no more tissues

i have spent so long bracing myself for the collision
that i have forgotten what softness felt like.
forgotten that love doesn’t have to be 3am speeding
with the windows down and my ribs in my throat
and my heart between your fingertips. i have forgotten
how to kiss without tasting blood, without drawing it too.
 
it’s just that holding your hand feels like tying myself
to a shipwreck and i’ve lost too much fighting to breathe
to risk going under the waves again. it’s just that
at this point i’m more scar tissue than girl,
more ashes than flame. it’s just that i’ve spent
so long falling, i’ve forgotten what it means to fly.
—  collision theory | a.c. | check out my poetry chapbook unmythologize!

I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

—  Clementine von Radics, Mouthful of Forevers
Sick

 

Another sneeze, nose running so you had to reach for more tissues, stuffy head, Lord you were barely gonna last the afternoon if this kept up. Why’d you even come into work anyways? Not like things couldn’t have been taken care of in the comfort of your own apartment. But then it’d remind you of the reason you came in today in the first place. Loneliness, granted you weren’t totally alone. Nat, Clint and Sam stayed home from this last mission so company wasn’t the issues. No it’s who you want there more than anything else. To keep you warm, hold you close, kiss your forehead and tell you everything’s going to be okay.

Course the honeymoon stage should’ve worn off by now as Tony has said more than a few times over the past several months; given the fact you and Bucky have been together for going on three years. Though you can’t help it and only hoped Bucky felt the same. Thoughts are interrupted by another coughing fit that rattles your lungs and has you gasping for breath and the desk in front of you.

“Damn sweetheart you don’t sound so good,” Sam’s deep voice reaches your ears right as you blow your sore nose for what felt like the thousandth time today.

Glaring, before tossing the tissues out, “Thanks for the boost in confidence birdman, I’ll be sure to fix my makeup later.”

“That’s not what I meant Y/N,” rolling expressive chocolate eyes, Sam perches a hip on the end of your desk, arms crossed, while giving you the once over. “You look sick.”

“And he takes another shot,” groaning when two more sneezes land in the hastily grabbed tissues. “Insults gonna stop anytime soon Wilson?”

“Woman,” he all but growls, then chuckles seeing the half smirk on your lips, which turns into a frown at the next couching fit. “Seriously Y/N, you need to get home, meds, soup and sleep,” worry seeping into his tone.

“I’ll be fine Sam, promise,” soft groan leaving your lips as you sit up, sore muscle being pulled from coughing so much.

Shaking his head, “Not taking no for an answer sweetness. I won’t have that walking icicle you call a boyfriend rip me a new one for not taking care of you.”

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I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

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I remember that I told @niklisson I would have a Solas heartbreak tissue-box to dry the tears of my fellow Solavellan-hell residents? xD
Maybe the box whispers “Vhenan” everytime a tissue is taken out of it.

Idk I’m too tired to make sense anymore ahaha.

The second pic has no background, if you want to use it. (Just credit me)

anonymous asked:

Victor making something small and sweet like a tissue flower and giving to to drunk Yuuri and he ends up crying over it because of how cute and sweet it is and how much he loves Victor

“It’s so beautiful,” Yuuri whispers, staring down at it with wide eyes, as though it’ll disappear if he looks away.

Victor glances at the tables to his right, which have white tablecloths draped over them and about a thousand more colorful tissue flowers scattered across them. Then, he glances at one of those many, many flowers that he’d given to Yuuri. “You like it?”

“Lovely like you, Vitya,” he whispers, and looks up slowly, meeting his eyes with a serious expression. “Just like you.”

Victor glances at Christophe, who is watching them with unconcealed amusement. “Thank you,” he says.

Yuuri hugs him, pressing his cheek to Victor’s chest. Apparently, he no longer cares about the flower, because it falls from his loose fingers to the floor. “I love you more than flowers love the sun.”

“Poetic,” Christophe comments, then walks away.

“You’re like the sun,” Yuuri is slurring now, turning his head so that his nose is buried in Victor’s shirt instead of his cheek. “Because you’re always there, Vitya.” A second later, Victor realizes that he’s sniffling. “You’re always there, just like the sun. And hot. Hot like the sun.”

“Interesting connection, Yuuri,” he answers, wrapping both arms around him.

“Not on fire, though,” Yuuri adds. “And I’m glad you’re not on fire. I don’t know what I’d do if you were on fire.”

He chuckles. “You’d get water, I hope.”

“You’re not supposed to… Not supposed to put water directly on a fire,” Yuuri advises. “That’d hurt you more, Vitya. Put the water on the edges. Like here.” He pokes his arm. Then, he pulls away, still in Victor’s grip, and looks up at him with his head tilted adorably to the side. “What were we talking about?”

“Nothing, solnyshko. Nothing at all.”

Fanart for my new bae Sakuya
Tools
Daler Rowney 300gsm watercolor papper
Holbein artist watercolor
Holbein Irodori
Holbein Drawing Ink
Holbein brushes no.3 & 8
Holbein artist watercolor Yufushi set
(A lot of water and tissue =)) )

Find more drawings of mine –> #akanojikan’s art

Here’s what ultimately gets me about claiming that Kylo MUST be headed towards redemption “because Anakin!!!11!1” (brilliant argument):

Anakin fell to the dark side because he desperately wanted to save his family. Kylo, on the other hand? He’s not “falling” to the dark side. This fucker is diving in head first and actively trying to destroy his family in the process.

Certain parts of this fandom need to take a break from imagining what it’s like to smell Adam Driver’s hair and actually think about the difference.

I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.
—  Clementine von Radics
Confession #1,983

People don’t seem to understand just how scary asthma can be. They assume we can’t look after ourselves and we do it to ourselves. That we’re just lazy and need to go to the gym and do some cardio. They don’t know that every time we have an attack, every time something goes wrong we suffocate. It’s like drowning on dry land and with every attack, more lung tissue gets damaged, more measures need to be taken to keep us alive. Every time we wonder if this is it. If this is the attack that will finally kill us. And then for the doctors to assume we’re idiots. Because they don’t seem to understand that we have other things, other conditions that make asthma worse. That even though we take our meds, things aren’t working. And then the specialists tell you that nothing is wrong, that they don’t know why things are the way they are. I’m scared. I’m scared that one day this disease will kill me. That I’ll suffocate and I will die. And I’m scared

Man flu 😷

Hey love bugs !
Dan x reader gender neutral
Warnings ⚠️fluff

I don’t know if I really like this one. Please send requests! Love ya

Man flu was running rampant in your home. Dan and Phil both had a bad case of the sniffles and had returned back to the state of small boys needing there every whim taken care of. Phil was finally on the mend from a full week of “literally dying.” But your man child boyfriend Dan was not getting over the cold that easily. You loved Dan with all your heart. You truly did like caring for him but he was starting to become a bit vexing.

“Baby, I need more tissues. Can you make sure you buy the lotion ones this time. My nose is on fire.” Dan would say waving the empty box around with a sad look on his face. He kinda reminded you of a sad puppy in an spca commercial. So helpless and needy waiting for your love.

“I will go down to the shop in a few. I’m just finishing up an email to work.” Having a job that you can do from home was perfect. It made you able to travel with the boys where ever, or staying at home with your child Daniel.

“Also when you go, we need more tea.” He says in a sad voice. He was really pulling out all the stops.

“Yes babe I have a list.” You say trying to exit the room once again to finish your work.

“Y/n, I love you.” Dan says with a cough. You smile and blow a kiss his way, finally exiting the room.

Once you came back from the store Dan came to the kitchen to help you unpack the items you had bought. “This isn’t the right soup.” He says pronouncing soup like a three year old.

“It’s the same as the other soup. They just didn’t have the same brand.” You say Turing back to the bags you were putting away.

“It’s not the same y/n.” He says looking like you killed his best friend. Rather then having a conversation about soup. At this point you were wondering if you could make it look like an accident occurred and that the pillow just happen to slip over his face.

“Dan if your going to act like a child I will gladly treat you like one.” You say laying down the law. Dan’s hamster wheel in his brain started turning on deciding wether or not he was going to flight you on this. On one hand he knew he was being a brat. On the other side of things y/n knew he was sick and should help a guy out. He decided that this was not worth a fight. Y/n didn’t have to try fight off sickness brain to come up with witty come backs.

“I’m sorry babe. I am just sick of being sick and I’m taking it out on you. Please forgive me? When I’m better I promise to make it up to you in sexual favours.” He says with a small cough. He of course pulled out his puppy dog eyes praying it will work. Of course it did.

“It’s okay, but if you keep bugging me I may just slip you to many cough pills.” You say with a smirk. You plant a mental note in your head to remember the next time you’re sick to repay the neediness with gusto. “Go lay down and I will make you something warm to drink.” You say. Hopefully it’s only a few more days till he is back to his sassy self.

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Pastel reaction of seeing Curse!TK wearing a tux XDD
someone get her more tissues cuz I’m all out of em -v-

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Pffffffffft omg! How did I not see this?! X’DDD

As I read more about this one marker I looked for in my tissue, the more I’m convinced it was entirely the wrong marker to use for my question but it’s too late to do another stain and I’m just gonna have to spin this in my thesis