“You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. Unjust I may have been, weak and resentful I have been, but never inconstant.” – Jane Austen, Persuasion
“Orgasms… They’re not a gift. It’s your right … Have some fun … Be a little lazy or a little slutty. Make a mistake … You’re never gonna look back and say, ‘I wish I’d been more uptight.’ And stop always saying what everyone wants to hear. Tell someone off. It’s good for ‘em and better for you, especially if it’s a car salesman … I want you to fall in love. And it has to be somebody who’s worthy. Find a decent man who loves you just a little more than you love him … Never make yourself small for anyone. Be your own person. And try wearing a little lipstick.”
what if the boys at the 4077th weren’t doctors? what if they got drafted as soldiers just like everyone else?
imagine, Hawkeye Pierce as the son of a fisherman from Maine, who worked in the local drugstore to pay his way towards becoming an English teacher, who taught at the town’s tiny schoolhouse until the day he got his draft card.
John McIntyre the lawyer, trying to argue his way out of leaving his wife and children, and ending up on the front lines just the same.
part-time auto mechanic, part-time hobbyist BJ Hunnicutt, being sent to work on sherman tanks and fire a gun in his spare time.
Frank Burns, failed actor, successful accountant, clinging to his bible and ultimately proving too cowardly and neurotic to be anywhere near the front.
Sherman Potter, just barely avoiding the draft and being left at home to continue being the best veterinarian in Hannibal, Missouri.
and Henry Blake, a family man who managed to get an early retirement from his job as a salesman, unable to believe that he got drafted, of all people, struggling to make sense of his situation.
You need to shake it up a little. Be a little lazy or a little slutty. Make a mistake. You’re never going to look back and wish you’d been a little uptight. And stop always saying what everyone wants to hear. Tell someone off. It’s good for them, better for you, especially if it’s a car salesperson. I want you to fall in love and it has to be someone who’s worthy. Find a decent man who loves you just a little more than you love him. He needs to think he is lucky to have you and not the other way around. Never make yourself small for anyone. Be your own person and try wearing a little lipstick.
Diane Pierce, Grey’s Anatomy
This episode hit home because I wish this is the advice that my mom would have given me before she died.
↳ “I can listen no longer in silence. I must speak to you by such means as are within my reach. You pierce my soul. I am half agony, half hope. Tell me not that I am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. I offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. Dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. I have loved none but you. ”
Requested by anon:
hello can you do a sherlock x reader angst based on the song beneath the surface by dream theatre thank you ♡
Pairing: Sherlock x reader
Word count: 1,440
A/N: I tried to write something different with this one. I hope you like it. ;) Also, this is set between season 3 and season 4 (you know when Mycroft wants to send Sherlock away…) *Tags under the cut.
“My dear lover (Y/N),
I must ask you a
question, as it is the only way I can get rid of this sentiment invading my
brilliant mind. A question, perhaps, too ridiculous to come from a man like me,
yet important to kept my sanity. Please, forgive me if I cause trouble, but you
know I must focus solely on what matters; my job, which is the only thing that fulfils
me, or so I thought. I’m spoiling the point, forgive me. I will ask you the
question now – it is a great time to stop reading – and please promise me you
will never repeat it out loud, and you will never talk about it –or this
letter, for that matter – with anyone. I don’t know what will be of me after
such thing. The paragraph is too big, I fear, I will write the question on the
next one, as a starter, like an elegant letter. I’m sorry for this
introduction, I can’t put my mind on order and you will see why very soon. I
really hope you understand that that is the reason why my usually clear
calligraphy has turned into a mess, or why I can’t make myself write a drabble
and then type a proper version that is perfectly understandable.
Is there ever a right
time? You had led me to believe you’d be there for me. Perhaps when the star
aligned, when you weren’t so consumed. I looked for clues, for it is all I know
how to do, and yet I found none. John told me to be patient, and so I waited in
the shadows, looking for the minimal cue that showed me the time was right –
but it never happened.
It was then when I
stopped caring, and God knows I am utterly regretful at that choice. I forgot
the reason why I longed to be so close to you, and faded – disappeared – into the
darkness, the same darkness in which I had hidden my feelings until the proper
time arrived. Said darkness turned into pain, a pain that I had never felt
before, and I’m afraid it never went away. It hurts, my love, and it will
continue to hurt forevermore.
I wore my feelings, I
never hid them until John suggested to. I craved for the moment when you
realized that my love for you was new to me, and so I couldn’t quite confess
with words what I felt with my soul. Words are never enough to such things, you’ll
see, no matter how strong they are only actions can interpret the feelings of
Am I being too poetic?
I’m afraid so, but then again, I don’t feel like myself. That is why I’m
writing to you this letter. I must expel everything out, as it is the only way
I can rest in peace each night, without you invading my mind.
Where was I? Oh yes, I
wore my feelings but after I stopped caring, I hid them; I buried all of the
remains deep beneath the surface. <- That is quite a catchy phrase, should I
write it more often?
I’m deeply sorry for
not knowing the truth; for believing I was the only one suffering in silence.
If I had deduced it in time… But love blinds us all, and I couldn’t imagine a
human like you in love with a monster like me. I now blame that as the reason
why the right time never came; it was always there, but we were too blind and
I appreciate your
effort trying to protect my fragile frame. You couldn’t risk it, could you? If
you had, maybe I would go mad – but dear, my dearest (Y/N), I am already mad.
How was your search?
The search for words, the rehearsals of what you’d do when the moment came… I
know mine was tedious, and more than once I thought of quitting and confessing
my love at any time without any hesitation. But I couldn’t do it, because I
believed you deserved more than a mad man bursting into millions of pieces out
of a sudden, especially me, who you know to be a well-centred person. I would
scream just to be heard, yelling at the stars above – but I fear the stars were
the only ones to know apart from John.
John found out a bit
later, after you and I both stopped caring. He noticed the break up between us,
although there was nothing to break up since there was nothing between us. But
I craved for it with all of my might. I was bleeding just to feel, and have you
feel back – I craved your soft touch, and your never ending love; it was
perhaps egoistical from me to dream of you falling in love, but I needed it. I
must admit that a bit of me got very proud of knowing that you did love me
If you had only told me
how you truly felt, things would be different. I would be writing another kind
of letter – if any – and not a good-bye one. I would be by your side, with my
mind on its place and my heart warm by your side. But I’m afraid it will never
happen, and I will never see you again.
Is this making things
easier for you? I knew you would try to run away, quitting perhaps, but I’m
sure you would never consider that I would kill a man threatening your and all
of my family’s life; did you think I could murder someone? Of course you didn’t,
because you were in love and love blind us all. But I did, and now I will have
to go away. This letter is to free us both from the invisible chain we
unconsciously tied around our necks.
The shell of what
things could have been will be destroyed once I finish writing this letter, and
hopefully yours will once you finish reading it. The secrets we kept were too
frail, and our tired bones must rest now. Carrying such weight isn’t healthy,
you know it for sure.
I’m sad to think I
never knew. Not only does it mean I’m not as good as I thought I was, but it also
means I missed the chance of my life. Do you feel the same? After reading this
letter, and after doing whatever it is that you chose to do with it, will you
forgive me for being so blind? I kept you away from love, happiness and maybe a
future. You will now walk the London streets alone, knowing that it could have
been me by your side, rather than the cold wind and the yellow fog.
I hope that your future
is as bright as mine can’t be. A person like you will be able to find someone
else soon, and hopefully someone better. I must admit, I was very concerned
that you would fall for me, because I know who I am and I know that you deserve
better. I also know that this letter has different messages that may result
confusing, but do know that love is confusing and, although I have stopped
caring, my love for you will continue for the rest of my days as an old memory
deep inside my soul.
Remember those nights,
at the very top of the bridge that crosses the Thames, in which we would find
the one boat sailing earlier than the rest? Remember the tiny red light it had
on the top? Remember the pulsing, blurry vision we’d get of it once it sailed
away? That is my love for you now. It is objective, because it is there, but it
no longer shines in front row but rather in the back.
Am I being too harsh
with you? Apologies, my lack of care is playing with us me. As said before, if I
had known how you felt, things would be different. However, you kept me
reaching in the dark for something to… conceal. Why did you do this? Did you
stop caring before me? Please, do tell me how you achieved it.
I hope you don’t forget me, lover. I hope you find
someone else that isn’t as blind or fragile as me. Please, don’t remember me as
the killer that wrote you a sad letter just to shake you off his mind. Remember
me as the world’s smartest man, the one that you were once able to love. Maybe
then I will turn human again.
you pierce my soul. i am half agony, half hope. tell me not that i am too late, that such precious feelings are gone for ever. i offer myself to you again with a heart even more your own than when you almost broke it, eight years and a half ago. dare not say that man forgets sooner than woman, that his love has an earlier death. i have loved none but you.
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