whenever i breathe out you breathe in

Relaxation Script

The purpose of this script is to make you go deep and relaxed and give you a trigger to go deeper and more relaxed again whenever you see me and ONLY me type it.

“I want you to sit comfortable”

“Start breathing deep”

“In from your nose”

“out from your mouth”

“again in from your nose”

“out from your mouth”

“As you breath deep you feel yourself relaxing more”

“more and more relaxed with each breathe you take”

“just breathe”

“in from your nose”

“out from your mouth”

“feel the relaxation spreading more”

“and more as you breathe”

“the relaxation feeling is spreading allover your body”

“getting rid of any and all the tension you feel”

“more and more as you breathe”

“it’s getting rid of all the tension”

“feel these waves of relaxation increase”

“they increase more and more as you breathe deep”

“in from your nose”

“out from your mouth”

“you feel so relaxed”

“so light”

“so happy”

“you notice these feelings increase”

“they increase more as you focus on my words”

“the more you focus on my words”

“the more relaxed”

“light”

“happy”

“you feel”

“keep on focusing”

“more and more”

“now i will count from 10 to 1”

“With each number I count”

“you’ll feel so relaxed”

“so light”

“so happy”

“so deep”

10

“Relaxing more”

9

“Slipping Deep”

8

“Happier”

7

“Calmer”

6

“More Peaceful”

5 Halfway there

4

“Even More Relaxed”

3

“Deeper”

2

“Almost there”
“Happier”
“Calmer”
“More Peaceful”

1

“You feel yourself so deep”

“so relaxed”

“so light”

“so happy”

“this feeling increase”

“as you just focus on my words”

“you feel more relaxed”

“light”

“happy”

“deep”

“so deep”

“deepest you’ve ever been”

“you just focus on my words”

“now i will give you a trigger”

“I and ONLY I can use this trigger”

“this trigger makes you feel”

“more relaxed”

“more light”

“more happy”

“even deeper”

“the trigger is…”

“SLEEPY HEAD”

“just a SLEEPY HEAD”

“whenever I and ONLY I say the words”

“SLEEPY HEAD”

“you feel more relaxed”

“more light”

“more happy”

“deeper and deeper”

“Now I will count from 3 to 1”

“When I reach the number 1”

“You will wake up”

“feeling relaxed”

“happy”

“you just feel you had the best sleep in ages”

“you will feel compelled to reblog and write (I’m a SLEEPY HEAD)”

“After you write it”

“you will feel very happy”

“it’s like you’ve accomplished a life long dream”

“ after that you will remember all that happened”

“Now”

3

“waking up”

2

“still relaxed”

“doing and feeling just like i said”

“AND”

1

Hope you felt great.

~Quick Calming Chant~

“I can breathe, I am here,
all is well, I have no fear.
Breathing deeply, in and out,
I am safe, I have no doubt.”

This is a simple calming chant that you can use whenever you’re overwhelmed. Whether it be social anxiety, a panic attack, stress, or even waking up from a nightmare, this will help!

Blessed Be,
~*~The Moon Tea Witch~*~

Snippet Pt. 3

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The guys hug him goodbye in the morning.

They have a plane to catch and Lardo has to peel Shitty off of him so everyone else can get a turn.

Bittle goes last.

He stands on his toes and Jack bends his knees and Bittle wraps his arms around his neck and Jack wraps his around his waist.

Jack closes his eyes and takes a deep breath and then Bittle’s starts to fall away.

It’s like he’s saying goodbye to him after graduation all over again.

“Well.” Bittle breathes the word and slowly removes his hands from where they’ve slid down his arms. “Thank you for inviting me up.”

“Anytime. You can come up anytime.”

Bittle laughs. “Oh yeah? Come crash at your parents place whenever I want?”

“I’m sure they’d love it.”

“Something to think about,” Bitty says and then Holster is calling him to the cab, hanging halfway out of the van’s passenger side window. Lardo’s threatening to take the seat for herself if he doesn’t buckle up. “I gotta go or they’ll leave me.”

There are worse things, Jack thinks but he takes a step back so his mother and father can swoop in.

Bittle hugs them both, for shorter amounts of time, and then waves as he turns to the cab.

He closes the door behind him and the cab pulls off.

They’re halfway down the driveway when Holster’s torso leans out the window so he can wave goodbye.

Someone drags him back in.

Bob laughs and Alicia puts her hand on her sons back and Jack watches Bittle go for a second time.

I didn’t go to work for a month. I didn’t leave my bed for eight days straight. I haven’t hung out with anyone. If I did, I’d have nothing to say. I didn’t feel angry or depressed. I didn’t feel anything at all. I didn’t want to go bed, and I didn’t want to stay up late. When you’re living your life, well, that’s the price you pay.
— 

Modest Mouse - 

Whenever You Breathe Out, I Breathe In (Positive/Negative)

He’ll Come Home

Originally posted by xthisxkidx

Author’s Note: This is a Happy Lowman imagine based on No Air by Jordin Sparks and Chris Brown, as well imagine number 1 for MM6 as requested by the ever lovely @lovatolowman23 Hope you enjoy! This Imagined is Rate T.


He’ll Come Home

-XX-

Tell me how I’m supposed to breathe with no air
If I should die before I wake
It’s ‘cause you took my breath away
Losing you is like living in a world with no air
Oh
I’m here alone, didn’t wanna leave
My heart won’t move, it’s incomplete
Wish there was a way that I can make you understand
But how do you expect me
to live alone with just me
'Cause my world revolves around you
It’s so hard for me to breathe

Tell me how I’m supposed to breathe with no air
Can’t live, can’t breathe with no air
It’s how I feel whenever you ain’t there
It’s no air, no air
Got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you gonna be without me
If you ain’t here, I just can’t breathe
It’s no air, no air
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air

-XX-

She isn’t sure what time he left. She can’t even remember what he was wearing. She’s been asked a million times; by the guys, by the other girls, by Unser. She can’t remember. How can she not remember?

She paces in front of the window of her living room, one hand nervously fiddling with the silver chain around her neck.

“Shelby, you need to sit down,” Gemma’s voice is calm but all she can do is shake her head.

“I can’t remember if I told him I loved him or not Gem,” Shelby mutters lifting a hand to rub at tired eyes. “I was in a rush to get out of the house the day he left on the run, and I don’t remember if I told Happy I loved him…”

“I’m sure you do sweetheart…”

“I don’t know what to do. I feel, I feel like….” Shelby’s voice hitches as she stops pacing long enough to concentrate on Gemma. Her face is tight with concern, and seeing it tells Shelby that she’s right to be so worried.

It isn’t every day after all that a Son disappears without a trace.

“I can’t breathe without him Gem…I can’t fucking breathe,” she collapses in on herself, trying to catch her breath.

::

“How’s she holding up?” Jax asks as he blows a steady stream of cigarette smoke towards the ceiling.

“As well as can be expected,” Gemma sighs with a shake of her head, “you guys figured anything out yet?”

“We know he made it to Tacoma and from what the guys up there have told us he was heading back this way, but there was a pretty nasty storm,” Jax says being sure to keep his voice down so Shelby doesn’t over hear. “My hope is he holed up until it clears up, and signal is shit in the passes which could be why we haven’t hear anything.”

“Well for Shelby’s sake I hope you’re right,” Gemma says looking at a sleeping Shelby.

-XX-

I walked, I ran, I jumped, I flew
Right off the ground to float to you
There’s no gravity to hold me down for real
But somehow I’m still alive inside
You took my breath, but I survived
I don’t know how, but I don’t even care

So how do you expect me
to live alone with just me
'Cause my world revolves around you
It’s so hard for me to breathe
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No more
It’s no air, no air

-XX-

The flashing lights wake her, and lifting her head off of the arm of the couch she had to blink a few times before she understood what was going on. The police car in her drive way wasn’t a good sign, and with her heart in her throat she watches as Unser makes his way up her to her door.

She can’t feel her body as she gets to her feet, legs numb as she walks to the door. She pulls it open before the knock comes.

“He’s dead isn’t he?” her voice shakes as she stands, hands bunched in fists at her sides.

“Shelby I should come,” Wayne says but she just shakes her head, hands coming up to clutch the door.

“Just tell me Wayne. Is Happy dead?”

“Happy’s bike was found wrecked on Siskiyou Summit,” Wayne says and when she sways on her feet his hands come up to steady her. “Happy was nowhere in sight.”

::

“I don’t understand,” Shelby shakes as she forces herself to drink from the coffee that Gemma forced into her hands as soon as she showed up at TM. “Happy’s bike was found wrecked but he is nowhere. No sign of him. Not so much as a John Doe in nearby hospitals.”

“He’ll come home Shelby,” Gemma says reaching across the bar to hold her hand. “Happy won’t stay gone.”

“He asked me to marry him you know,” a tear rolls down her cheek as she taps a finger against the mug in front of her. “In his way of course. We had just argued, about laundry of all things, it was one of our more ridiculous fights, and it ended with me in tears of laughter, and he just, looked at me, and he didn’t so much ask as tell me that I’m going to have to marry him. I didn’t know if he was serious or not so I just rolled my eyes and laughed.”

“If I was serious would you have said yes?” Happy’s voice fills the air and she swears she feels the pieces of her life that had broken apart forty-eight hours before have in a blink of an eye snapped back together. She turns in her seat, eyes growing wide as she studies him.

His left arm is in a sling, a few bumps and bruises riding high on his face, but right now she’s never seen anyone so beautiful in her life.

“Happy,” his name breaks on her lips as she slides off the stool and for a few seconds she’s afraid her body won’t stay upright.

“You didn’t answer my question woman. If was I was serious would you have said yes?”

She’s in his arms, crying hot tears in his shoulder as he holds. She worried, even if she didn’t say it out loud to anyone else, that she he would never come home to her; that she’d never feel the weight of his arms around her, or know the taste of his lips on hers.

“Yes,” she chokes out between sobs, “I’ll marry you Happy.” She feels the shudder of relief course through him.

“Only took me wrecking my bike to get you to say yes,” he laughs pressing his lips to her hair, “what am I going to have to do to get you to have my kids?”

-XX-

No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air, air

Tell me how I’m supposed to breathe with no air
Can’t live, can’t breathe with no air
It’s how I feel whenever you ain’t there
It’s no air, no air
Got me out here in the water so deep
Tell me how you gonna be without me
If you ain’t here, I just can’t breathe
It’s no air, no air

No air, air
No air, air
No air, air
No air

-XX-

alternatively titled: gross indie songs i listen to at 3:54 am

[pic creds]

swimming pool // the front bottoms | green eyes // wavves | money // the drums | sleeping sickness // city and colour | car radio // twenty one pilots | night on the sun // modest mouse | fallingforyou // the 1975 | ho hey // the lumineers | dont cry out // shiny toy guns | the boy who blocked his own shot // brand new | the water // feist | take me to church // hozier | whenever you breath out, i breathe in (positive/negative) // modest mouse | kettering // the antlers | blue skies // noah and the whale | the frames that used to greet me // into it. over it. | metaphors // keaton henson | medicine // the 1975 | toothpaste kisses // the maccabees

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anonymous asked:

- (same anon from previous ask :^) ) , stick to a sports bra and a baggy hoodie for some days to give your ribs and lungs a break, take off your binder whenever you can, and look up deep breathing exercises, spinal stretches and twists, lying down to let the area expand as you relax, and core muscle excercises. the deep breathing and forcefully coughing routines are probably most important. good luck, rhys! i hope everything turns out okay and that these asks send :^)

thank u so much!!!! i will def try these out and look @ that website you sent me. i just messaged my doctor so i’ll see what he says too. :-) whenever i’m in my dorm i take it off immediately but im always out of the dorm all day during the week so its hard sometimes, u know? but thanks so much!!!!! ❤❤❤❤

so i was talking to @coldsaturn about my tfc headcanon that whenever someone new finds out andrew and neil are together and they ask, “so how did you two meet?” neil just answers by saying, “well, i mean, he sure did take my breath away,” because saying “oh he hit me in the stomach with an exy racquet so hard that i fell to the floor, could barely breathe, and nearly puked” definitely isn’t something you’d go around telling people. we’ve decided that this 100% would happen and is canon because lbr it’s not a lie

Realistic cuddle sessions with Calum

-“babe you’re getting sweaty it’s kinda gross”
-“stop asking to be big spoon, I’m big spoon, a grown man can’t be little spoon”
-him moving his dead arm out from under you bc it fell asleep and doesn’t care if you wake up
-“you keep exhaling into my face whenever I try to breathe could you stop”
-feeling suffocated bc he’s huge and holds you like a pillow
-“stop squirming around goddamn I’m trying to sleep”
-deep late night talks are not a thing
-“are you asleep” “no, but I wish I was”
-“I need to pee”

I remember the way you looked at me.
Your eyes soften letting me see right through you.
Your jaw clenches as if holding back words you wish you could say.
Your hands ball up into a fist controlling yourself from reaching for me.
The way you tense up whenever I was around you, trying not to touch me.
When your breathing came out heavy as if gasping for air each time my name was mention to you.

Now, your eyes harden as if trying to hide every emotion.
Your jaw clenches, swallowing the words you would never say.
Your hands rest inside your pockets hiding them from my reach.
Your breathing comes out even, peaceful. 

You stopped reacting to my name, letting it slip into the cold heavy air.
You act like a stranger.
A stranger I once started to fall for. Now you have me trapped.
Not knowing how to escape the need, the want, the desire of you. 
Let me reach for you. Let me hold you tight.

Keep your eyes searching until they lock with mine.
Give me that warm smile you used to give me.
Be the guy I fell for the first time.

I need your touch. I need that smile. I need to look into your eyes. I need that warm feeling I get every time I’m close to you.

I need, want, desire you.

the truth is,
i’m a whole bunch of nothing.
I breathe and chew and breathe but I’m a thin screen, everything inside me a tangled mess of wire.
pull the blue wire, pull the red wire, pull pull pull.
I’m wasting my life
waiting for someone to pull me out of myself.

dear alice, I made you up.
dear alice your name is wrong and so is mine, this poem’s all wrong, it’s in a language that sticks to my brain these days filtering my thoughts whenever I try to make them tangible instead of just another thing my head is filled with, it’s written in a speech that is not right for me or anyone else human but only for a charging bull, a wounded lion, something animal and fighting for its life

dear alice this is what it feels like to be invaded.

I see it constantly in the back of my head,
a car on fire, plates bending, smoke choking on armor.
if these things I write are poetry then so is the sound of bullets hitting on metal.

dear alice, it’s easy for people to stand and point fingers at my thorns and dents and iron parts, my brick and metal shell.
but once again
the truth is,
when I wake up I don’t get ready to fight - I get ready to fight back.

if this is poetry, then so is war.

—  THE POET AS A DISASTER TALKING TO ITSELF, alice c.
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I need to talk about Modest Mouse a little bit. 

I can probably safely say the lyrics of “Whenever I Breathe Out, You Breathe In” aren’t Isaac’s most poetic, but they’re just so simple and plainspoken and raw and to the point. Gets the Damn Relatable stamp for sure. My fuckin pity party jam. Makes my mundane life seem noble and worthwhile. 

I just want to highlight the main part:

I didn’t go to work for a month
I didn’t leave my bed for eight days straight
I haven’t hung out with anyone
Because if I did, I’d have nothing to say

I didn’t feel angry or depressed
I didn’t feel anything at all
I didn’t want to go to bed
And I didn’t want to stay up late
When you’re living your life, well, that’s the price you pay

Whenever I breathe out, you’re breathing it in

 Follows a similar motif seen across a lot of Modest Mouse material - pinpointing these moody opposites and contrasts, trying to balance them. Isaac has always been interested in this idea. See the anchor connected to the hot air ballon which is on the cover of “We Were Dead …" 
And lyrics like: If God takes life he’s an indian giver. Or: We kiss on the mouth but still cough down our sleeves. OrI don’t feel and it feels great. And so on and so on and so on. Literally. 

Best fucking band. Great fucking song. And Isaac Brock is a top 5 lyricist too.

Thanks for reading.

ask2pnottheprincess mentioned you in a post:(Meme) “Hear my heartbeat? Just focus on that.”

Zsoka, coming out of another nightmare.  At least now she could focus on what Klaus was signing, although her head was pressed against his chest so tightly she could barely breathe.  She could barely breathe anyway, her mind was haunted by ghosts and pain of the past.  At least she came out of it quietly, not scaring their son.  At least the boy had yet to come to sleep with Mama and Vati on a night he might witness this.  “K-Klausi…”

“Shh sh, I’m here. You’re safe.” Klaus shook his head and held her against him. She needed to calm down a bit before speaking. Catch her breath. He smoothed her hair back out of her face, pressing gentle kisses here and there. “Whenever you’re ready, I’ll listen. Just relax first.