to our hearts and souls

will we ever be more than stardust?

born from soil older than the earth itself
we take the world in a storm and
hold consciousness in the palm of our hand

we have fire in our hearts,
thunder in our souls and
lightning in our veins

we have steel in our bones,
fresh air in our lungs and
determination in our blood

we are love and sorrow and hope and loss
but whatever else we are
we are 65% water

—  g.d.
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Happy three months to the sweetest babe in all the land! Being your mama brings me fulfillment in ways with which nothing else compares.

Father, this little soul has brought incredible joy into our hearts and home, giving us a momentary palpable glimpse of Your fierce love for us each day.

Thank You, thank You, thank You.

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i would just,,, like to take a moment to appreciate lance in the simulator scene 

alright thank u for ur time

Woozi has such a bright future ahead. He’s one of those few truly talented people that you will meet them once in every 100 years….

You are the pride of the fandom Jihoon…. You are our pride.

I Apologize in Advance

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So I still exist. Sometimes. I swear. AND TODAY I’VE RESURFACED TO DRAG YOU ALL BACK INTO THE PAIN AND SUFFERING I’M HAVING OVER MERCY /UGLY SOBBING

I’ve never mentioned it, but I’m a Mercy main. And this woman is so important to me. Lord. And since I didn’t have a Valentine this year, enjoy some Mercy feels. 

I’m so sorry. (Listen to this to make it hurt even more)

  • Mercy dies. Now we may all see this as a common thing in-game, but canonly, Mercy has never fallen. Not once. For who would ever be there to bring her back again?
  • She is always at her most vulnerable when flying in to declare that ‘heroes never die’, and she knows this, knows the stakes are too high and the environment too hostile, but she does it anyway.
  • Her significant other is the last soul she ever saves–imagine this to be who you will, I refuse to drag the ship war into this post–and their horrified face is burned into her retinas before everything goes dark.
  • Every person who has ever been revived by Mercy has received a golden scar in place of the killing blow. Some team mates are covered in flawless gold more than others, but in their hearts they all know they carry a piece of her with them. 
  • Until she falls. The moment the life leaves her eyes, those glimmering blessings fade into dark knots of scar tissue. Dull, just like the world has become without her in it. The only one that retains its glow is a piercing mark above her significant other’s heart, brought on by the most lethal blow of all–losing her.
  • Hundreds are in attendance for her funeral. All of them come baring stories of her compassion, of seeing her brilliant wings and a smile on her lips as the pain faded away, as the darkness fled and breath returned to once still lungs. So many of them keep glancing down at various scars, as if still in disbelief that the light behind them is gone. That she is gone.
  • As the skies open up and her body is lowered into the soil, the heavens weep for the woman who showed mercy one last time.

-Queen

I tell myself that I want to write about you, but I still don’t really know how to. You’re the person who makes me wonder every day whether or not this is what love feels like. You managed to care for all of these pieces of me, pieces of me that I told myself were worthless and unnatural and out of place, and you’ve done what all of the other loves haven’t been able to do yet. I’m not struggling to survive without you, but I know that I don’t want to live in a world where you aren’t there. I’m not leaning on you to be everything that keeps me standing, and yet I want to hold your hand for the rest of this journey. You don’t make me feel like I need someone to tell me I’m enough, but you encourage me to be the strongest version of myself every single day. I’m just someone else entirely because of you. And now I know that this thing, this maybe-love..This was never supposed to make me jittery and out of control. This was supposed to calm me down. And you did just that the day your smile brought my tornado of a world to a gentle spin.
—  @itsfangirlalex; Please don’t ever let me go.
We’ll be talking about galaxies even if I don’t know all of their names. We’ll be naming all the stars we’ll see while pointing our fingers to the sky. We’ll be staring at the sunset even if people see us standing in one place for several minutes. We’ll be laughing at our own jokes after we shared some serious stories. We’ll be singing rhymes for kids and smile brightly like one. We’ll do things people thought we would never do. The cutest things that tickle our hearts and made our cheeks ache because they bring happiness to our souls. Things we always wished we could do from the very beginning. We’ll be happy together—genuinely. We’ll let our surroundings blur as long as we’re not hurting other people. Baby, we could be the characters in our favorite books, but I want you to know that we could always be our own selves—in the story of our own life. And that’s what I wanted us to do.
—  ma.c.a // Love Is Being Real Together

“Every one who is seriously involved in the pursuit of science becomes convinced that a spirit is manifest in the laws of the Universe-a spirit vastly superior to that of man, and one in the face of which we with our modest powers must feel humble.”      
~ Albert Einstein

~ Precious Animation ~ sfioramiilcuore

My eyes watching you from afar. My heart aching when seeing your pictures. My soul calling for you in silence. I don’t know what is happening to me. I need you badly, I wish to see you strongly. My heartbeats whisper “I love you”. I mention you before my sleep. And you come to me in my sleep. I wake up looking for you around, wishing to find you beside me. And coincidences gather us. As if we never knew each other, we avoid looking at each other. And the heart burns from its sighs. Ego has become the title of our story. So life continues more with imagination than reality. This is what vanity spawns. If only we humble ourselves more, so that our souls would cheer up and our hearts flourish with peace and love.

تراقبك عيناي من بعيد …ويتألم قلبي عند رؤية صورك …تناديك روحي بصمت …لا أعلم ما الذي يحصل لي …أحتاجك بشده ..وأرغب بلقياك بقوه …تهمس دقات قلبي ،وتقول أني أحبك… أذكرك قبل نومي ..فتأتيني في حلمي …. أستيقظ وأبحث من حولي لعلي أجدك بجانبي .. وتأتي الصدف لتجمعنا…وكأننا لم نعرف بَعضُنَا ….كل منا يغض بصره …ويحترق القلب من أهاته …الكبرياء أصبح عنوان قصتنا … فلتستمر حياتنا بالخيال أكثر من الواقع … هذا ما يصنعه الغرور…ليتنا نتواضع قليلاً … كي تسعد أرواحنا وتزهر قلوبنا حباً وسلاماً
—  سجى الليل