we have a life

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There once was a girl & boy who lived in Charolette Lane
The woman was gracious as ever
As she embraces her beauty
Her greatness in her skin
Her knots in the locs of her hair
She rides alongside her man
Seeing him
&
Seeing his reflection
She begins to stare at his soul
All of the hurt and all the pain
The universe moves faster
The air pushes faster
Brushes her away
God willing she wants to glide with him
But can’t leave her daunting past
As time knocks on her door ever single damn time like an overfull sock drawer
She wants to move
She wants to run with him
But she can’t because he must love the two of her
He must decide if he wants two of her not half
Slice a peer in half and give her one
But finish both and you have ate the seed of life
We join together as one but we live separate in the temple
He loves her just the way she is but finds faults in everything she does even though he loves her effortlessly
Your hair Is like a BRAIDED antenna touching the universe.
Your hair is made to fly
The best way to speak to God
We were created
We are one
We are love
We are one but separate in the temple a poem by Africancreature

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Things to add to your bucket list:

Travel:

  • See The Northern Lights 
  • See A Solar Eclipse 
  • See A Waterfall 
  • See Cherry Blossoms in Japan 
  • See The 7 Wonders of The World 
  • See The Mona Lisa, at the Louvre in Paris 
  • See Da Vinci’s Notebooks, Victoria and Albert Museum 
  • Spend New Year’s Eve in Times Square 
  • Spend a day at Central Park, New York 
  • Spend Mardi Gras in New Orleans 
  • Spend La Tomatina in Spain 
  • Spend Dia De Los Muertos in Mexico 
  • Use a Cable Car In San Francisco 
  • Visit Anne Frank’s House 
  • Visit Large Hadron Collider 
  • Walk Along the Great Wall of China 
  • Push A Stone at Stonehenge 
  • Wear an Authentic Kimono in Japan 
  • Make A Guard Laugh at Buckingham Palace 
  • Go to an Olympic Game 
  • Travel All Around the World 
  • Stand at The Equator 
  • Backpack Across at Least 10 Locations 
  • Pack Your Bags and Set Off for A Random Location 
  • Live in A Different Country for at Least 6 Months 
  • Set Foot in All the Continents 
  • See A TED Talk Live 
  • Comic Con or Who Con – Any Con 
  • Tee in The Park 
  • Coachella 
  • Go On a Safari 

Achieve Something

  • Achieve My Ideal Weight 
  • Publish A Book 
  • Get Featured in The Media for Something You Are Proud Of 
  • Start A Movement On a Cause You Believe In 
  • Get A Standing Ovation 
  • Get A Street Named After Me 
  • Give £10,000 To Charity 
  • Create A Famous Quote 
  • Start A Phenomenon 
  • Start A Petition 
  • Prove A Theory 
  • Become an Ordained Minister 

People

  • Be A Matchmaker 
  • Contact A Company  Just to Thank Them 
  • Fold 1,000 Origami Cranes and Give Them to Someone Special 
  • Pie Someone in The Face 
  • Personally Know Someone Famous 
  • Do Volunteer Work 
  • Be A Mentor to Someone 
  • Make A Difference in Someone’s Life 
  • Teach Someone Illiterate to Read 
  • Give A Heartfelt Surprise to Someone 
  • Perform A Kind Deed Without Expecting Anything in Return 
  • Meet A Good Street Performer 
  • Shake Hands with PM and President 
  • Meet Someone You Can Only Dream of Meeting 
  • Collect Autographs from All My Favourite People 
  • Donate Blood and Meet Who It Got Donated To 
  • Get A Pen Pal 
  • Write 365 Letters to Someone 
  • Write Letters to 5 People Who Positively Influenced You 
  • Leave £100 Tip for a waiter/waitress 
  • Befriend A Stranger 
  • Get A Drink for A Stranger 
  • High Five a Stranger 
  • Take A Picture with A Stranger 
  • Give Free Hugs on a side-walk 
  • Hold Sign Saying ‘Talk to Me About Anything’ On A Busy Street 
  • Order Pizza and Send It to A Random House with Note 

Something for Me

  • Get A Pet 
  • Get A Complete Makeover 
  • Decorate My Room – Paint A Cool Landscape 
  • Fly First Class 
  • Get My Portrait Painted 
  • Legitimately Play a Song On Any Musical Instrument 
  • Get A Signed Copy of a Book I Love 
  • Dye My Hair an Unnatural Colour – Purple/Blue 
  • Get The Restaurant Staff Sing for my birthday 
  • Get A Mani/Pedi 
  • Have A Spa Day 
  • Receive A Postcard from All Countries from Post Crossing 
  • Get A Star Named After Me 
  • Get Picked Up at The Airport by Someone with A Sign 
  • Authentic Chuck Taylors 

Learn Something New

  • Learn A New Language 
  • Learn Morse Code 
  • Learn to Say Hello in 26 Languages 
  • Learn Sign Language 

Try Something New

  • Try A Profession in A Different Field 
  • Try Every Single Ben and Jerry’s Flavour 
  • Try to Be Vegan for A Week 

Once in a Lifetime

  • Fly in A Hot-Air Balloon 
  • Do Public Speaking 
  • Act in A Film - Big or Small 
  • Be an Extra in a Big Film 
  • Crowd Surf 
  • Indoor Skydiving 
  • Wash an Elephant 
  • Ride A Rollercoaster 
  • Be On a Big Screen 

Participate in/Organize  Something

  • Run A Marathon 
  • Volunteer at A Hospice 
  • Go in A Corn Maze 
  • Join A Book Club 
  • High School Reunion 
  • Participate in Holi Festival 
  • Attend A Jewish Wedding 
  • Attend A Christian Wedding 
  • Attend A Hindi Wedding 
  • Attend A Sikh Wedding 
  • Attend A Muslim Wedding 
  • Attend An Atheist Wedding
  • Attend Any Wedding … 
  • Attend A Random Wedding as a Stranger 
  • Treasure Hunt 
  • Scavenger Hunt 
  • Masquerade Ball 
  • Murder Mystery Dinner 
  • Organise A Picnic Outing 
  • Organise A Barbeque 
  • Organize a Block Party 
  • Throw A Mega Party       
  • Put On a Fundraiser 
  • Foam Party 
  • Zombie Walk 
  • National Novel Writing Month 
  • MONOPOLY – actually complete it 

Something Sentimental

  • Walk/Dance Barefoot in The Rain 
  • Experience A Sunrise 
  • Experience A Sunset 
  • Go Stargazing 
  • Plant A Tree and Watch It Grow 
  • Go Camping 
  • Road Trip 
  • Fly A Kite 
  • Fall Asleep On Grassy Plains 
  • Ultimate Water Fight 
  • Message in A Bottle 
  • Sleep Under the Stars 
  • Make A Cool Snowman 
  • MOVIE MARATHON 
  • All Day with No Technology 
  • Water gun and Water Balloon Fight 
  • Bonfire and S’mores 
  • Blanket and Sofa Fort 
  • Catch Fireflies 
  • Collect Seashells 
  • Messy Twister 
  • Let A Floating Lantern Go 
  • Belong in A Secret Society 
  • Collect A Penny Made in Every Year I’ve Been Alive
  • Food Fight 
  • Leave A Note in A Library Book 
  • Leave A Note On A Car Window 
  • Leave A Shoe at A Ball 
  • Release A Chinese Lantern 
  • Use A Fake Name at Starbucks 
  • Pretend to Be a Window Mannequin 
  • Pull A Fire Alarm 
  • Pull an All Nighter 
  • Put A Pair of My Shoes On a Shoe Tree 

Places to go / Things To See

  • Ballet 
  • Beach 
  • Castle 
  • Concert 
  • Drive-in Movie 
  • Factory 
  • Haunted Place 
  • Laser Quest 
  • Museum 
  • Music Festival 
  • Paintballing 
  • Theatre 
  • Zip line 

Make Something

  • Knit A Scarf 
  • Build A Treehouse 
  • Write A Children’s Book 
  • Start A Vlog 
  • Make A Rubber Band Ball 
  • Start A Scrapbook 
  • Do A 365 Day Photo Project 
  • Wreck-This Journal 
  • Make A Bracelet 
  • Bake Something 

anonymous asked:

Don't you feel called out by that tweet??

Shouldn’t everyone? :D

Honestly, I think Gillian doesn’t give a fuck about speculation, rumours, headcanons, ships… It’s the internet, it’s social media. It’s a mess. She is a real person. We are real people. She has a life. We have lives. She’s “with me” since I’m 11 years old, that’s more than half of my life. We all love her. Sometimes, it seems like we’re all this big family - mothers, sisters, fathers, aunts, grandmoms - who all want to give her some of our wisdom. That isn’t working in real families, and of course it isn’t on here and with her. We fight because everyone wants to be right. Because everyone has a different wish for her. And yet, she remains Gillian. We can be sad, we can be worried, we can be angry. But we’re not her family. Gillian has her own family who most likely already does these things for her.

I’m just living my little fan/shipper-life around here in my free time. I would go to the moon and back for her. Still, she annoys me sometimes. But who cares? She certainly doesn’t and shouldn’t, because she has a hell of a lot of people wanting a hell of a lot of different things for and from her.

In the end, she won’t give a fuck if it isn’t what feels right to her. I think that applies to everyone. We do what we think is right, even if we’re proven wrong in the end. Or would do it differently sometime later in life…

Shawn Mendes- Burry your world in me.

Originally posted by shawnscozycorner

Hi guys… This I wrote a while back and I’m just reposting it cause I can and I  haven’t wrote any new ones cause… ya know… grades…I wrote this really early in the morning so my apologies if it’s crap and my spelling and grammar is absolutely atrocious. It’s a bit weird…. but kinda cool…. and it’s clean and fluffy… kinda like my dog 😂

Shawn’s pov

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Y/n had been here for a few days now… She was staying with me for a week while I was on tour… Still another month left to go… I’m not sure how much longer I can hold up….. being on tour really takes a toll on life…. We have been dating for about 11 months now and I miss her so much when I’m away. Y/n  moved into a house around the corner from me as she was at uni … rather strange … she came all the way from Australia to study mechanical engineering… when I asked her about it she just said she loves the thrill of adventure why study at home when you could be somewhere new? Her parents also moved over… I guess the sprit of adventure is hereditary.

We are in my hotel apartment and she came out of the shower wearing zig zag pj shorts and a blue top with a shark on the back saying “ I love the smell of neoprene in the morning” I laughed as she caught me in her magnetising gaze knowing very well that I am completely petrified of the ocean and all its blue affinities. “I love the smell of you in the morning ” I mocked, she chuckled and threw a pillow at me. Its amazing how even though she never tries to look good… She looks good. “Do u want tea, coffe?” She asked walking  over to the kitchenette opening the top cupboard “tea” I replied as I crashed on the bed.. It had been a crazy day. I rolled over to see her on her tiptoes jumping, trying to reach the cups that I….. Not even thinking about it put up on the top shelf. “Dammit Shawn I’m going to put bricks on your head if you keep doing that ”. Placing the tea on my beside table she wondered back over to the kitchen to grab hers…. Blonde hair flowing behind her… As she turned around with the biggest smile,  the tendrils of steam liking her nose as she bought her drink closer to her lips…. I couldn’t hold it back any longer…. I’m ok….. I’m ok …. no I’m not. My eyes filled with waterfalls that were that were steaming on my burning cheeks and the salty tates intertwined its folicules with my lips. I  moved to sit on the edge of the bed hoping she hasn’t noticed,  but she rushed over. “Oh my god what’s wrong?” She exclaimed with a hint of concern in her sexy thick Australian accent…. I couldn’t talk…. Burrying my head into her chest, forming puddles on her shirt. We just stayed like that, my world being protected  in her arms…. I felt vibrations reflect off her heartbeat as she started to innocently sing…..
“ you know that sometimes it all gets a little too much
You just gotta realise that soon the Fog will clear up…
And I’m saying Shawn stay with me
Everything will be alright …..
I don’t know what you going through but there is so much life a head of you
And it won’t slow down no matter what you do you just gotta hold on”

What a mashup… But it works… Then shifting my head and looking down into my eyes kneeling down to my level, Y/n wipes away my  tears singing   In her sweet voice…
“ you just gotta hold on for me”
Something tells me she already knows why I’m crying. Pulling back onto the bed she wraps her arms securely around me… my head still buried in her torso.

“I can’t take it anymore I begin”
“ I’ve been away too long… I miss my family…. My sister…. I miss you…. I miss my bed…. I’m sick of having cameras constantly shoved in my face…. And as much as I love my fans… You know I do….. Having a line of constantly screaming girls around you gets irritating…. I am sick of the planes…. The sound checks….. I don’t know maybe I’m just winging for no reason…. But being here with you reminds me of what life was like before… Just simple.

“I know it’s hard but it’s nearly over… And it’s perfectly OK to miss those things Shawn… You forget that your only human” she says kissing me on the forehead and brushing away the last of my tears, the shallow valleys of her hand, guiding the water away from my cheeks. It’s really nice not to have someone belting me with advice for a change… Just there to sit and listen.

As we lie here and time seems to stop, I realise that I’m not merely basking in her warm grasp because I’m sad… But I’m holding on because she is my anchor and if I let go I will drift away to a distant place that I don’t want to be.

“Can you sing to me again” I say as I look up into her firework y/e/c eyes.
She starts quietly singing a song along the lines of :
“ if I lay here if I just lay here would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

(A/n this song is Chasing Cars by Snow Patrol…. it is sooo good have a listen)

And that’s what we do, synchronising our breathing… It’s funny because just before when she was singing my own words back to me….. that’s the first time I  realised the power that my words… of the songs I wrote…. really had.

I listen to her sun kissed heart beat, until she recommends that I take a hot shower.
“It will make you feel better”
She says as I trail off into the bathroom compliantly.

I emerge to find her standing out on the balcony, hair trailing in the wind…
As I walk out I seriously regret the decision to not wear a shirt because it is freaking freezing out here. I wrap my arms around her from behind, hands gently scraping her curves that warp around her as eloquently as a ball gown, as she leans up against the railing.
“Why are you out here it’s like Antartica?” I say chattering
“ I like the bite of the cold it gives me an edge”
She mocks not in the slightest saracastically as she twists around in my arms to face me.
Typical Australian.
“So ‘Canada’ ( that’s my nickname) how do you feel ”
“ Much better”
I draw her in closer and as she puts her head on my shoulder she whispers….
“ Ya know what?”
“What?”
“ Mum always said, never under estimate the healing power of water, hugs and music”
I chuckle as I mange to drag her back inside…. Lying on the bed I kiss her softy…. Man, her lips are another universe and I’m just a terribly lost astronaut exploring the Galaxy… There is no need to look for home when it’s lying right next to you.
Her skin is electric up against mine.    Try get some sleep she muttered handing me a headphone… Its really adorable that, with that beautiful mind of hers… She never could fall asleep without music…. ‘it’s the simple things’ she would always say to me.

And there we lay  in my colloquial universe comprised with only us…. No fans… No meetings… No managers… just us.

Oliver, sweetie, are you serious?

So WHAT if Thea made a little boo-boo? She was doing what YOU would have done for her!

“Screwing up her life”?! If that information that Dragon Lady possessed had gotten out, and we ALL know it would have, YOUR life would have been OVER.

You would no longer be Mayor.

You would be ARRESTED.

And put in JAIL for the REST OF YOUR LIFE.

Excuse Thea for not wanting to see another member of her family in a prison jumpsuit or dead.

nwcountrygirl17  asked:

Hey Caitlyn I was wondering if you think being ill adapt to change is a ravenclaw thing? Possibly stems from a want for certainty??

Mmm I actually think that Ravenclaws are highly adaptable. I think that of the four houses, we have some of the openest minds and are very accepting of the new and different. Maybe a want for certainty is something deep rooted in us, but I really think that stems from trusting ourselves more, ya know? Like we grow to be more confident in our own decisions and individuality, and in that process, we become certain of ourselves. And that’s what guides us through life. We’ll always have ourselves to fall back on and we develop confidence in our own uniqueness. 

-Caitlin (Ravenclaw)

if the 7 planets we found actually do have intelligent life forms they probably have interplanetary alliances and all and im gonna Freak Out

a series of conversations with, and about, my mother:

1.
she tells me that the only things that matter to me are the things that matter to me, and that since I don’t have anywhere else to go, I’d better find somewhere else to go.

2.
all the usual cliches, tired metaphors, stock characters:
the kindly psychiatrist nudges me onto the couch and asks me how that makes me feel.
like bashing my head off a brick wall, the ouroboros eating its own tail, Sisyphus and the boulder.
hats dropped, hell and high water, bridges and ships half-burnt.

3.
she tells me I’m my father’s daughter, and it’s not a compliment. promises me I won’t get away with silence. digs her heels in, catches me between her teeth and shakes until she hears my neck snap.

4.
my whole life people have been telling us we look alike and she says, “really? I don’t think so.”

(the first person to have named my mother for what she is hears the knife in my throat and says, “you know what you sound like right now, don’t you?”)

5.
I write until my hands cramp and can only ever seem to conjure the familiar, the same worn images.
bricks and circles and apples.
I think of blinders and of funhouse mirrors, and of doing the same thing over and over while daring to hope for different results.

6.
I ask her to stop acting like the ongoing car crash in my head is somehow worse for her than it is for me, and she says, “well, isn’t it?”

7.
she doesn’t have to tell me there isn’t space for me in this house anymore: my bottles get crowded out of the shower rack, my mugs shoved to the back of the kitchen cupboard.
I packed up a life in cardboard boxes to return here with me and it sits untouched in the garage.

8.
a well-meaning someone cheerfully asks about my weight loss and I tell them the truth -
spout off the numbers I’ve collected and keep in my pocket along with the strands of my hair that have fallen out and the bones of my wrists.
two winters ago, six weeks and thirty pounds lost with the leaves on the trees when the frost came. a story about hibernation and a black dog.
“people don’t need to know that,” my mother says.

9.
when she’s run out of ways to argue with me, she says, “when you were twelve, you said -”
and I want to ask her if she’s numbered all the selves she’s been since childhood, counted the nights spent digging up the backyard looking for hatchets.
I don’t.
she and I don’t know how to ask each other questions unless they’re projectiles.

11.
we’re in her car when I tell her I’m gay. the word exits my mouth like a misfired bullet and there is a silence.
I think again of cliches, eye of the hurricane, calm before the storm.
she says, “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

12.
I am re-teaching myself to write so it doesn’t hurt, correcting my grip on the pen like a child. learning to relax my jaw before I grind my teeth into dust.

for years I’ve stubbornly held onto the habit of defining myself in opposition, labeling myself without, circling all the gaps where my missing pieces should be.
my mother has cities inside her and all my maps are saltwater-stained and half-legible: even the streets I walk daily are sometimes impossible to navigate.

it’s been a long time since I first learned to fill her silences myself; found a life in hanging art on blank walls and turning my music up loud to fill an empty house.

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kcalbsuiris replied to your post “Are dobermans good for psych work?”

I’ve had seizures my entire life and my aunt has als we both have a Doberman as service a dog and they’re great service dogs! Have you seen the photos of the service dogs at the 9/11 sites? Majority of them are dobies!

Service dogs at 9/11? Do you mean the search and rescue dogs, which are often mistakenly called service dogs? There was a single doberman with FEMA certification (out of 80 deployed dogs), his name is Sunny and he has since passed on. His story is very well known and very popular among the SAR and working doberman community.

Or do you mean the therapy dogs, which are also often mistakenly called service dogs? Many dobermans make great therapy dogs, but working occasionally to comfort the general public is very different from working every day in public access with a handler that has anxiety or stress related attacks.

I’m glad your dobes work well for you! When done well, they can really make excellent service dogs! It just tends to be difficult to find the right dog that can do the job in this breed, that is also healthy and sound of body as well as stable in temperament.

To everybody who requests please read this!

Hi illi and M. here!!

We decided that we can’t no longer take requests for a hole group cause we can’t do them all the time.

From now on we would like you to specify a person or 2 or 3 that you would like us o write about!

We are really sorry but the requests are getting longer and longer and we started it as a hobby cause we both have a job and friends exc.. and we can’t put this things aside for requests!

Also we have kinda of a busy life and we really tried to do all requests but we ca no longer do this cause you are a lot and we love that, so please try to ask us not for the all group but just for your favourites pls!

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Originally posted by jikookxkookmin

Being a Christian isn’t putting your life on the line. You’re not risking anything. You’re just giving back what was never yours: your life. We have a hard time with surrender because we think what we’re giving up belongs to us. It’s why suicide is a problem. It’s not your life to take, it’s God’s life in you that you’re taking.

willichl2015  asked:

I may not be a fan of Carol, but I cannot stand the Carol bashing in Bethyl fanfiction. I find it rude and disrespectful. Beth and Carol are friends! Daryl and Carol are friends! That is why I usually read fanfiction with Carol being supportive of Daryl and Beth's relationship.

Yeah, I totally know what you mean! We already have so much hate in real life, so we don’t need them in our beloved fanfictions too!