my life could be beautiful

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Bullet Journal Quotes

Since my planner starts July 2016 and ends July 2017 I’ve been using it as a bullet journal for the summer until I start school again next week. I’ve been writing quotes, tips and odd bits of information in the space for each day instead of homework. Now it’s the end of summer I have collected a lot of quotes that I hope you guys might like. They may seem random but they do correspond with what i did or was feeling on the day.

Plato
“The beginning is the most important part of the work.”
“Love is a serious mental disease.”

Socrates
“No man has the right to be an amateur in the matter of physical training. It is a shame for a man to grow old without seeing the beauty and strength of which his body is capable.”

Buddha
“What we do today is what matters most.”
“To keep the body in good health a duty, otherwise we shall not be able to keep our mind strong and clear.”

William Shakespeare 
“The course of true love did run smooth.”

Oscar Wilde
“The books that the world calls immoral are are the books that show the world it’s shame.”
“They’ll tell you that dreams can come true but forget to mention that nightmares are dreams too.”
“Be yourself, everyone else is already taken.”

H.G.Wells
“Human history becomes more and more a race between education and catastrophe.”

Jane Austen
“One half of the world cannot understand the pleasures of the other.”

J.R.R Tolkien
“Little by little, one travels far.”

Neil Gaiman
“I like stories where women save themselves.”

C.S.Lewis 
“Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes but when you look back everything is different.”

Stephen King
“Talent is cheaper than table salt. What separates the talented individual from the successful one is a lot of hard work.”

William Arthur Ward 
“The price of excellence is discipline. The cost of mediocrity is disappointment.”

Audrey Hepburn
“Remember, if you ever need a helping hand, you’ll find one at the end of your arm. As you grow older you will discover you have two hands - one for helping yourself, the other for helping others.”

Abraham Lincoln
“I will study and get ready and perhaps my chance will come.”

Theodore Roosevelt
“Nothing in the world is worth having or worth doing unless it means effort, pain, difficulty.” 

Thomas Jefferson
“Never spend money before you have it.”

Thomas Edison
“I have not failed, I just found 10,000 ways that didn’t work.”

Nelson Mandela
“It always seems impossible until it’s done.”

Salvador Dali
“I don’t do drugs. I am drugs.”

Winnie the Pooh
“Life is a journey to be experienced, not a problem to be solved.”

Morticia Addams (Addams Family Values)
“Normal is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly.”

Clara Oswald (Doctor Who)
“The souffle isn’t the souffle - the souffle is in the recipe.”

The Doctor (Doctor who, Series 2, Episode 3: Tooth and Claw)
“You want weapons? We’re in a library! Books! The best weapons in the world.”

Dr Hannibal Lecter (Hannibal, Series 2, Episode 4: Takiawase)  
“I’ve always found the idea of death comforting. The thought that my life could end at any moment frees me to fully appreciate the beauty and art and horror that this world has to offer.”

Sirius Black (Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix: Movie)
“We’ve all got both light and darkness inside of us. What matters is the part we choose o act on, that’s who we really are.”

Luna Lovegood (Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix)

Harley Quinn (Suicide Squad)
“Harley Quinn, nice to meetcha. Love your perfume. What is that: the stench of death?” 

Welcome to the Night Vale (twitter)
“Death is only the end if you assume the story is about you.”

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Our progress was slow and awkward through the mud, but we staggered forward, drifting into the rush of kids moving out, heading toward the gate that was blown wide open.

my favourite moment in the new beauty & the beast was when madam gardrobe “attacked” the three village ruffians by dressing them up in gowns & putting make up on them & two of them shrieked & ran but the third smiled & Served his Look right back at her 

You could set fire to all the stars that have been extinct for an eternity.
—  Melwowz
Both of them were sitting on that bench in the garden.
She said with her half broken teeth, “So, it’s been 50 years to our marriage and we’re still together. Looks like my beauty still enthralls you even today.”
He with his set of half broken teeth replied, “Well, yeah it’s your inner beauty which always enthralled me. Even 50 years back I only married you for that. I knew your inner beauty could hold me for all my life. Physically you look like a piece of old furniture so don’t let that get to your head”, and he laughed out loud.
She joined him and both kept giggling and wished each other on their anniversary.
Anyone looking from far would mistake them for a couple that had just fallen in love.
They looked just so complete together like they didn’t need anybody else to add anything to their lives.
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They got old, but their love was still as if new. 

Wait, something’s not right here…

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He hesitates. “It’s not about her or me being able to live alone,” he says. “We could. My life was beautiful before I met her. Her life was beautiful before she met me. It’s about our lives being more beautiful with us together.”
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Genre: Smut, university!AU, FWB!AU (slight angst?)
Word count: 4331
Description: You don’t know a lot about the man you share your bed with and it doesn’t necessarily bother you. However such things are never meant to last, which makes you question what the outcome with Jeon Jungkook will be in the end.
Warnings: Mature content
Author’s note: I just got hit with inspiration to write something with Jungkook and this was the outcome. Also, FWB is one of my favorite AUs so I just had to give it a try myself. :D

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Music Series: The Way You Look Tonight by Tony Bennett

I love that you sent me this request, thank you! (And requests may be sent however any of you prefer, no problem!) This is one of my favorite romantic songs (romantic songs are indeed different from love songs…love songs you hear, romantic songs you feel, imo), although I tend to listen to the Tony Bennett version. I am such a hopeless romantic, and this song always makes me feel like maybe I’m not the last of a dying breed of hopeless romantics left in the world.

The first time I remember hearing this song was when Dermot Mulroney sang it to Julia Roberts in My Best Friend’s Wedding…yes, I’m a tried and true, diehard Rom-Com geek. I’ve loved the song ever since. Perfect tune for a Harry story so I hope you all like it!

Here is “The Way You Look Tonight” (slightly different but not much from Frank Sinatra), by Tony Bennett. You can hear this version of the song on my Spotify Playlist, I Love You Long Time, Here.

Mwah! xo

Shelli

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Someday, when I’m awfully low

When the world is cold

I will feel a glow just thinking of you

And the way you look tonight

As you pull up in the drive of the home you and Harry share, you smile, knowing from his earlier text that he has made some sort of plans for your anniversary tonight.

Happy anniversary, babe. Be ready by 8. I love you.’ was all it said, but you loved Harry’s surprises. He put so much thought into them, it made you feel bad sometimes that you couldn’t come up with such great ways to surprise him in return. But the new dress and lingerie you bought would be a surprise for him, you just hoped it was in the ballpark of as good as his surprise.

You walk into the house and find a note on the table just inside the door, and read it.

Please go straight to the guest bedroom and I will pick you up at 8.’

You giggle at how he made it sound like he was driving to your house to pick you up for the date, but you obey, not wanting to thwart his plans in any way. You take your things to the bedroom, seeing he has taken your personal care items into the bathroom for you to use, and immediately begin getting ready for your ‘date’. You smile that he has placed ‘his’ favorite perfume that you wear on the vanity, hinting for you to wear it.

Oh, but you’re lovely

With your smile so warm

And your cheek so soft

There is nothing for me but to love you

Just the way you look tonight

Every now and then as you ready yourself, you hear a noise from another room and assume it’s Harry making sure everything is perfect for the evening. You had finished getting ready quickly and was impatiently pacing the floor, listening with your ear to the door as it got closer to 8 p.m., hoping to hear a hint of what he was planning. You assumed maybe he was taking you to your favorite restaurant, a romantic drive in the moonlight, maybe a cozy make-out in front of the fireplace. But you were excited at the anticipation of not knowing. He had a knack for really surprising you, to the point of bringing tears to your eyes.

At 8 o’clock sharp you hear a knock at the door and walk to it, opening it with a smile on your face. When you first see him, Harry is smiling, looking as gorgeous as always, but as his eyes begin to trail from your face, slowly down your body, and back up again, the smile disappears and astonishment takes his stare.

“Baby, you’re so beautiful,” he says, walking to stand directly in front of you, taking your hands in his and kissing you gently. You had looked for weeks for the perfect dress for your anniversary, remembering the hint of one Harry had mentioned seeing you in, in a dream he had, that turned him on to the point of waking up in full salute and begging you to wake up, too, as you felt his erection burying against your hip. You thought maybe you found a dress that matched it well and paired it with a pair of hooker heels, that Harry had laughed about from his dream. “Oh my god…so beautiful,” he said, unable to take his eyes off of you. His lips found yours again, and after a moment of realizing Harry was becoming erect already, you lightly push him away.

“Is this our date? Standing in the guest room doorway while we kiss? Not complaining, just wondering,” you giggle.

“Oh! No, sorry…just…wow, babe,” he kisses you again, then takes your hand.

With each word your tenderness grows

Tearing my fears apart

And that laugh that wrinkles your nose

Touches my foolish heart

As you step out into the hallway, you see the hallway floor covered with rose petals. You look at Harry in shock and smile. He smiles from ear to ear, knowing the first of his surprises has pleased you, then takes your hand and walks you through the hallway and down the stairs into the dining room, where a beautiful dinner is sitting, waiting for the two of you. Soft music plays in the background, the lights dimmed, and a bottle of your favorite wine chilling in a bucket of ice.

“Harry! It’s all so beautiful!” you say, wrapping your arms around his waist and holding him closely to you, feeling his kiss against your head.

“Nothing is as beautiful as my baby tonight,” he says, still barely able to take his eyes off of you.

You both sit and enjoy the meal, his eyes rarely wandering from you, his hand resting on your leg throughout the entire meal, then Harry takes your hand and leads you to an open area of the living room, where he has once again scattered more rose petals. He must have spent a fortune on roses alone.

Harry grabs the remote off the table and changes the music to a beautiful, romantic song that you both love and consider “your song” as it was the first song you ever danced to together.

“May I have this dance, sweetheart?” Harry asks you sweetly. He smiles as he sees the tears well up in your eyes with your smile shining. Harry draws you close to him, holding you against his body, kissing your skin as you both sway to the music.

You think this evening could never be more perfect. You are in the arms of the man you love with all of your heart, being treated like a princess at a ball, knowing he loves you as much as you love him. You notice at some point as he holds you to the rhythm of the music, that he wipes a tear from his eye. You smile at him and kiss his cheek.

“I want to tell you something,” he says to you as you dance.

“Okay?” you say, wiping a tear from the corner of your own eye.

“The night I met you, the first time I ever saw you…I thought you must be the most lovely creature I had ever laid eyes on,” he says, looking into your eyes. “I was so nervous. I thought I never had a chance with you. I was so happy when you seemed to really like me, too. And you let me take you home. And you let me kiss you at your door.” He smiles a huge smile. “God, babe, I was in heaven. I had such a swarm of butterflies in my stomach…and they’ve never left. They remind me all the time how much I love you. When I saw you on the other side of the bedroom door tonight, there they were, flittering around at seeing you all over again.”

You chuckle as you wipe another tear, listening to his sentiment.

“I knew then that I was going to do absolutely anything and everything to have you in my life. And here we are….sharing a home and our lives together. Thank you. I have the most beautiful person in my life I could ever hope for. And I hope I never see another day without you.”

Harry leans in to you and kisses you softly, his hand finding your cheek and guiding your kiss to his. You feel him tug your bottom lip between his own before slipping his tongue to meet yours, tasting you as if it were once again the first time. His kiss was so tender but deep, that as he pulled away slowly, you clicked your tongue in unknowing retaliation, searching for his again, as he licked your lip quickly then looked at you again.

“So beautiful, baby,” he whispered, before taking your hand, leaving the dinner mess for later, and guiding you to the master suite, where the rose petals continued, creating a path to your bed as they sprinkle the cover.

Harry kisses you almost desperately as he lays you backward onto the bed, lightly rubbing his nose against yours, his body covering yours as he nips at your jaw.

“You look so beautiful…” he whispers. “I love you…”

“I love you,” you return.

“Happy anniversary, baby,” he tells you once again.

“Happy anniversary, love,” you answer.

Lovely

Never, ever change

Keep that breathless charm

Won’t you please arrange it

‘Cause I, I love you

Just the way you look tonight

Just the way you look tonight…

Persuasion, and hope

I was just reflecting on what an uplifting story Persuasion is, despite its bleak beginnings and stark lines between heroes and villains. As Austen’s last novel, some critics have dared to attack it for containing lesser subtlety—almost a fairytale of sorts. While I’ll have to defend fairytales another time, I’d like to defend Persuasion against a jab about its subtlety.

It isn’t a typical happy ending tale. This isn’t a case of a princess having a fleeting meeting with her prince, a brief period of disappointment and longing, and then bliss. This story comes to us after eight years of Anne Elliot’s suffering. She didn’t have just a fleeting meeting; she had a real chance at love, and threw it away.

Elizabeth Bennet arrives on the scene not yet one-and-twenty, never having been in love. Marianne Dashwood has probably thought she was in love half-a-dozen times.  

But Anne. Anne screwed up. Now, I don’t blame her—she was young. She was basically unsupported in every area of her life except by one, much older friend who was basically a surrogate mother figure—and that’s the voice that told her to let go of Wentworth the first time around. I don’t blame Anne for listening to that voice.

But can you imagine the guilt? The misery of looking around at your foppish father and your querulous sisters, and thinking, I chose this? And eight, eight years go by. Reinforcing the permanence of that choice every day.

I guess I resonate with this because I feel like one of my greatest fears is missed chances. As if I, like Anne, listened to the wrong advice and threw love away before I knew what it was. Or maybe I never got the opportunity because there’s something wrong with me—I’m just trapped by a refrain that, this is my life, this is my life, so nothing good and unexpected and beautiful could happen…

What a hopeless refrain! Yet it permeates much of Persuasion…because after eight years, Wentworth returns…and seemingly wants nothing to do with Anne. Yes, we can imagine her bitterly thinking (for even Anne, with her patience and goodness and sweetness, had some bitterness mixed in by the force of cruel circumstances)—this is my life. He comes back, he doesn’t want her, he throws the possibility of a relationship with a younger, spunkier woman in her face—and Anne just has to suffer through it. She has no one to confide in, no one who is looking at her. The one person who she might have shared everything with is angry with her. And one of the sharpest truths is that he is still in love with her, and that’s where his anger comes from—but all she can see is his indifference, because as every woman knows, we can’t see inside men’s heads.

It seems so hopeless.

And then. Anne keeps living, because this is her life. She sucks it up, she continues to be patient, to be good. She doesn’t wallow, as much as she probably wants to. And it is that persistence that shows Captain Frederick Wentworth what he’s missing—that resentment isn’t going to mend his heart, she is–and he cannot live without her. This is his life, and he can’t imagine Anne not in it.

They get their happy ending. And I get a bit of hope—all of us readers do, if we are struggling with the mundane realities of every day, with the fear that we blew our big chance at a golden future.

Of course our lives aren’t novels. (At least, they haven’t inspired any yet). But our lives are not without hope. And the uplifting message of Persuasion is that sometimes living out the lives we have is what draws in the sunshine we have felt so lacking for so long.