“Easter to me is a very special holiday. In my life it represents love. A love I’ve found in Jesus, and also a love I found in life. A love I never knew could exist and can’t imagine living without. A love that has taught me more about myself in the past 2 years of being saved versus my 25 years of living.” - Joy E. Kraft
“Waverley had, indeed, as he looked closer into the state of the Chevalier’s court, less reason to be satisfied with it. It contained, as they say an acorn includes all the ramifications of the future oak, as many seeds of tracasserie and intrigue as might have done honour to the court of a large empire.” - Sir Walter Scott, Waverly
AN: Based off from Jay Park’s “Metronome.” Babe. But anyway, was listening to it ALL day and this came to be ~ Angst with a happy ending!
Summary: Taehyung and you are at the brink of breaking up, to never be again. Arguing. Never synced with the other. Silence takes over the home and it’s empty. Taehyung only knows, that if things start to fail him, he must start from the beginning.
Metronome (me-truh-nohm): (noun) If only we could be at the same tempo, the same beat. “We’re not in sync, why are we always off baby?” Our beat isn’t right.
When you’re cold, I’m hot But when one wants to leave, the other begs not to go
The good thing about all this, is that anybody can become liberated, at any moment. But this is because you are already liberated. If you were not liberated, you would never be able to become liberated. But because you’re already liberated, all you’re really doing is taking off the stuff that makes you think you’re not liberated, dark clouds, the layers and layers of nonsense, garbage, that you covered yourself with all of these years. The thought ‘I am important, I am somebody’. This is what keeps you in bondage.
Flashes of light pulled at you with rough fingers, iron grip
like ice. You were ripped from your dream where your only sense of stability
lied. Streaks of whiteness imprinted behind your closed lids, a silent presence
that lingered even as you opened your eyes. The scent of rain was here. A smell
of darkness and the calm that you adored, but also dreaded as it neared.
Origin: Atrabilious comes from the Latin ātra bīlis meaning “black bile.” Black bile is one of the four elemental bodily humors of medieval physiology, regarded as causing melancholy. Atrabilious entered English in the mid-1600s.
“It was remarked by Aristotle, who was a long way the shrewdest and most scientific observer of antiquity, that all men of genius have been melancholic or atrabilious.” - James Sully, “Genius and Insanity,” The Popular Science Monthly, August 1885