what even is low winter sun

It was the winter before I would fall in love again. The longest season. I would see no sign of what was waiting in the spring; the blossoming, the new life to come to these old limbs.

It was the winter I ate the sun because I was so god dammed cold, and I was hungry for something that could fill the emptiness.

Love happens but you can’t make it happen. You can’t fake heat you can’t keep from shivering when it’s cold.

It was the winter the phone never rang and even if it did I wouldn’t want to answer because there are some things that don’t want company; the falling in or just apart, the low cry in a dark room after the whole city is asleep.

There are some sadnesses you have to keep hidden away. Have to smile have to say good when they ask. Nobody wants to know, not really. It was the winter I couldn’t even ask myself. Couldn’t tell.

It was the winter before somebody would see me, would know, and then I would open out like a fruit tree, heavy and full and sweet. More than anyone could eat.

It was the was the winter before somebody would call me on the telephone and I would answer. I would say good, and I would be good. I would know the meaning of good.

In the summer there would be love and we could lick it from our fingers like honey.

m . e d w a r d s

as winter approaches

as if the sun wants to say

‘enough is enough’

cooling the heart of depressed

souls even further

not asking us

keeping a low profile

at the horizon

watching us struggle

days getting shorter

empty terraces

and parkbenches

dancing fallen leaves

in gusty winds

underline what is ahead

of us:

a period of darkness

we better get ready for it



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stargazingking  asked:

All the Planets + Sun

Mercury: What’s your full name?

Valerie Iris Winters

Venus: What’s your first language?

Japanese

Earth: Where’s your home?

Fall City, Fiore

Mars: What’s your sexuality?

Asexual Panromantic

Jupiter: Do you have any siblings?

No

Saturn: Any pets?

All of her partner pokemon, plus one fully evolved Hydreigon who was her son’s starter pokemon.

Uranus: What’s your hobby?

Traveling, learning about and observing pokemon behavior.

Neptune: When’s your birthday?

October 10th

Pluto: What time is it right now where you are?

Late evening, after nightfall

Sun: Have you ever had alcohol? 

Yes. Socially drinking

On Summer, Sleep and Sense

Written by Annie // Photography by Hanna

As summer approaches and school comes to an end, we begin to run out of things to think about now that calculus and chemistry no longer flood our desks and beg for our attention. However, despite having some of the best times of my life during breaks from school, my mind often begins to hover to darker shadows even though the sunlight is right outside my window. I’d sleep half the day away, but not because I was tired. Even the calmness of soaking in the sun didn’t help distract what my school work did. Throughout my past summers, winters, springs, and falls, I have had some very heavy, yet delicate thoughts that break through the dark veil that the lovely summer air brings. 

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Ye know,” he observed, letting go at last, “you’ve never said it.”
“Neither have you.”
“I have. The day after we came. I said I wanted you more than anything.”
“And I said that loving and wanting weren’t necessarily the same thing,” I countered.
He laughed. “Perhaps you’re right, Sassenach.” He smoothed the hair from my face and kissed my brow. “I wanted ye from the first I saw ye—but I loved ye when you wept in my arms and let me comfort you, that first time at Leoch.”
The sun sank below the line of black pines, and the first stars of the evening came out … Jamie bent his head, putting his forehead against mine.
“You first.”
“No, you.”
“Why?”
“I’m afraid.”
“Of what, my Sassenach?”… The light of the new crescent moon marked the ridges of brow and nose, crossing his face with light.
“I’m afraid if I start I shall never stop.”
He cast a glance at the horizon, where the sickle moon hung low and rising. “It’s nearly winter, and the nights are long, mo duinne.” He leaned across the fence, reaching, and I stepped into his arms, feeling the heat of his body and the beat of his heart.
“I love you.
—  Diana Gabaldon Outlander Page 650-651