i have a lot of grey’s anatomy muse, if anyone would like a starter from one of my grey’s anatomy characters; please give this a like& comment who you’d like a starter from!multiple starters are totally okay.
They were the tiniest pair of wings, sprouting from my wrist. Little white feathers that can barely see until you turn the zoom in your camera all the way up. When the wind blows, they close up and huddle. Then, they spread out again. They moved on their own, but when I touched them, I could feel them.
They disappeared every morning, and remained absent throughout the day, until I went to sleep. Then, they’d appear again, at 3 am in the night, while I was squinting and staring at my wrist, wondering how they could possibly have grown and disappeared and grown again.
In the balcony, they started flapping, up and down, up and down, and my arm rose up, hand hanging limp, wrist exposed. It went as far as it could go, and then higher: my heels lifted off the ground, and then the rest of my feet, until the tiny wings were carrying me into the air, higher and higher.
I saw the other residents in the apartment building as my body swivelled around an invisible axis with the wings at the centre. The single mother in the apartment above laughing at a movie with her daughter. The old man who lives alone and rides an exercise bike. The woman banging her head on a wall and crying. Higher.
The buildings looked so small from above, like all it would take is a tremor, a wave in the carpet, to turn them into rubble. Their little lights lit up little streets, with little cars driving to little homes. And here I was, flying. But flying where?
I looked up, at a passing cloud. Somewhere in the distance, a commercial jet liner was taking off. I could see it rise from below me, its engines screaming into the wind, and it disappeared into the clouds. Then, the white cotton candy of condensed water took over, and I couldn’t see anything but the whiteness.
When I emerged, I was above the roof of the world. And rising still higher, my tiny wings flapping in the air. It was getting really difficult to breathe, and I start to wheeze and choke. I pulled on my hand, but the wings pulled me back up, sending me into violent falling and rising motions, thousands of feet above sea level.
I clenched my fist and grabbed the wings with my other hand, and I tried to rip them out of my wrist. It was like trying to pull the nervous system out of your body. I screamed as I tried to pull on the wings with all the force I could manage, which was still not enough to rip them out.
That’s when I realised that I was falling. As long as I could hold the wings, I could fall, down into the little world under the clouds, full of little buildings and little cars and little people with little lives and—
orange is such an underrated color: it’s watching sunsets and sunrises from your car with your best friend. it’s tangy, sweet fruit like tangerines, peaches, and melon. it’s friends sitting around a campfire under the stars, roasting marshmallows and telling ghost stories. it’s warm pumpkin pie and spending time with family at thanksgiving and fall leaves that dance across the street when a cool wind blows. it’s marigolds and lilies that bloom during the spring. it’s warm and fun and loving, exuding energy and ambition with every shade.
09.10.17 // math lecture notes ft. an old pic of my fave drink!! let the uni begin~
with the start of the new school year, please remember that your health is of utmost importance and also that you know yourself best. if anything is making you feel uncomfortable or anxious, etc., please try to talk to someone and to hopefully get the concern resolved asap. never feel as though your feelings are unimportant because everyone is different, just because you see others unaffected, doesn’t mean your concern is any less significant!! and so, with that, I wish you all a fantastic school year ahead and best of luck on all your studies!! 💕💕
I will literally riot if anyone even suggests pitting Jon against Sansa, or any of the Starklings for that matter. No NOT AFTER Sansa remembering her father’s words NOT AFTER Arya spent her whole fucking life trying to get back to her pack because WHEN THE SNOWS FALL AND THE WHITE WINDS BLOW, THE LONE WOLF DIES BUT THE PACK SURVIVES.
Okay, are you ready for this? Don’t say I never treat you. Do you guys, right now, want some fan service? Do you want me to just give the people what they want? … Okay, you’re not ready for this, you’re not ready for this. Are you ready? You’re just gonna die. You’re not ready for this. Okay, this is going to be insane. You’re not ready for this. So we were out having lunch with our friend Laura and then I had to go meet up with my mum, who was in town, because I left my denim jacket at their house over Christmas - boring. And I went outside in just [the weed jumper] and this is really cold, right? ‘Cause when the wind blows and such and it’s been really warm in London recently but I went out and it was like freezing and I had to go walk for like twenty minutes to meet my mum, so you know what I did? While Phil was going home and I was going for a walk? I asked Phil if I could borrow his coat and I DID. Holy shit. So for twenty minutes today, I was wearing Phil’s coat. That-that… I mean, don’t say I never do anything for you. Okay? Don’t say… don’t say I don’t give the trash cans what they want. Don’t say I’m too busy acknowledging what the casual viewers and the calm people that don’t like crazy people, that leaves comments on my videos saying ‘Dan, this doesn’t represent me. I’m a normal person. I really don’t like watching these danisnotonfire videos where you're crying all the time. I feel like it’s too intense. We’re not all like that.’ You know, so there you go. I mean honestly.
i. go back to the places where you felt safe. examine your feelings, do you still feel safe on your own? become self reliant.
ii. go grocery shopping. select your memories like frozen peas and wonder bread. most you won’t like to remember, some you will be grateful for.
iii. invent new emotions for yourself, like how a tree feels when the wind blows through it. you are an open window.
iv. find words to describe yourself in ways they never would. observe how your eyelashes make tender shadows on your cheek, how the soft fabric of your favorite teeshirt touches your skin. it is enough.
v. fall in love with everything else. become addicted to morning sunlight and the weeds on your lawn. the moths hovering around your porch light are meant to be there. invite them in.