my heart my brain

  • my brain: what should you be doing right now, millie?
  • me: finishing off my politics presentation that i have to give tomorrow
  • my brain: and what are you actually doing?
  • me: deleting the fic i had written for day 2 of robron week and writing a completely new one...
  • my brain: and how much do you regret this?
  • me: NOT. AT. ALL.

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susan/frieda + strength

I was looking up pictures of the Jedi council room and I couldn’t help noticing Obi-Wan in every shot because while everyone else sits very formally and/or a bit awkwardly we have Obi-Wan just half laying on one arm like he’s in some sort of photo shoot. 

I mean, look at his body language compared to the others:

Then, there is of course this one: 

Obi-Wan, what are you doing.

Honestly. The leg. Why.

every night, i dream of you. every. single. night. see, it’s bad enough that my heart yearns for you during the day, now my brain dreams of you every night. so what do i do when you’re either in my heart or on my mind 24/7?
my brain and my heart are at war. see, my brain is telling me to let you go but my heart is asking for one more second, one more day, one more moment.

More Pabbi!Glæpur Au which is what I guess I’m calling it, b/c I have a basic outline down, and I am self-indulging like no tomorrow, and I cannot even begin to regret it.

do not think for a second a baby would slow this boy’s crime

I think I like my brain best
in a bar fight with my heart.
I think I like myself a little broken,
with rough edges, a little harder
to grasp. I like poetry
better than therapy anyway.
The poems never judge me
for healing wrong.
—  Clementine von Radics
The tragedies of my body have made the soul inside it more comfortable

It was not home until I
made a mess. I cried until my face
was numb, kissed a stranger and
carried him like a marble under my tongue.
My left knee pops every
other step and my jaw should be broken by now.
Forgive the stranger I become
after I want to forget you. ‘Forget’ sounds too close to 'forgive’
But both seem to have the same
ending. When the body takes notes on
how greed changes posture,
I’ll remember you as someone worth