“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life. A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave. A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master…” ― Elizabeth Gilbert
I have a best friend. Her name is Crystal. She moved to Portland two years ago. She is beautiful and the light of my whole life. I have been praying for two and a half years that she’d know Jesus. And I will keep praying that until it’s a reality. Recently, she’s expressed interest in exploring faith. It has been very cool and exciting. My friends and I have been praying that she would meet one Christian in Portland that she could connect with. One week and one day ago I messaged some random guy on Tumblr cause tbh I thought he was cute and wanted to know more about him. Turns out he lives in Portland. Turns out he’s amazing and offered to meet up with Crystal. Turns out they met today and she loved him and wants to be his friend. Turns out God hears us and answers our prayers. Bless up.
i’m gonna try and reduce this to single sentences or phrases bc i’m not trying to be too much of a sap ok. this is in no particular order! these are the people i talk to most often but there are other people who i cherish. there’s a blogroll on my desktop theme (sorry if i forgot anyone omg)
she likes to be kissed softly during romance movies. if you nibble down her neck and across her collar bones, she’ll melt into you. she will stop to pet every single dog, and would adopt every kitten if she could. she likes ice cream in most flavors and will eat it out of the bin if you let her - and you should let her. she likes it when you point out nice plants and give her pretty things like pebbles and grass rings. she gets sleepy somewhere around noon. she likes looking at the sky. i think she is in love with the moon.
she used to be in love with me, too.
when you kiss her forehead, tell her that her hair smells nice. tell her that the fleck in her eye is beautiful. tell her that her freckles and scars are treasure maps, tell her that her tummy is the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. tell her your secrets, she’ll handle them perfectly. tell her that she’s a lighthouse, a garden full of daisies, a secret hiding place where time stops and things make sense, an ocean deep. tell her that she’s worth your whole being. tell her for me.
hold onto her the way i couldn’t. trust me, i know what i lost. give her the life she was waiting for, the one i couldn’t hand her. give her romance and fairy lights and laughter and curling up and quiet, give her art and music and wild, give her home. trust me, hold onto her.
i feel the ache of her absence as if she removed my soul.
a/n: look I know I have a lot of things for luke already but I’m also working on something with ashton so just hold on anyways this is kind of short it was inspired by this video (my email isn’t working and I went through so much damn trouble to get that link from my phone to the laptop be grateful) and I hope you enjoy it !!
“Luke, get out of the street!”
He looked back at you and winked as he took one step further onto the road.
“Come on, I’m serious!” you yelled, stifling a laugh.
“If you’re so serious, why are you laughing?”
“Shut up, come on, we’re almost to the train station.”
“Loosen up! No one’s even driving at this time of night.”
You could hear him humming a song, although you couldn’t tell what it was. But when wasn’t he humming honestly, whether it was a song he was working on in the studio, or an inkling of a new one, or just a song he heard on the radio.
Luke didn’t say anything, just kept humming as he strolled back to you with a sly smile on his face. He took your hand and started pulling you into the street as well.
“Luke…” you said, almost a whine.
As he started humming louder, you almost recognized the song.
“If I lay here…”
You let out a light laugh.
“If i just lay here…”
Luke was always a cheesy romantic; always acting as though he was in a movie.
“Would you lie with me and just forget the world…”
He pulled you into him and put his arms around your waist as he continues to hum. The two of you sway back and forth, your head on his chest and his chin on your head, completely at peace. You could feel the vibrations of Luke’s voice in his chest. You closed your eyes, focusing on the sound of his voice and the feeling of his arms around your waist.
“Forget what we’re told…”
You became completely lost in him. He had relaxed into you as you had into him. The rhythm of his sways almost lulled you asleep, while the smell of his cologne that he’d used since high school kept you awake.
“Before we get too old…”
As his voice got softer, you could feel his eyes on you. You lifted your head off of his chest, already missing the sound of his beating heart. You found yourself to be right, as you looked into his eyes that seemed to shine despite it being completely dark out.
“Show me a garden that’s bursting into life…”
It must’ve looked odd, just two people dancing in the street to music too soft to be heard, almost invisible if it hadn’t been for the glow of the street lights around you. But you couldn’t care less. It was as if only the two of you existed. Only you, and Luke, and his arms around you, and his feet moving the both of you, and his heart beating in your ear.
Well, friends and family. We did it. We’ve made it to 420(+!!!!!) followers. Whether it was my gratuitous shitposting, my mediocre writing, or my selfies attracting amateur porn blogs, I’d like to take a moment to thank some very special people in my life:
The actual light of my life tbh. Never has there been someone more there for me in the past year or so than you. I lean on you too much I know but you are my dearest friend and I know you’ll do great and amazing things in the future. Ily wife <33
KNIGHTS OF THE ROUND TABLE. - those I’ve been worthy enough of interacting with or knowing from another blog. Ty for making my journey with percival perfect so far!
Rodella, do you think ichihime might go canon? If so, are you going to accept the ending?
Do I think there’s a possibility?
Especially after the rush of the ending, most bleach fans are considering ichi/hime a possibility, even if it is only because it’s the “easy” route to take–
But I’d disagree with that.
Orihime and Ichigo have not had nearly the amount of mutualdevelopment required for canonity. Not even close.
Ichi/Hime, according to me, the majority of the bleach fandom, and the canon of the damn series, is the epitome of unrequitedness, and if Kubo thinks that the tag-team was enough “development” for this pairing to be endgame–and throw all the Ichi->Ruki and Ishi->Hime development out the window in the process– all I gotta say is that it takes two to tango and let me tell you, Ichigo hasn’t even put his goddamn dancing shoes on.
As for accepting the ending…I just want to clarify that I love bleach. I love Kubo’s poetry and his art and his beautiful, beautiful characters–Rukia Kuchiki and Ishida Uryuu…the lights of my life tbh– and he’s sold his story to me, you know? Soul Society had me hook, line, and sinker, and I guess I’m here till the end…
A HUGE reason why I love this series is because of the chemistry between Ichigo/Rukia. I love the sheer inevitability of their fates colliding. The way they literally make the universe click around them. The way they just…the way they’re just good for each other. The fact that they saved each other in the ways they needed to be saved in–
If IchiRuki doesn’t go canon, I’m gonna be ignoring the ending lmao y’all better expect like 50000 au’s from the hellchat giving those two the soft epilogue they deserve–
Please just punch me in the face I love these idiots so much.
i am feeling michael lately.… . i honestly feel michael more than i feel myself tbh. if my cousin didn’t drag me downstairs a couple minutes before midnight yesterday i would’ve spent my new years watching jbh and trying not to sob bc of michael. i am trying to be cool n trendy so idk what this is exactly.