our time is fleeting

You’ll never believe me, but one day you’ll realize that love trumps all, that in the final hour of our mortal lives, love is all there is, love is all there will be. In the fleeting fragments of our time here, loving you is all I will remember.
—  To Love and Be Loved, Seraphine
Enjoying the View--Imagine #1

She was beautiful. Gorgeous y/ec eyes always shining bright in the sunlight. I awed at the way her y/hc hair spun around her when she moved, the way the sunlight hit it, turning it into a glowing halo enveloping her head. I wouldn’t doubt her being an angel. I had never seen someone who made my insides melt, but froze my tongue and feet. That’s how I leaned against the tree on the grounds around the school where everyone hung out during school when the weather was nice.

I had never met her. Not officially. She seemed to glide past me, effortlessly, every time I tried to introduce myself. We had three classes together, and I wasn’t exactly a nobody, In fact, I had a large group of friends so some considered me popular. But despite that, y/n didn’t notice me, except for the few times our eyes would meet and I had a fleeting hope that she would come and talk to me, only to be disappointed. She stuck close to her best friend and never intermingled with different cliques. She was a bit of a loner, but she seemed content. Especially as I watched her now, biting into an apple as the fall breeze swept her flowing hair out of her beautiful face. My eyes were stuck on her, everything falling away. And then her eyes met mine.


“Brooo! Yo, man! Where you been?” I tore my gaze from y/n who had quirked an eyebrow at me making my insides twist, to one of my idiot friends, c/f1/n. 

“Dude, he’s still staring at that chick he’s been obsessing over,” c/f2/n said smirking at me. 

“Nah, I was just enjoying the weather,” I lied, gesturing to the leaves that were falling around me. 

“BullllSHIT!” c/f2/n said, making his voice rise comically on the last bit. “You’re whipped, man. I mean, I don’t blame you, she’s a hottie, but she also never really talks to anyone except for her weird best friend.”

The way he talked nonchalantly about y/n rubbed me the wrong way. 

“She’s a lot more than a hottie. She’s really intelligent and have you heard any of her jokes? She’s hilarious. It’s especially cute when she laughs at her own jokes and her eyes crinkle up at the sides and, god, don’t even start me on her voice, I could listen to her all da–What?” I stopped my rambling noticing my friends staring at me in disbelief. 

C/f1/n turned to c/f2/n, exchanging glances that I couldn’t read. 

“You better date her soon because I don’t think I can take your lovesick ass much longer,” C/f1/n laughed at me good-naturedly, patting me on the shoulder. 

“How? I mean she’s her and I’m me and–”

“Exactly! Dude, you’re one of the more popular guys here, just ask her. You overthink way too much. Just flex a little, show her what she’s missing out on if she hesitates,” C/f1/n replied.

“She barely notices me. Popularity doesn’t matter to her. I’m as noticeable as a fly,” I felt my shoulders slouching.

“I mean, flies are pretty noticeable, they’re annoying as fu–,” C/f2/n noticed the death glare I was giving him. “OK, you think she doesn’t stare at you, but she’s sneaky and I’ve seen her doing it, she’s just better at hiding it. She’s doing it right now, bro.”

Sure enough, when I looked across the field she was staring, her eyes seemingly pleading me to come over and talk to her, her perfect lips parted slightly, My stomach tied itself into intricate knots and I felt heat rising to my face. 

“Fuck it,” I huffed under my breath

I charged over to her, watching how her mouth and eyes widened in shock. 

My face was on fire. What was I doing? What. Was. I. DOING?!

“Hi there,” she practically whispered, and hearing her beautiful voice quieted my fears. 

She looked up at me, her eyes soft, trusting. This gaze only encouraged my insanity. I knelt down slightly in front of her and the fall breeze carried her sweet scent of vanilla perfume along with something I could only identify as her natural scent over to me. 

“Hey,” my voice came out steady. So far so good, I thought to myself.

“I like your shirt,” I cringed the moment the words left my lips. Aaand there goes me being smooth.

“Yeah? Was that what you were staring at earlier?” She quirked an eyebrow, moving in closer. Her fingers brushed mine in the dying grass. My stomach lurched. “Or was there something else besides my shirt that you enjoyed about the view.”

Her face was so close. Yet, so far. But I took this time to study her features. The curvature of her upper lip’s cupid’s bow, the perfect wrinkles on her nose that were formed by how she always wrinkled her nose when laughing, the way her eyes had specks of lighter and darker shades of the same color.

“Hmm,” I hummed, losing my insecurities and hesitance in her beauty, her intoxicating scent and presence. 

I traced my fingertip over her one raised eyebrow.

“Your eyebrows.”

My finger ghosted ever so lightly over her eyelids, down under her eye, brushing her eyelashes. She blinked, making them flutter over my skin. The sensation felt strangely good. 

“Your eyes. Your gorgeous, breathtaking y/ec eyes.”

My finger trailed down the bridge of her nose.

“Your cute nose.” My voice dropped to a whisper as my fingertip filled the space between the end of her nose and the beginning of her lips. “But you know what I tend to stare at most?”

“What?” She breathed and I felt her hot breath fan over my hand. Her eyes looked up from my own lips, filled with waves of emotion I could drown in. 

“Your,” I traced my finger over the outline of her lips,”sinfully beautiful…” I replaced where my finger had been over her bottom lip with my lips.My lips were barely touching hers, but still energy and excitement and peace shot through my veins. It felt so right. 


And as my lips formed the ending of the word, I molded them with her insanely soft ones. She let out a soft breath through her nose, that tickled my face and made me smile into the kiss. I was overwhelmed with the fact that I was finally kissing the girl I had liked for so long. I brushed back her hair and gently placed my hand at her neck, pulling her closer. She raked her hands through my own hair, roughing it up. She tasted like the tart apple she bit into before and every dream I ever dared to hope for. 

A/N: This is my first imagine. I know there’s not a lot of talking. That’s not how it’ll always be. I decided to do it from the crush’s POV because thinking of how someone might admire you like you admire them is satisfying, SEND ME REQUESTS PLEASE! :) ~Logan~

dodie clark originals | sentence meme.


  • ❛ i feel like a six out of ten. ❜
  • ❛ i gotta get up early tomorrow again. ❜
  • ❛ what goes on behind the words? ❜
  • ❛ can you see the panic inside? ❜
  • ❛ i’m making you uneasy, aren’t i? ❜
  • ❛ i’ll close my mouth, i won’t say a word. ❜
  • ❛ i know that you don’t want me here. ❜

a non love song from nashville.

  • ❛ it’s time to go back to you know where. ❜
  • ❛ stop, no, you’re not allowed to think that. ❜
  • ❛ don’t imagine what could have been. ❜
  • ❛ just a memory now. ❜
  • ❛ you fool, how dare you trust fate! she’s not that kind. ❜
  • ❛ you stepped off the edge but you didn’t check where you’d fall. ❜
  • ❛ and now look at what you’ve done. ❜
  • ❛ this will all just end in flames. ❜
  • ❛ where’s that self control that you preach? ❜

dear happy.

  • ❛ i missed you dearly. ❜
  • ❛ is our time fleeting? ❜
  • ❛ is even meeting a healthy idea, or am i getting too near? ❜
  • ❛ don’t try to fight it. i’m here for tonight. ❜
  • ❛ and i’ll be waiting for you until we meet again. ❜
  • ❛ i know it’s scary, but don’t be wary. ❜
  • ❛ if we don’t have that long, let’s not waste it feeling wrong. ❜
  • ❛ this isn’t the end, i’m your lifelong friend. ❜
  • ❛ sure, it’s been a while, but i’ll be here when you smile. ❜
  • ❛ would you mind staying? ❜
  • ❛ it’s getting late, but i will visit you soon. ❜
  • ❛ so just try to get through. ❜


  • ❛ i wanna pick you up and scoop you out. ❜
  • ❛ i want the secrets your secrets haven’t found. ❜
  • ❛ paint me in trust, i’ll be your best friend. ❜
  • ❛ call me the one, this night just can’t end. ❜
  • ❛ will you share your soul with me? ❜
  • ❛ unzip your skin and let me have a see. ❜
  • ❛ oh, i’m so human. we’re just human. ❜
  • ❛ lean for me, and i’ll fall back. ❜
  • ❛ you’ll fit so nicely, you’ll keep me intact. ❜
  • ❛ i want to give you your grin. ❜
  • ❛ so tell me you can’t bear a room that i’m not in. ❜


  • ❛ you and i, safe from the world. though the world will try. ❜
  • ❛ oh, i’m afraid of the things in my brain. ❜
  • ❛ but we can stay here and laugh away the fear. ❜
  • ❛ you create a rarity of my genuine smiles. ❜
  • ❛ can you drink all my thoughts? cause i can’t stand them. ❜
  • ❛ i’ve pinned each and every hope on you. ❜
  • ❛ i hope that you don’t bleed with me. ❜

one for the road.

  • ❛ well, you moved on ridiculously quick. ❜
  • ❛ so much for hopeless romantic. ❜
  • ❛ don’t get me wrong, i’m happy you found someone else to screw around. ❜
  • ❛ just goes to show, i’m better off without you. ❜
  • ❛ leave me alone, but i’m not alone. ❜
  • ❛ i got friends to help me through. i’d rather be with them than you! ❜
  • ❛ how weird to see your true colors show. ❜
  • ❛ i didn’t think you’d go so low. ❜
  • ❛ don’t you dare think you cause me stress. ❜
  • ❛ i’ll rip our letters, you rip her dress. ❜
  • ❛ remember when we kissed that night, remember when you held me tight. ❜
  • ❛ remember you and me, oh wow. that’s all out the window now. ❜

sick of losing soulmates.

  • ❛ god knows where i would be if you hadn’t found me sitting all alone in the dark. ❜
  • ❛ watch how a cold broken teen will desperately lean on a super glued human of proof. ❜
  • ❛ brave face talk so lightly, hide the truth. ❜
  • ❛ cause i’m sick of losing soulmates, so where do we begin? ❜
  • ❛ cause i’m sick of losing soulmates, won’t be alone again. ❜
  • ❛ i can finally see, you’re as fucked up as me. so how do we win? ❜
  • ❛ we will grow old as friends. i’ve promised that before. ❜
  • ❛ time and hearts will wear us thin, so which path will you take? ❜
  • ❛ cause we both know a break does exactly what it says on the tin. ❜
  • ❛ i won’t take no for an answer. ❜
“The Zombie Apocalypse”

is already upon us.

While the population obsesses over entertaining fantasies of a plague that causes the dead to walk, they fail to recognize their contribution to this self-fulfilling prophecy. The compulsion to invest our precious, fleeting time on such things is a plague in and of itself. Corporations have rendered zombies of most, their eyes transfixed on elaborate gadgets and pacifying distractions that yield no genuine fulfillment.

Brainwashed and isolated in complacent routines and manufactured personalities, we’re just smart enough to realize how stupid we are; this insecurity renders us in a state of perpetual hunger.
Bloated yet malnourished, we cling to possessions that only deepen the pit of our emptiness; processed food drains us of life, while irrational perspectives cause our minds to decay…We’ve become a civilization of shuffling corpses perfumed to feign normalcy, whose teeth rip flesh in subtlety.

This is barely a metaphor, and although the circumstances may be less dramatic then portrayed in cinema, what’s actually taking place is just as damaging. The only cure is an injection of vulnerable self-reflection, accompanied by the will to persist through the traumatic withdrawal from delusions and compulsory behavior. We can only reverse our state of decay on a cultural scale by having the courage to think critically; our weapons are sincerity and education, aimed right between the eyes.

i don’t fully understand the idea of.. romance. i only know what i’ve seen in like, movies and stuff. i don’t know how i’d do if i was actually in a situation where my interest in someone was reciprocated. the idea of committing to someone is actually kind of scary? lol. i’d just be scared of fucking up.. or losing interest in them eventually.. it’s just.. feelings are so fleeting. & this time of our lives is so unstable. we’re still trying to figure out who we are, what we like. what if i got into a relationship with someone and two weeks later i just am not feeling it anymore? it’s just so rare for me to actually like someone for an extended period of time. but am i non-committal because i also simultaneously feel like that longing for a relationship with the person won’t culminate into anything?? am i just cutting my perceived losses? how would i react if i learned that my interest was shared? would i be scared by the prospect of having to now make those feelings “real”? would the feeling stick b/c i now have the means to actualize it, in a way? will i ever get to the point where i can learn the answers to this question??? ggghhjgk

A Letter to the Customers, From the Cashiers

Dear Customer,

Our time with you is short and fleeting, but we remember so much about our interactions together if you really make an impact. Whether you’re nice, you’re nasty, or you’re just plain annoying.

When you’re nice to us, even if it’s a simple thing like telling us that we packed your bags so well, or that we’re your favorite cashier, we feel so much joy because it tells us that we’re not just doing this for nothing. 

When you’re a regular and we are able to have a conversation with you, we feel comfortable with you. Especially on a first name basis.

But not everything some customers do is kind. So please…

Get off your goddamned phone for two minutes. We’re not trying to take up too much of your time, bu you force it to happen if we cannot communicate properly with you. Is your call really important? Let other people check out before you, finish your call, just DON’T GET IN LINE until you’re done!

Along the same lines, take out your earphones. You can’t hear us asking you questions with them in, so if something goes wrong with your transaction, you get madder even though you were too rude to take our your earphones.

Control your demon spawns. You may think they’re the perfect angel, but so many times, your child is in the way. When you let them grab at candy and open it without the intention of buying, let them run around disturbing everyone, or pour their bag of chips on the floor, you’re ruining the experience for everyone.

HAND ME YOUR MONEY. Don’t throw it on the counter at me. My hand is outstretched and ready to take it. By just putting it on the counter right below my hand or throwing it at me, it just proves how lowly you think of me.

Same goes with items. Place your items on the counter. Do not CHUCK THEM at me.

It’s literally not my fault we’re out of an item. Stop yelling at me because you just HAD to have those Reese’s Cups or whatever.

And PLEASE just speak to us like human beings. Try to walk a mile in our shoes. For 8 hours. With only one or two breaks, depending. It’s often a thankless job. Show some respect.


Your Cashier

My eyes wander to the space, to the space between the stars. 

You’d be in awe, at ease, beautiful these spaces are.

This all encompassing darkness offers insight, offers life.

The world beneath so shallow, with distractions it is rife. 

The night sky is far different, it makes me small and clears my mind. 

Perspective gives me purpose, leaves me humble, leaves me kind.

For this the endless expanse, an uncharted sea of black.

In the quiet it’s much harder to ignore the things I lack.

If you travel past the stars, straight past its burning light.

It whispers time is fleeting, and it happens to be right. 

- s.z (Void)

the love within you (can heal these tears that burn)

[ or the one where laura really, really feels like she’s breaking, melting, falling. ]

/ /

Darkness creeps into daylight
you’re leaving
treasures hidden in our mind
the memories
the time we had was fleeting
the strength is just believing now

- as you go, red

/ /

rating / t 

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“Would you care?”

That’s how it starts: from edging around words they don’t know how to say, carefully avoiding the other’s gaze, until Carmilla suddenly, impossibly, breaches the rift between them. Laura looks up, sees Carmilla watching her, and a knife goes straight to her core.
She looks stoic, vexingly blank, and Laura feels a lump in her throat- at the thought of Carmilla hurt, Carmilla dead, Carmilla gone...

I felt that before, and when I lost you, I lost a part of who I was. Can’t you see that? She wants to wail aloud. That grief? That sorrow? That unrelenting loss?

“How can you say that?” Laura stares at her, feeling clouded, feeling something sinking like a stone in her chest. Carmilla’s eyes are piercing- two dark pieces of fire, but she’s unwavering, and not a flicker of emotion crosses her expression. Laura wants to take the lamp that’s sending undulating golden light through the room: she wants to take it, and to smash it, and to point at the shards and tell Carmilla as she looks at the shattered pieces: here, this is how I feel when you’re near you’re near me, and it’s killing me.

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Between you and I,
a space where silence
sits in uncomforting peace,
lies all the unwritten
poems. All is but a
prayer waiting to
be heard.

All waits for the time
of their blooming.
All waits for the time
they’ll be sounds.
All waits for the time
they’ll be the fleeting
spaces between our lips

Silence itself used to
be a poem. Yet now,
the void between you
and I, sounds like
a farewell letter.

—  Silence (a poem) | (j.d.a)

He made me toothpaste and an essential oil mixture, bought me all the fruit I wanted, and sang to me on guitar. He says thank you every night, and when he wants to show me something he beckons and says, “quieres aprender algo?” (do you want to learn something?) He teaches me about the garden and insects, about cooking and about new plants. We plant trees together and lie naked in the grass, swim in the rain collecting tank and climb trees together. He lets me braid his beard and decorate him with flowers. We teach each other dirty words in our different languages and he even reads me poetry in Spanish. I have learned more of the importance of patience and compassion from him. Soon all I will have left of him is the marks he left on my body, but I am grateful for the adventures we’ve had and all I’ve learned in our fleeting time together. Dios mío… The magic of travel lovers.