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Often a man wishes to be alone and a girl wishes to be alone too and if they love each other they are jealous of that in each other, but I can truly say we never felt that. We could feel alone when we were together, alone against the others. It has only happened to me like that once. I have been alone while I was with many girls and that is the way that you can be most lonely. But we were never lonely and never afraid when we were together.

Ernest Hemingway, from A Farewell to Arms (Scribner, 1929)

silverwing-astrology asked:

Hey there! I totally relate to your bio :) and I'm following you even though you said not to haha. Don't listen to the haters, and know that even when you feel alone you never truly are. PS We should totes be besties coz I'm Scorpio, Pisces Rising. Keep doing you!

Thanks for the compliment, you had me at “Pisces Rising”. I could use a best friend so awesome!

Often a man wishes to be alone and a girl wishes to be alone too and if they love each other they are jealous of that in each other, but I can truly say we never felt that. We could feel alone when we were together, alone against the world. It has only happened to me like that once. I have been alone while I was with many girls and that is the way you can be most lonely. But we were never lonely and never afraid when we were together. I know that the night  is not the same as the day: that all things are different, that the things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist, and the night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started.
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Erenst Hemingway

I should have read A Farewell to Arms much earlier in my life, maybe I would have lived a little bit differently. 

let’s throw shade at sm all we want and drag them for the shit they’ve done to the idols under them, especially the chinese ones
but let’s not put the members against each other, let’s not fight and start fanwars
we don’t know these men, we’ve never been with them on a daily basis and we will never know truly what hardships they experienced alone or together and how their relationships evolved (positively or negatively).
Destroy SM, don’t destroy idols (i would rather encourage educating them)

anonymous asked:

12:41 thinking about the future and how my constant companion is loneliness

This saddens me dear follower. I suspect I may know who sent this and if I’m correct please contact me otherwise. If I’m not correct, just know that you are never truly alone. We are all connected to each other and to the history of the universe. As Neil DeGrasse Tyson once said “We are stardust in the highest exalted way” if you need to talk about it, I’m here

niflheim / inferno III: kiti

there are more ways to defeat something than stabbing it in the heart 

they came crawling out of the ground like parasites, evils of all shapes and sizes. wickedness has no lone origin; it would’ve been impossible to trace them all to their roots. the tsunami of malice they collectively created made them nearly indistinguishable, and it’s much harder to fight things you can’t identify awareness and recognition is the first step to figuring out a solution alone, she would never have been able to defeat them, but she was never truly alone, was she?

“promise we’ll come back? when we’re all together?”
“that much is obvious.”

she had the knowledge of her wisest friend to wield as her first weapon. the sword of a goliath to point her north. there was at least one comrade she still couldn’t understand, and his unpredictability fed her hope in every battle. and when facing the worst of the world began to wear on her, she had the wings of a dragon - and the fire in his heart - to keep her from the cold. friendship, the family you choose. 

i know the mountains of spain are lonely, but even when we’re not with you, we’re with you. this is a lesson we all have to learn: how to be alone, but also that we are never truly alone. we can survive anything, because if what we share is something that can’t possibly be defined, no one can say for sure that there is something stronger. because maybe, just maybe, there really isn’t. because no one can defeat it without quantifying it, and there are no relevant numbers when it comes to love.

we can’t always be physically together in this world. but that doesn’t mean the alternative is to be apart. we are not apart. we are not alone. we are with you, and we are with each other. once we learn to live with that truth as a part of who we are, no matter what separates us, nothing will be strong enough to take our strength away.

even if what i’m facing is stronger than me, it’s not stronger than us. when i forget how to believe in me, i’ll still remember to believe in you.

she closed her eyes. everything she needed to see was in her mind. a burst of colors more vibrant than any imagination could conceive rose into the air like the brightest of birds - even the eyes of the evil had to follow their ascent. once you’ve been taken captive by beauty that pure, you’ll be spellbound to the death. as the missiles launched themselves from the stars in her midnight gloves, cleaving the creatures in two - those that were concealed, and those that stood in the open - they were aware of nothing but the spectrum of the light in the sky. i know you. i see you. for what you really are. once i do, i cannot miss.

dead from the moment they met her. i will free you from yourself. from the bind you’ve forced on me, and those you’ve placed upon my friends. an obliterating cloud of darkness settled over half the remaining mob, obstructing them from view. i will protect the people i love. ripping a flaming jewel from her neck, she threw it at the squirming mass -  the resulting explosion shook the ground beneath her feet. i will not fall. not at the hands of others, nor at my own. the weakest stragglers, rushing towards her from all sides. she touched a hand to the clasp around her neck, and suddenly there were seven of her. you don’t know me. you can’t. there’s so much more. they took a step forward. i am not one-dimensional. not two. not even three. as their enemies approached, they raised their hands and spoke a word so powerful the air rang far too hard to hear it. evil’s remaining echoes clutched their hands to their heads, clawing at the vacant spaces that had once granted them vision. you do not deserve your eyes. not when you refuse to see the truth. sink to your knees. learn to suffer the weight of the despair you wrought. i will bring you low before the earth. 

as they dropped before her, she recognized her ultimate adversary: standing behind but not beneath them. you will not defeat me. the last of the devils still looked like her. it always would. but she knew by now that it wasn’t. i will not be like you. seven became one again and she walked forward, hands outstretched, eyes wide upon, unafraid of being afraid. 
there are more ways to defeat someone than stabbing them in the heart - so she touched a hand to her mirror’s frozen forehead and watched as the demon fell.

i will not be overwhelmed like you. because… i am not you. i am myself. and i am strong.

that is how i will live -
that is how i will die


with her final breath, she cast the illusions away.

We’ll be alright if we just stay cozy. This is my life motto “slightly” stolen from Braden Barrie & Riker Lynch. I am speaking for myself and everyone out there who has gone through something dark & difficult. We can do this, God has your back no matter what. Together we are strong, even if we are alone we are never truly alone.

We never truly walk alone. You never know when a friend might be watching your 6. Not all good deeds are publicized. #FLPhotowalk

Thanks for turning around @naveedahmadphoto, and great meeting you! (at 🎒✔️📷✔️👞✔️👣✔️)

Often a man wishes to be alone and a girl wishes to be alone too and if they love each other they are jealous of that in each other, but I can truly say we never felt that. We could feel alone when we were together, alone against the others. But we were never lonely and never afraid when we were together.
—  Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
That night at the hotel, in our room with the long empty hall outside and our shoes outside the door, a thick carpet on the floor of the room, outside the windows the rain falling and in the room light and pleasant and cheerful, then the light out and it exciting with smooth sheets and the bed comfortable, feeling that we had come home, feeling no longer alone, waking in the night to find the other one there, and not gone away; all other things were unreal. We slept when we were tired and if we woke the other one woke too so one was not alone. Often a man wishes to be alone and a girl wishes to be alone too and if they love each other they are jealous of that in each other, but I can truly say we never felt that. We could feel alone when we were together, alone against the others … But we were never lonely and never afraid when we were together. I know that the night is not the same as the day: that all things are different, that the things of the night cannot be explained in the day, because they do not then exist, and the night can be a dreadful time for lonely people once their loneliness has started. But with Catherine there was almost no difference in the night except that it was an even better time. If people bring so much courage to the world the world has to kill them to break them, so of course it kills them. The world breaks every one and afterward many are strong at the broken places. But those that will not break it kills. It kills the very good and the very gentle and the very brave impartially. If you are none of these you can be sure it will kill you too but there will be no special hurry.
That night at the hotel, in our room with the long empty hall outside and our shoes outside the door, a thick carpet on the floor of the room, outside the windows the rain falling and in the room light and pleasant and cheerful, then the light out and it exciting with smooth sheets and the bed comfortable, feeling that we had come home, feeling no longer alone, waking in the night to find the other one there, and not gone away; all other things were unreal. We slept when we were tired and if we woke the other one woke too so one was not alone. Often a man wishes to be alone and a girl wishes to be alone too and if they love each other they are jealous of that in each other, but I can truly say we never felt that. We could feel alone when we were together, alone against the others … But we were never lonely and never afraid when we were together.