sometimes i miss songs like this

one. Every morning leaves me with a mouthful of sorrow. I tell myself that’s because missing you is like an ache but that’s not all true: I miss you, I do, but more than that I miss myself when I was with you, I miss the girl lost in the wildflowers with her eyes open. Eventually the mornings fade into afternoons spent on the couch sifting through maps and ticket stubs and photos littered across the coffee table, a shrine to all the places we’ve been and never will again, but the weight on my tongue never lifts.

two. Sometimes I spend hours listening to your favorite songs to drown out the sound of the girl in the wildflowers calling my name, I think about how you were always full of dreams and ideas and ink-smudged maps with roads that led on and on until the end of forever, you were always so much, you were always more, and I think I was more when I was with you, too.

three. One year ago I buried two fallen angels beneath the wildflowers in the meadow behind our neighborhood, two children with fragile, brittle bones and decaying wings, the evening light paling our haloes and washing the youth right out of our skin. I was too busy crying to realize one of them was still alive, still worth saving.

four. Today I’m going to dig up the girl in the wildflowers and kiss her dirt-streaked cheeks and hold her hand until it becomes warm again. (I won’t look at your body, but the thought of it will be a ghost in my head anyway, like it always is.) She and I will go traveling to all the places marked on our map that you and I wanted to—I think you would have liked that. We’ll hold hands and run into the horizon until, just for a moment, the light breaks around our edges and we blur into one person again, and it will feel just like coming home.

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An Ode to You

Sometimes I can be bitter
Sometimes I can be mean
Too often I forget that you’re
The whisper in my dreams

The compass when I’m lost
And yet the staircase when I’m down
Forging each fractured part of me
To sonnets and to sounds

This ode is for the castles
You constructed on your own
A cold and empty body had
More than she’d ever known

You make a word a story
You make a beat a song
You are the stars I pray to
That our love might just last long

I’m sorry that I’m bitter;
sometimes I’m beyond mean
Know I love you like a dreamer
Seeks the things she’s never seen

Each night when your arms hold me
I’m an atom missed in space;
For you’re everything I offer
Just without all my mistakes

- I love you // A.S
Maybe I do still think about you a hundred times a day. Maybe I do still think of you when I do certain things, like wear my hair that way you loved or listen to a song you showed me. Maybe I do still cry sometimes, pieces of my heart rolling down my cheeks as fast as rivers. Maybe I do still feel that last kiss on my lips some days. Maybe I do still say your name a little sweeter than his. Maybe I am still struggling to let go. But at the end of even my very worst days, days when I saw memories of you everywhere I went, only heard your name in every story someone told, I’m still a little less broken than when you left me. I can breathe. I can laugh. I can get out of bed, put on my makeup, and make it through the day without crying all of it off. I can feel the cracks you left healing, feel my mind pushing you out a little more every day. I know I will wake up one day, maybe in a month, maybe in 10 years, but one day I will wake up next to someone who loves me just as much as I love them. Someone who will recognize that when I love, I love with everything in me. I don’t believe in holding back. I will give him everything, and he’ll love the good, and he’ll love that I’m honest about the bad. He’ll spend his whole life loving that I talk so much, and that my laugh echoes off the walls. He’ll spend his whole life loving that I’m clingy because he knows that texting him every 20 minutes when we’re apart is my way of saying that he’s the most important person in my phone. He’ll spend his whole life loving my big eyes and watching the colors change. He’ll spend his whole life loving my arms around him, and my late night “I love you"s, and my random bursts of goofy that he’ll never understand but he’ll love that it keeps him on his toes. He’ll spend his whole life loving all the things you did, but he’ll love them enough to know that someone like me can’t be replaced, and he’ll know better than to let me feel unloved. He’ll spend his whole life loving all of me. And on that day that I wake up next to him, I won’t remember the boy who took my love for granted when I was 17. But trust me, you’ll remember me. A small piece of you will always remember me.
—  I’m irreplaceable, you’re a dime a dozen
When I’m angry, do you know what I need?Cuddle. Tell me how much you love me. Like the songs you listen every time you missed me. Hug me, because your arms are my home. Comfort me with your words and sorry, because sometimes all ii need is your affection. It’s mesmerizing you know, the way you say “ I love you”, it captivated my heart. Your presence that makes me nervous but also comforting. Kiss me because your lips make my heart melt. Regardless how much anger I felt when I look into your eyes my anger disappear. The way your eyes says sorry every time you hurt my feelings, unexpectedly. Your eyes tell everything about the way you love me. It’s so gentle that sometimes I can’t handle the gaze.
—  Cuddle and Moments // sky 
🌸 Korrasami fic masterpost

I’ve been writing fic for just over a year now and am likely close to exhausting my reserve of canon universe Korrasami inspiration, so I figure it’s a good time for a stocktake (whilst these fics do all remain canon compliant!)

Light Me Up (8.5k) 
Korra learning Asami, liking Asami. Early Book 3. // Korra remembering Asami, loving Asami. Early Book 4. Featuring: missing-scene type bits of their developing relationship with healthy doses of friendship and pining, Korra POV

Aubade (5k) 
n. a love song written in the morning. Featuring: bed-sharing, fluff and easy company and an essential dash of pining, Asami POV

Requiescence (5k) 

⤷ Korra and Asami small talk sometime between the Colossus and the wedding. Short non-story written on a sleepless night. Featuring: comfort, cuddles, Korra POV

Slow Dance (7k, explicit)
Korra and Asami leave the wedding together. Featuring: resolving sexual tension, unresolved romantic tension, lots of lovin’, Korra POV

Inside the Minds of Republic City’s Most Influential (5.5k)
A few months on from the overthrow of the Earth Empire, Republic Tech catches up with Future Industries’ president Asami Sato. // Enough saving the world! Avatar Korra finally sits down for her first exclusive interview with the Republic City Times. Featuring: an outsider POV of Korra and Asami post-canon using a news editorial format

Kaleidoscope Downtown (5.5k)
Korra and Asami have a fine day out. Featuring: established relationship situated within various facets of Republic City, Korra POV

How Our Hearts Are Worn (4k)
Asami spends an evening with Korra on Air Temple Island. A relaxed continuation of their scene in 4.08. Featuring: catching up, the usual comfort/friendship/PINING, Asami POV

Drink Up The Sunrise (various, some explicit content)
⤷ Ficlet collection featuring a melange of pertinent themes and chill moments 

My love for you runs so deep
that sometimes I believe
you have actually become a part of me
which I need to stay alive,
like the left wing of my lung
or my blood pumping heart
and I wonder
how I could ever survive
if you leave.
—  // Is there any healing?

in theory i’m over you.  i miss you, you were a big part of my life. i lost a best friend. sometimes sucks that i can’t even talk to you as a friend. we’ve grown apart and we don’t talk no more but i wish you well. 

dnt text ur ex (ju1ced wat is valentines mix)

justin bieber - wut do ü mean (4b & jon santana remix)
kehlani - tore up (two fresh remix)
usher - u got it bad
jack ü ft. justin bieber - where are ü now (rusty hook flip)
blackbear - girls like u (tarro remix)
calvin harris - sweet nothing (diplomacy & grand theft remix)
blackbear - idfc (random acts rarely exist & kuga remix)
above and beyond - sun & moon (synymata flip)
seven lions ft. elle goulding- don’t leave (slander heaven trap edit)
the chainsmokers - don’t let me down (illenium remix)
X - 21 savage & metro boomin ft. future

a little simpy, but enjoy. like, repost, reblog if ya feelin it<3

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When your heart is a stranger

[A/N: Lucifer. Missing moments during 2x13. Deckerstar because of course. Title taken from the song of the same name by Friends in Paris aka the last song in the episode.]

She’s visibly shaking as she takes off her sweater.

“What on earth are you doing?” He asks, alarmed as he reaches out a hand to stop her.

“Lucifer, no one’s going to look twice at me if I’m wearing a blood soaked shirt.”

He looks down at her, standing in front of him clad only in black jeans and a plain black bra. It must say something about the progression of their relationship that she doesn’t even shy away from his gaze. It must say something more about how utterly rattled he is by the poison coursing through her veins that he doesn’t even think to stare.

Instead, he simply looks her in the eye and raises a brow. That it’s neither lecherous nor teasing comes as a surprise to them both.  

“Well, they’re certain to look at least three times at you if that’s what you’re planning on wearing.”

She tilts her head up at him, somehow manages to give the impression of rolling her eyes even as the corners of her mouth turn up.

“Though I’d say anyone would look at least twice at you even if you were wearing a paper bag,” he says, mostly to distract himself from the way the small upturn of lips tugs at the corners of his heart. He shrugs and tries for a teasing smile. “More so, I wager, depending on the size of the bag.”

She grins at him, though the movement is wan and lopsided.

“Have any of those lying around for me?”

He can tell she says it mostly for his benefit, which means he must be much worse at hiding his panic than he thought. He tries to school his face into something approaching nonchalant as he watches her shake out her jacket and sling it around her shoulders. The effect is immediately, absurdly attractive.

Except that his entire focus is stuck on how sallow her skin looks in the moonlight, how he can feel the heat emanating off of her despite the fact that she’s shivering. So instead of giving voice to the half dozen overtly affectionate phrases he can feel in back of his throat, he shrugs out of his jacket and moves behind her to help her into it.

“Lucifer - .”

“Detective,” he says, the word dangerously close to a plea, “as radiant as you are and as cool as your jacket looks, it seems to do very little in terms of warmth. No one is going to approach you if you continue to shiver like that.”

Truthfully, he assumes at least a half dozen men would approach her in any state of dress - or undress, as it were - shivering or no. Which she must know, too, the way that she’s looking at him. After a long moment, she sighs and removes the dark leather jacket from around her shoulders, thrusting it towards him and threading her arms into the sleeves of his jacket instead. Once she’s completely wrapped in it, she turns around and flings her arms out wide.

“How do I look?”

A shiver lances through her before he can reply.

He frowns and steps forward to button up the jacket, trying not to think about how close she is, how much he simply wants to wrap her in his arms.

For - what reason? No other he can discern other than the pleasure of being close to her.

The thought brings a furrow between his brows. Closeness for it’s own sake is a new desire for him. It’s disconcerting, having spent so long carefully cataloging every type of desire, to suddenly be confronted with a new one.

He finishes the last button and steps back, glancing at the full length of her. The sleeves fall past her hands, a testament to his long frame in comparison to her small one. She glares at the sleeves as though they’ve done something to personally offend her. The movement of her brows and crinkling of her nose filling him with an absurd sort of longing. He gives a slight shake of his head as he steps in closer to her once again, the elegant taper of his fingers folding up the ends of the sleeves, careful to touch her without really touching her.

He smooths down the sleeves and looks back up at her.  

“Well?” She asks, arching a brow at him.  

He forces himself to step away from her, his traitorous hands wanting to linger at the ends of his jacket sleeves.

If he were not so preoccupied with the glazed look that keeps creeping towards the irises of her eyes, if he were not so desperately trying to push down the feelings of panic and anger and betrayal, he might make some offhand joke about how good she looks in his clothes. The look on her face tells him that she certainly expects it.

But then a shadow passes over her face and he watches her swallow back her own fear and panic. Suddenly he is just too tired and defeated and utterly destroyed to be anything but honest.

So instead he smiles, the movement soft, its edges brittle.


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I haven’t written anything in a while but I was in my feels and missing tayvin and this happened :) 

Sometimes, when she really missed someone who she could no longer see, Taylor would try to forget who they were. She would evacuate all memories of them, good and bad, because it hurt too much to remember at all. Their favorite restaurants would drop off her radar, their favorite songs out of her playlists. She would do everything in her power to relieve herself of the pain any stray memories would inflict upon her.

However, even after the forgotten person’s middle name was lost to her, she would keep the pictures.

It hurt her to burn them, to destroy physical evidence of a time when she didn’t have anyone to miss. The only thing she ever had left of memories she had shut out were photographs that she could never bring herself to get rid of.

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When bitty and jack come out to Shitty he takes it super well and proceeds to throw a party in their honor (even if the other guests don’t know it). 

Anyways, everyone is properly scwasted and Shitty gets Bitty alone and stage whispers “Jack and I have something that you will never be able to replace”

Bitty just nods and says “I’m not replacing anything. I love what you and Jack have”. And Shitty just shakes his head and slurs out 12 “no”s one after the other. 

“nah not that. I’m super secure in that. But there’s one thing that he’s done with me that he will never do with you” 

Okay so this peaks Bitty’s interest. He motions for Shitty to continue his thought. 

“Jack Zimmerman, totally wrecked and  belting Celine Dion on a karaoke machine”

“No fucking way”

“It’s the TRUTH. He wasn’t even looking at the words! He knew them all”

“If you say that to a field it’ll be fertilized”

After five minutes of Bitty screaming Bullshit and Shitty saying “nah man” Jack finally returns to them from wherever he was as confirms that, yes, he did sing Celine Dion’s “it’s all coming back to me now” in his first year. and that, no, he don’t think he’d do it again. 

Shitty and Bitty both exchanged a look, and then decided to spend the rest of the night to get Jack to sing at all. No such luck. But it doesn’t stop there. They keep trying whenever they are able to all meet up. It’s always like “hey Jack do you wanna sing along to some tunes in the car?” or “hey this bar has good drinks and…wow there’s a karaoke machine that sounds fun doesn’t it???” 

So when the newest video on Falconer’s TV is a karaoke competition between Jack and Tater, and Jack (the competitive lil shit) is going all at it is uploaded. Shitty and Bitty both text him like crazy. 

“Jack Laurent Zimmermann what the hell were you thinking”

I still think about you sometimes,
like when I am at CVS getting pain killers for my mom
and see your favorite candy while waiting in
the check out line.
I still miss you sometimes,
like when I hear your favorite song playing
in the department store my friend dragged me to
so that she could find a dress for a date.
I still write to you sometimes,
because even though you’ll never talk to me
the same way
I still like to think you would listen the same way.
But it’s not in the moments of CVS lines
or department store trips
or late night letter writing
where I hurt the most.
It’s in the passing moments that
feel like knives in my back.
It’s in moments where I think for a second
about how you are
and what you might be doing
that hurt,
because I know I shouldn’t wonder about you like that anymore.
—  You aren’t the same and neither am I (11/27/2015)

Ever since she was a kid, the song “Run, Rabbit, Run” has always stuck with Gene and been a favorite. 

So sometimes she’ll sing it, and Codsworth HATES the song cause he remembers Gene would hum or sing it pre war. Although now she does it cause she likes the song still, but around him to irritate XD

You smell like Autumn
Like fallen leaves, broken branches and wet dirt beneath my feet.
You bring back memories, our laughter echoing around the car while we sang along to our favorite songs

Just like autumn, you have to go.
You leave me with winter, cold and alone the sound of ice crunching beneath my feet as I walk beside my sadness and wish for you again.

Spring comes, I’m not so alone. The trees begin to bloom as the ice melts and the birds singing almost brings me to my knees because its the more beautiful song I’ve ever heard.

When summer arrives I’m ready. I miss you but the heat brings warmth back to me and I feel a sense of peace, like laying in the sun and napping after a long day.

You come back with a bittersweet reminder that while everything may come to an end sometimes they come back and while no two seasons are the same, each is as beautiful as the last.

anonymous asked:

Cher Lestat, what do you think of Aerosmith?

♛I love Aerosmith. Just Push Play is an excellent album. The title song in particular is a guaranteed spirit-booster for me:

Other notable songs: Sunshine, Light Inside, Drop Dead Gorgeous, Avant Garden, Under My Skin… and the obvious ones: Dream On, Janie’s Got a Gun, Livin’ on the Edge, Dude Looks Like a Lady (which will forever be linked to Mrs. Doubtfire for me), I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing (I hum this at Louis sometimes as he’s drifting off to sleep *blows kiss*).

I read somewhere that Aerosmith tests each song by recording it to cassette or CD and then piling into a car together and blasting it out of the speakers. If it sounds good there, the song is done. If not? Back to the studio! I’ve adopted the same method, but I prefer to test songs on motorcycle *winks*

I know I’m not the only one
Who regrets the things they’ve done
Sometimes I just feel it’s only me
Who never became who they thought they’d be
I wish I could live a little more
Look up to the sky, not just the floor
I feel like my life is flashing by
And all I can do is watch and cry…

I miss it when
Life was a party to be thrown
But that was a million years ago

A million years ago
—  Adele, “A Million Years Ago”
25 2015

Missing someone is fucking painful.

Suddenly you’re inhaling the collars of their shirts with every hug because you know the high from their scent is what keeps you going sometimes.

You sleep in their flannels because it’s the closest thing you’ll get to laying on their chest.

The song you heard on the radio while you were in the car with them is on repeat, and it’s almost like you can see them singing along next to you.

You check your calendar constantly. Counting down to the fucking minute until you see them again.

You lay in bed replaying as many memories as you can of them to calm the storms building up in your eyes.

Finally succumbing to a flood of tears because the bed you’re trying to recover in is the same place they last held you in.

—  soon
Tag Game

Tag Game

I was tagged by @joshdunfics, (thanks love  💗)

Rules: answer the question in a new post and tag 20 blogs you would like to get to know better

a - age: 21
b - birthplace: Bay City, MI
c - current time: 3:15 Pm
d - drink you last had: Water
e - easiest person to talk to: my best friend cara
f - favorite song: Missing You or Stay Awake- All Time Low, or Doubt orBe Concerned-top 
g - grossest memory: breaking both bones in my arm tbh
h - horror yes or horror no: uh…probs no
i - in love?: Mhmmm
j - jealous of people?: Sometimes
k - killed someone?: Nope, not yet anyways :)
l - love at first sight or should I walk by again:
walk by again
m - middle name: Rae
n - number of siblings: 2
o - one wish: meet my dude joshua 
p - person you called last: probably my mom
q - question you’re always asked: “What’d you do to your arm?”
r - reason to smile: josh dun exists <– Can i leave Tay’s answer? No? okay. well. um,.  I guess that I exist at the same time as all of you lovely people
s - song you sang last: bottle and a beat- all time low 
t - time you woke up: 8:15 am
u - underwear color: Pink
v - vacation destination: idk i’ve always wanted to go to italy
w - worst habit: is my attitude a habit lol um..picking at my face probably
x - x-rays: chest, left elbow, left wrist, right wrist/hand/forearm/shoulder, 
y - your favorite food: chicken tenders
z - zodiac sign: virgo

I tag @llaneboi @datboispooky @stillstreetjoshua @trash-can-so-do-i @vulcanvampire @didyoubringyourdog @anathxema @imsodunnn @alohamoruh @johmson-jenny @lousyconnection @frendpleasc @mikeyflippinway @dunset 

and whoever is reading this and would like to participate xox

@annecholloway said: 

Mix tape title: Songs that remind you of Darren

Originally posted by gif-weenus

I cannot believe you would do this to me. But you asked for it.

  1. I Knew You Were Trouble - Taylor Swift
  2. 20th Century Boy - T-Rex
  3. I’ll Make A Man Out of You - Mulan Soundtrack 
  4. Cool Jerk - The Capitols
  5. Love A Loser - The Raincoats
  6. (They Long to Be) Close To You - The Carpenters
  7. Sugar Daddy - Original Off-Broadway Cast (this is my favorite version of this)
  8. I Don’t Feel Like Dancin’ - The Scissor Sisters
  9. Oh! You Pretty Things - David Bowie
  10. I May Hate You Sometimes - The Posies

Spotify Playlist here  (It’s missing the song by The Raincoats.)

Strikethrough [ Jackson Angst/Fluff]

Originally posted by wanqkong

Song Suggestion: Casual Conversation - Kim Sunggyu

This is more of a little dabble. There was no request to go with this one but I just kinda had a spark of inspiration. Hope you like it <3<3

~ Admin S




Hi, so how’ve you been

How are you

Ah, I miss love hate miss want wonder how you’ve been, if you’ve thought about me since everything went astray if you’ve met anybody new.

Have you been eating well? I know sometimes you wouldn’t or didn’t, because of stress or because you were trying so hard to get that six pack for the fans. I really hope you’re not trying to do that still. It isn’t healthy.

Please eat well. You’ll get ill if you don’t. I couldn’t take it.

There’s so much I want to tell you. There’s so much I want to say. I hate that I miss you. I hate it so much. It’s over. Why am I? I was the one who broke it off. I shouldn’t be this caught up on you still. Ah, and I know I’ll never have the courage to send this letter, even if were to cut parts out.

It’s probably good thing though. I don’t know what your reaction would be. I don’t know if I would want to know what your reaction would be. I don’t think I could handle it. I don’t think I could-

So, a lot has changed recently. I moved back to America and got that job promotion I was talking about. I’ll be traveling a lot more as a representative of the company. Actually, I got the promotion because of the client we have right now. He’s Chinese, who would’ve guessed. He speaks very little English so I was able to be the translator. Oh, I never got the chance to surprise you did I…?

I’ve been learning Mandarin. I’m almost fluent now. I was going to surprise you so that weekend we were supposed to visit your parents again and your siblings were there, you could all speak comfortably. I guess we never really got around to that. I guess the surprise is kinda ruined now.

I guess a lot of surprises have been ruined and guess that is kinda my fault. Sorry about that. I really am sorry about that. I hope you can forgive me.

Love, Thanks, Lots of love,


The distinct sound of paper crinkling echoed against the walls of your otherwise silent bedroom. The room was completely dark except for the small black lamp on your desk illuminating the lined paper from your notebook and the purple pen you were writing with previously.

Ah, it was too much really. It was all too much. You were a coward. You were a goddamn coward. It was your fault. It was always your fault and yet here you were still refusing to admit it.

You really were a coward.

You didn’t even bother to erase fully, only crossing some words out, and never well enough for them to no longer been seen. You didn’t even have to squint your eyes to tell what had been written there before. It was just a single line right through the middle of the word, showing your desire to no longer say it, but also your hesitation in completely disregarding the thought.

But why bother rewriting or crossing out and waste more ink? It would only take more time and effort. It wasn’t as if you were ever going to send any of the letters you’ve written anyway. They just sat in the corner of your desk in an envelope, neatly folded despite how many times you had crinkled the paper and tossed them in the waste bin. Wasting money on stamps, yet never leaving the letters in the mail box long enough for the postman to pick them up.

You were pitiful. Oh, you were so dumb, so pitiful, so pathetic. You never sent them, yet you always expected a reply.

Sighing again, you placed one of the many letter drafts in an envelope and to the side. You stepped outside, the light fall breeze feeling like a breath of fresh air against your skin. It was nearly two in the morning, but the postman didn’t come until around three, so you still had time to take yesterday’s letter out of the box.

A small creaking noise sounded as you opened the little red box, the small door almost falling off its hinges with just a simple touch, with no force more than a feather falling from the sky.

A look of confusion spread across your features. There was only one letter in the box, but it wasn’t yours. It was a small blue envelope with a small heart drawn in the corner opposite of the stamp should have been.

Your hand shook a bit as you reached inside the box to grasp the envelope. After taking the envelope out quickly, you rushed back to your porch.

Uff-” Two broad hand grasped your shoulders, steadying you after you stumbled a bit running into him. 

It was him

It was Jackson.

How did he find you? Why…why was he here? Why was he here now of all tim-

“Hi. Hey. Howdy. I miss you too, terribly so. I have been thinking about you, too much so. I’ve been looking for you, but you changed your number and never gave me your new address… How cruel, how self-destructive, and destructive to me, as well. How could I come to help you if I didn’t know how to reach you?” 

You tried to look away. Even though it was dark, the small lamp on your porch was lit, illuminating the two of your faces just enough. Moving his hands from your shoulders to your cheeks, he forced you to look at him.

“I have been eating well, despite what you might think. I knew it would break your heart if I didn’t. I did know about your move and I did know about your promotion. I’ve talked to your mother. She says you’ve been busy. She says you haven’t been eating well. Please eat well, even if you don’t want to eat, even if you think you’re not hungry. Please…
请’ll get ill if you don’t…”