my-heart-stopped

I realize this is the internet and once I’ve made the decision to put something in this space that it’s no longer private, but it makes me SUPER uncomfortable when people I don’t know not only reblog one of my IKLFYITSP photos, but also when they do so without the caption.

They’re stripping away the meaning of something that is mine, and I don’t like it. At all.

Yummy dinner

Made chicken, brown rice, and brusell sprouts tonight.

I tend to drive people crazy cooking because I don’t measure things and I often just toss things in with a “Yeah this sounds good” attitude. Also, I don’t use timers.

BUT ANYWAYS.

I made these sprouts tonight and they’re THE BOMB.COM YEAH LOOK AT ME BRINGING BACK THE 90s. *whispers* the 90s never left, it lives within us always.

So, put the spouts in a pan, add a bit of water, soy sauce, honey, and red pepper flakes and do the sizzle sizzlly thing with them until they’re cooked.

A Story About a Girl

I’ve never understood love

Not in the way most do

An explosion of emotion

A tidal wave of titillating chills

That run up and down your spine

In the exact course that my fingers long for

A whirling storm

It soaks your form 

In a warm embrace

Yes love is a pleasant dream from which 

You never wish to wake

But if love is a stream

You would float along

While I fight not to drown in the lake


I couldn’t possibly comprehend love

Such an unfathomable splendor could not be 

Described by a simple writer

Such as I


But I can try


What comes next is the truth

Not a fable, nor lore

A tale about a girl

Who taught me the words

To describe true love

She etched them onto my skin

And breathed them into my lungs

Her skin seared with a passion

That scorched my fingertips in the best way

My lips caressed her skin and tingled at the touch

Every moment of contact was an electric shock

Stopping my heart and jolting me back to life

And like a dying man I clung to her

My cure

Much like an addict

I could never get enough

Constantly seeking her presence

Without her I went through withdrawal


But I’m getting ahead of myself

You see

This story doesn’t begin with love

It begins with a girl 


A dancer

She moved with a grace I’d never seen in a human being

The kind of grace reserved for fawns and flutterbys

She swayed as if a symphony played for her alone

And every step was choreographed

The world was watching and the earth was her stage

She was the kind to dance in the rain

Face to the skies

Palms turned upwards

As if to say


“Is that all you’ve got?”

Fucking neighbor kids with black cat fireworks popping them off. Everytime it happens, I jump and my heart stops for a second.

I hate fireworks.

triles-sass Appreciation Post

I just finished watching the Hangout. And I have lots of feelings all thanks to long time Triles fan, Wren.

When I saw triles-sass‘ picture pop up, my heart stopped for a second because it confirmed that someone from Team Triles got accepted. I was hoping from the start that he would make it. And his fashionably late entrance in the Hangout couldn’t have been more perfect because Lyle was obviously bummed out that no one said that Tristan was their favourite character. Thanks for correcting that, Wren! Lyle telling you how much he loved you was the highlight for me… until the end. 

The pièce de résistance was when Wren made the last question count. Not only did we get a tease about one of Tristan’s future storyline in 14B, but according to Lyle’s answer re: ‘is Triles over?’, he said “nothing can be ruled out.” I especially loved the “growing in the right way” comment because that’s what we need to see them do the most.

And this gives me so much hope for Triles. Thank you, Wren.

I feel as if I have aged 50 years!

One of the pack ponies was spooked by something and jumped into the Hoarwell River in fright. My nanaddan, in their foolishness, dove after the pony, nearly drowning themselves in the act! I could feel my heart nearly stop (as well as their mother screaming at me).

They managed to bring the pony back to shore and we helped them get out of the water. My nanaddan look more waterlogged than most fish but at least they are safe.

The packs that the pony was carrying, however, have been washed away. Unfortunately, those packs held most of what was the last of our food.

god christina aguilera was at disneyland just a week ago if i saw xtina walking around disneyland i can confirm that my heart would in fact stop beating 

anonymous asked:

sorry but- LET ME JUST SCREAM UNCONTROLLABLY THAT ISRAEL IS IN

(I leGIMATELY FELT LIKE MY HEART STOPPED FOR A MOMENT WHEN THERE WAS ONLY ONE SLOT FOR THE FINALS LEFT

I’m very happy omg <3)

anonymous asked:

Dude in that video you just posted they said he gushed 'I love you' and im pretty sure my heart stopped right then.

Yooooooo same I’m like “YAS BITCH YAS YOU KNOW YOU LOVE HER YAS”