Cross My Heart

It all began when you felt your heart tightened in your chest
The world around you suddenly became a red hot mess
And you are slowly breaking down, yeah
And you always got that frown, yeah
‘Cause you’re often wasting what’s left of your happiness

The moment you said life is hard you know that you will lose
The world around you suddenly became a living noose
And you are slowly crashing down, yeah
And you always got that frown, yeah
‘Cause you’ve let your tears put out that fire in you

The best is yet to come and I cross my heart
But then your hope is gone feeling like this war would never end (would never end)
If you want we could ride those shooting stars
And run away but then would that light you up even just a little? (even just a little)

You always got those coldest shoulders everyday
The world around you suddenly became the darkest gray
And you are slowly tumbling down, yeah
And you always got that frown, yeah
But when you feel like giving up here’s what I should say

The best is yet to come and I cross my heart
But then your hope is gone feeling like this war would never end (would never end)
If you want we could ride those shooting stars
And run away but then would that light you up even just a little? (even just a little)

When the world is breaking down on you
When the world is crashing down on you
When the world is tumbling down on you
When the world is breaking down on you
When the world is crashing down on you
When the world is tumbling down on you

The best is yet to come and I cross my heart
But then your hope is gone feeling like this war would never end (would never end)
If you want we could ride those shooting stars
And run away but then would that light you up even just a little? (even just a little)

Oh oh, even just a little


{A G U S T D}



       𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝑮𝑶

                     𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝔸𝔻𝕆ℝ𝔼 𝐲𝐨𝐮,

                                    𝖨 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 

                                                   🇼🇭🇦🇹 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 🇾🇴🇺 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓴

                                                                           🇮'🇲 🇸🇴 𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝


my mother and i would watch so many documentaries where children would talk about their past lives. anyway, i like to suffer.

reincarnation: noun; the rebirth of a soul in a new body

Katara was frequently worried about her youngest child. More often than not did the seven-year-old come home late from school with a bleeding lip, bruised legs, scraped arms, and dried tears. The Fire Lady asked her about it several times, but the child refused to talk about it. This did not come as a shock to Katara; the reserved girl refused to talk about almost everything. Katara would heal her cuts and scrapes and give her a little kiss, and then Mikazi would run off to hide somewhere in the gardens.

So like any concerned mother, Katara set up a conference with the Fire Nation Academy for Girls to figure out what was going on. She had done the same for Kya more than a decade ago. Her first child had been harassed by her fellow students  and had been ruthlessly teased about her heritage by the children in the court. Katara remembered how livid she was when she heard the names the children called her: “heathen” “dirty-blood” and “mud-skin” had been only a few of them. With a series of letters, accusations, and meetings, Zuko made sure that the bullying had stopped. After her second child was enrolled in school, Katara thought the problem was resolved. She could not help but fear the same was happening to Mikazi. It was all up to her to stop whatever was going on.

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and lets talk about how guilty i feel and the blood running through my veins being drowned in anger because of how i cannot touch your skin without you jumping from shock and how i cannot look at you without seeing your son in your eyes and i hate that when you look at me with tears daring to catch on fire because your wife at home just doesn’t understand the toll you go through. you always said you were ready for another child but you didn’t smile once when you got the news and you have been racking your brain on baby names but you always turn down the ones she gives you until one day you walked in and looked at me and whispered my name and you said ‘that is what i want to name my daughter’.

and lets talk about how disgustingly excited i felt and how honored i was to know i meant that much to you and lets talk about the grin that came from your lips for the first time in a long while and we can talk about the way your arms wrapped around my body and how you hugged me tight and how you kept repeating my name under your breath.

yes lets talk about that instead of talking about how your hands traveled up my shirt and lets talk about that instead of how i allowed you to unbutton my jeans. lets talk about the innocent things instead of the sinful actions we completed that afternoon when my hands tangled in your hair and my mouth was gasping for air and your lips were glued to my neck and when our bodies connected in a way that made our hearts boil with more need. lets talk about the events leading up to that afternoon when our minds were somewhere else and when our problems faded and when you said 'i am sorry’ and i asked 'for what’ and you looked down, pulling up your shorts, 'for not being able to give you what you deserve’.

—  Jennie B. // Lets talk about that instead of the fact that I recklessly fell in love with you and lets talk about that instead of the way my body reacts to yours.
No 'Arab Spring' in Zimbabwe, Mugabe warns

President Robert Mugabe has warned protesters there would be no “Arab Spring” in Zimbabwe after anti-government demonstrations descended it to some of the worst violence seen in the southern African nation for two decades.

Zimbabwean police on Friday fired tear gas and used water cannons on opposition leaders and hundreds of demonstrators at a protest against Mugabe and the ruling ZANU-PF, before unrest swept across large parts of the capital Harare.

“They are thinking that what happened in the Arab Spring is going to happen in this country but we tell them that it is not going to happen here,” said Mugabe, referring to a series of uprisings that toppled leaders across the Arab world.

Mugabe accused Western countries, including the United States, of sponsoring the protests.

“They are fighting because of Americans,” said the 92-year-old.

Earlier, opposition head Morgan Tsvangirai and former vice president Joice Mujuru fled a rally in their cars while protesters ran for cover as police broke up the core of the demonstration.

However, anti-Mugabe leaders warned that this would be the first of a series of protests.

Mugabe’s opponents have become emboldened by rising public anger and protests over an economic meltdown, cash shortages and high unemployment.

Clashes spread through the streets of the capital Harare as riot police fought running battles with protesters who hurled rocks at officers, set tyres ablaze and burned a popular market to the ground, in some of the worst unrest since food riots in 1998.

Didymus Mutasa, a senior official from Mujuru’s party and convener of Friday’s protest, vowed to repeat the demonstration a week from now and blamed police for the violence and disobeying a court order allowing the march to proceed.

Most businesses shut down early on Friday fearing looting by protesters. Mujuru said 50 people were injured and hospitalised.

starfiretheninja  asked:

Can you write Raph and Starfire angst? Totally up to you what the conflict is. =) Your past Raphstar drabble still makes my heart flutter.

Raph’s heart is in his throat and pounding in his ears as he tears up the fire escape on silent feet. He pulls himself over the edge of the rooftop in time to watch Star land by his little brother and put a worried hand out, and he can’t help but snarl, “Back off.”

She isn’t easily cowed by anything, an alien warrior with more courage in one hand than Raph has in his whole body – but that tone from someone she considers a friend makes her flinch, and she wisely floats a few feet back.

And Raph doesn’t even feel bad about it, because Mikey’s trying to stand up on an ankle that’s either broken or sprained, and his face is pale with pain and the footprint of terrible fear, and Raph can’t even breathe properly until he’s got the kid in his arms.

“I don’t understand,” Star begins slowly, hovering while Raph hooks careful hands around Mikey’s elbows to hold him steady.

“I know you don’t,” he bites out, his heart still lurching painfully. “You live in some kind of fantasy world where freaks like us get to walk around in the broad daylight and call themselves Titans. But we’ve told you,” he says, wrapping Mikey closer – feeling exposed and unsafe on this rooftop in the bright Brooklyn afternoon, aching to slip into the cool shadows of the underground where the concrete walls and miles of maze-like tunnels keep their home secret and secure, “we don’t get to do that here.”

‘We find people treat us better when they don’t know we exist,’ Leo said to April once, and mostly it was just to be playful but Raph knew he meant it, too. And April, at least, only takes them out at night, and only to places she knows they’ll be safe, and Raph trusts her with his brothers as much as he trusts his own father.

But Star – she loves playing with Mikey, and Mikey loves to go flying, and when it’s dark, and they’re in a quiet neighborhood, that’s fine. But today she swooped down and grabbed his wrists in the middle of the lunchtime rush hour as he and Raph were on their way back from checking on a laid-up Casey ‘I-won’t-break-my-leg-what-are-you-talking-about-it’s-only-three-stories’ Jones, and Raph doesn’t think he’ll ever forget the look of wide-eyed panic on Mikey’s face, the way he had to twist violently to loose her strong grip and fell almost a dozen feet, almost missing the next rooftop entirely and landing in a heap right by the edge.

And Starfire doesn’t understand, because she’s beautiful and human-enough and an honest-to-god superhero, and her version of Earth treats her kindly.

But all Raph has in this whole world is his family, and all Raph wants is to be someone who can keep them safe – and Raph doesn’t think there’s room in his heart for a person who doesn’t understand.


About The Passion of Joan of Arc

On Monday 19 September, we’re screening Carl Theodor Dreyer’s classic silent film The Passion of Joan of Arc in the Globe Theatre, accompanied by a new live score.

Why should you see the film? Well, The Passion of Joan of Arc was voted the 9th best film in the BFI / Sight & Sound critics poll of the best films of all time.

Jane Giles said of it:

“Joan was and remains an unassailable giant of early cinema, a transcendental film comprising tears, fire and madness that relies on extreme close-ups of the human face…”

Steve Rose, in designating the film 22nd place in the Guardian’s run-down of the all-time best arthouse films, said:

“So extraordinary and otherworldly is this film’s power, you could believe you were watching the actual trial of Joan of Arc, rather than just actors recreating it for the camera… it’s a bracingly modern treatment of a historical subject.“

Want to see the film? Of course you do! Find out more about the screening and book tickets.