe!
LOVE’S DEEPER COMMITMENT~~
Let’s not commit to a future together. The future is so unknown, and we are so fluid, and tired of pretending that we know.
Our thoughts and feelings are ever-changing, uncontrollable, like a wild ocean of love.
Our desires wax and wane; our dreams are born and die in every moment.
Let’s not commit to a form of love. The forms are always shifting, like the tides.
We do not need security here. We are not seeking comfort, but Truth.
Let’s make a deeper commitment; one that cannot be broken or lost.
To presence. To meeting in the here-and-now.
To bringing all of ourselves. To knowing, and letting ourselves be known.
To telling the truth, today; knowing that our truth may change tomorrow.
To bowing before each other, even if our hearts are broken and tender.
No promises, no guarantees.
Loving takes courage! Yes!
For love is a field, not a form. Let us commit to the field, remember the field in every moment of our precious days on this Earth.
In ten years’ time, we may still be together. We may have children. We may live together, or live apart.
We may never see each other again. This may be our last day.
If we are honest, we really do not know; not knowing is our Home.
We may be friends, or lovers, or strangers, or family, or we may remain undefined, beyond narrative, our love unable to be captured in words.
Here at the edge of the known, on the line that once divided sanity from madness, and doubt from certainty, we play, we dance, we drink tea, we touch each other, we cry, we laugh, we meet.
We sacrifice comfort and predictability. But what we gain is astonishing: This tremendous sense of being alive. No longer numb to the mysteries of love, the mysteries of our bodies.
A little raw, perhaps. A little shaky. Maybe a little disoriented, but perhaps this is the price of being totally free.
Maybe an old part of us still seeks mommy or daddy, that Magic Person who will never leave, always be there, take away the loneliness repressed in our guts. Loving that frightened part too; bowing to that part too, but no longer being controlled by it.
And they will ask:
What about your future?
What happens if you have children?
How the hell do you define yourselves?
Why are you afraid of commitment?
Why do you run from security? Comfort? Future?
They will say you are crazy, or you don’t understand love, or you are lost, or you are unloving and selfish, and you will smile, and understand their fear, for their fear was once yours, and you cannot abandon your path now.
And nobody has to walk with you. Ever.
At some point, only Truth will satisfy. A living Truth, renewing itself each and every moment, the wild Truth of the open heart.
When Love and Truth are One, when the Commitment is deeply rooted in the breath, we can finally face each other without resentment, and explode into the most melancholy sunsets, held in the most profound joy.
Walking alone, together, alone.
One time that you allowed yourself to give in to your desires; indulge in your weaknesses. Both always pertaining to the man above you now.
There was a coarse line of heat where Jiyong’s stubble ridden cheek drew across your neck. Using the fine point of his jaw to trace a line under each breast, before speckling them with lazy kisses and languid licks that left your lips parted and knees caving up until your legs were locked against his waist.
Wendy Williams: “I like Jason Derulo but he aint no Chris Brown…I like August Alsina but he aint no Chris Brown. There are no R&B singers nipping at Chris’s feet he’s in his own lane.”
I Don’t like Wendy Williams but I was like yass bitch you better speak the damn truth about these other guys and let it be known that none of them are going to replace Chris in R&B ever because they are just not on that level…Thank you Wendy for having some sense yesterday
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