the air in my lungs

Magic monday🍉 starting my week with lots of fresh watermelon juice💧 Monday is an important day because it sets your week in motion, so start Monday healthy, happy vibes and positive outlook no matter how you feel when you first wake up. I woke up feeling a bit flat and tired from being up multiple times during the night but I still have the choice between being grumpy and making my day worse or just smiling because when I roll out of bed I have my two legs to stand on, my lungs that breath air my eyes that can see my children and my heart that feels all. You are the only person to decide how you feel and drive your own happiness. Don’t let any one dull your sparkle ✨

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Captured. Chapter 3

Chapter One 

Chapter Two

Chapter Three: 

I awoke with a start, my lungs aching for air. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. As if I was being suffocated for a moment before being brought back to life again, air filling my lungs the moment my body dares to awaken from the unplanned sleep I’d had. Even after all this time disapparating still had this horrible effect on me. Going from one place to another in such a short amount of time always made my mind race, and my heart beat rapid.

The dramatic fluttering of my eyes opening and my brain running a million miles an hour made me flustered, my chest raising and falling at a quick rate. At first I don’t know where I am and I almost forget how I even got to this point in the first place, but it takes mere seconds for the memories to come flooding back in one sudden swoop.

My eyes are trained onto the ceiling when I let my mind untangle and uncoil all the moments that led up to where I am now. As I begin to catch up with myself I’m met by a whole new fear. Where was I? I move along whatever it is I’m lying on and I realize it’s a bed. My fingers stir along the sheets, my fingertips finding the expensive sensation of silk. The air around me is warm, fire crackling peacefully in the background. It doesn’t take long for me to figure out where it is that I’ve ended up. I knew this place like the back of my hand… I was in a bedroom, but not just anyone’s. I was in Mr. Graves’ bedroom.

Looking around I take in the luxurious state of his home, noting the high arches of the room and all the details. Percival Graves was a part of a famous family in America. In fact, the Graves were well known all around the world. No one would dare mess with them and every single one of them had a title that they lived up to effortlessly. This wealth and importance of name was something that Percival tried his hardest to exude and it had always been overly apparent in his own home where he spared no expense. I think about expensiveness when I stir beneath the silk black sheets of his bed, my hands finally deciding that it’s time to get up instead of lounging around.

Goosebumps plagued my body as I sat up in the bed, my eyes trained on the very person who’d brought me here. He’s standing directly across from the bed, his back to me as he looks out the open window which leads to a back deck. He lived in a house just outside New York, but even from here one could still make out the city lights illuminating back through the tall buildings.

The room is illuminated by his bedroom fireplace, lighting which makes his now dressed down form seem more sinister… more powerful. I look away from him when I feel a flicker of desire move through me. The sight before me was one that I’d had the pleasure to have on more than one occasion and it was intense. So when I do managed to pull my gaze from his perfect form I find that something else catches my eye. In the corner of the room my eyes catch magical objects ironing out his clothing, each household item doing the work for him. I smile slightly at the magic being performed in front of me before the sound of his tired voice cuts through the innocents of basic magic.

“Look who’s finally awake…”

He practically purrs as he lifts his head up, his slicked back hair catching the moonlight. His silhouette turns to face me slowly, his eyes catching mine the moment he’s facing me. His lips make a smirk instantly as he looks at me and appreciates how I look in his bed.

“… I’ve got to say Ms. Evermore, it’s been far too long since you’ve been in that bed. It’s a sight that I’ve gone too long without.”

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Speaking of which

The whole idea of consuming your deity..? I’m feeling it.
Sometimes I just want to be.. surrounded by the Deity, drowning in them, having them in me and around me, breathing them, consuming them. 

So let me tell you. Eating oysters for the first time was A FUCKING SPIRITUAL EXPERIENCE because they taste just like the ocean. And I finally had the Ocean in me. In my mouth, in my stomach, in my lungs - the air filled with Her. Fuck, that was beautiful.

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“I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what’s gonna happen or who I’m gonna meet, where I’m gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure life’s a gift and I don’t intend on wasting it. You don’t know what hand you’re gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you. To make each day count.”

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get to know me: 1/5 favorite movies ⇨ Titanic

I got everything I need right here with me. I got air in my lungs, a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what’s gonna happen or, who I’m gonna meet, where I’m gonna wind up. Just the other night I was sleeping under a bridge and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I figure life’s a gift and I don’t intend on wasting it. You don’t know what hand you’re gonna get dealt next. You learn to take life as it comes at you… to make each day count.

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I was going to fall apart, right there, right then—and they’d see precisely how ruined I was.
Help me, help me, help me, I begged someone, anyone. Begged Lucien, standing in the front row, his metal eye fixed on me. Begged Ianthe, face serene and patient and lovely within that hood. Save me—please, save me. Get me out. End this.
[…]
Good. I was not good. I was nothing, and my soul, my eternal soul, was damned—
I tried to get my traitorous lungs to draw air so I could voice the word. No—no.
But I didn’t have to say it.
Thunder cracked behind me, as if two boulders had been hurled against each other.
People screamed, falling back, a few vanishing outright as darkness erupted.
I whirled, and through the night drifting away like smoke on a wind, I found Rhysand straightening the lapels of his black jacket.
“Hello, Feyre darling,” he purred.

I am thankful for legs that can hike and for the moody fog that makes the air full and fresh in my lungs and for this sleeping boy that loves to be outside maybe even more than I do.

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Hi everyone! With so many bad things happening this year, we can all use some more love and kindness in this world. Which is why for this Thanksgiving, I’ll be doing a charity sale and donating 100% of the profit to reputable environmental and internet freedom charities. I’ve already donated over $1,200 to the Natural Resource Defense Council and the Sierra Club, plus $200 per month for as long as I can. This charity sale will be giving 10% off all purchases from my www.YuumeiArt.com/shop , just use the promo code GIVINGTHANKS from Friday Nov 25th to 29th. In addition, all purchases will receive an extra mystery print and/or mystery button as a thank you for helping the charities! 

Long time followers of my comics such as Knite (about pollution in China) and Fisheye Placebo (about internet surveillance and censorship) will know how important these issues are to our generation. I grew up under the polluted skies of China, where the air choked my lungs and burned my eyes, and I was constantly sick. I never want to see my new home in America go down the same path, which is why protecting the blue skies, the clean air, the clear water and everything that lives within it is so important to me. It’s the same with internet freedom. In China, you can’t access many websites, and can’t freely speak your mind without being censored or worse. These important and basic rights are constantly under attack by corrupt corporations and government officials who put their own money before our future. 


The charities work hard to fight against the corruption, and they need all the help they can get. You can help too by educating yourself about these issues, spreading the word, donating, volunteering, or charity sales. If you know a great charity that needs donations, leave them in the comments! :)


We are not powerless. Spread the kindness, spread the love!