wishful thinking to the extreme

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“There’s an old poem by Neruda that I’ve always been captivated by, and one of the lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time I read it. It says “love is so short, forgetting is so long.” It’s a line I’ve related to in my saddest moments, when I needed to know someone else had felt that exact same way. And when we’re trying to move on, the moments we always go back to aren’t the mundane ones. They are the moments you saw sparks that weren’t really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened, and then saw it slip away without any warning. These are moments of newfound hope extreme joy, intense passion, wishful thinking, and in some cases, the unthinkable letdown. And in my mind, every one of these memories looks the same to me. I see all of these moments in bright, burning, red.”

“There’s an old poem by Neruda that I’ve always been captivated by, and one of the lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time I read it. It says “love is so short, forgetting is so long.” It’s a line I’ve related to in my saddest moments, when I needed to know someone else had felt that exact same way. And when we’re trying to move on, the moments we always go back to aren’t the mundane ones. They are the moments you saw sparks that weren’t really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened, and then saw it slip away without any warning. These are moments of newfound hope, extreme joy, intense passion, wishful thinking, and in some cases, the unthinkable letdown. And in my mind, every one of these memories looks the same to me. I see all of these moments in bright, burning, red.”

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There’s an old poem by Neruda that I’ve always been captivated by, and one of the lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time I read it. It says “love is so short, forgetting is so long.” It’s a line I’ve related to in my saddest moments, when I needed to know someone else had felt the exact same way. And when we’re trying to move on, the moments we always go back to aren’t the mundane ones. They are the moments you saw sparks that weren’t really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened, and then saw it slip away without any warning. These are the moments of newfound hope, extreme joy, intense passion, wishful thinking, and in some cases, the unthinkable letdown.  

“There’s an old poem by Neruda that I’ve always been captivated by, and one of the lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time I read it. It says “love is so short, forgetting is so long.” It’s a line I’ve related to in my saddest moments, when I needed to know someone else had felt that exact same way. And when we’re trying to move on, the moments we always go back to aren’t the mundane ones. They are the moments you saw sparks that weren’t really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened, and then saw it slip away without any warning. These are moments of newfound hope extreme joy, intense passion, wishful thinking, and in some cases, the unthinkable letdown. And in my mind, every one of these memories looks the same to me. I see all of these moments in bright, burning, red.”

anonymous asked:

🍼 (We know you can egg. But...WUT IF EGG BURTH HAP???//??/?)

Muse skillset symbol meme

Taking care of children

Strictly speaking, Tarantulas would be a pro at taking care of children. It’s already been established that he can take care of living organisms spectacularly well, so the basics of childcare wouldn’t be difficult to tackle at all.

However, socioemotional learning would be extremely lacking. If he cared about the child in question, he’d smother and pamper the poor thing to the point where they would either die on their own or would rebel and reject him entirely. Plus, Tarantulas isn’t exactly the best role model to learn from, especially when it comes to overall morality and social graces. Chances are the child would end up either as an exact copy of Tarantulas’ horribleness, or they’d crumple and become a meek, pitiable little thing (much to Tarantulas’ dismay).

In short, it’s probably best that he ‘lost custody’ of Ostaros.

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ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ“love is so short, forgetting is so long.
It’s a line I’ve related to in my saddest moments, when I needed to know someone else had felt that exact same way. And when we’re trying to move on, the moments we always go back to aren’t the mundane ones. They are the moments you saw sparks that weren’t really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened, and then saw it slip away without any warning. These are moments of newfound hope extreme joy, intense passion, wishful thinking, and in some cases, the unthinkable letdown. And in my mind, every one of these memories looks the same to me.
ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤI see all of these moments in bright, burning, red.

Is it just me or is it really like this? I felt from the very first beginning, that Red and Agnes have this special bond… I have never counted the whole scenes with Agnes, but I´m damn sure, that there are more emotional scenes with Red & Agnes, then Agnes &Tom… Maybe it´s just wishful thinking, but Red is extremely gentle around her and like Kaplan said: He deeply loves her.. He even tried to get away from Kirk desperately and went straight to Agnes and Lizzy…

We had Tom &Agnes moments too this season so far, but it never felt the same…. Most of the time when we have scenes with Tom and Agnes, she is in Lizzys arms… just saying… 

What really gave me butterflies was the way Lizzy reacted in 4.08. when Red showed up… she was relieved, all smiling, starting the hug, giving Agnes to him and all smiling, when he held her oh so gentle.. 

I´m not sure, but maybe we will see this special place, the shipping container again, cause I for sure, would not wonder, if Agnes is Red´s!

Well, I´m sure, I know, who has the most heartwarming moments with Aggie and it´s not Tom!!

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And when we’re trying to move on, the moments we always go back to aren’t the mundane ones. They are the moments you saw sparks that weren’t really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened, and then saw it slip away without any warning. These are moments of newfound hope, extreme joy, intense passion, wishful thinking, and in some cases, the unthinkable letdown. And in my mind, every one of these memories looks the same to me. I see all of these moments in bright, burning, RED

amelielb replied to your post: okay so,,, like am i the only one who wishes there…

Question, because I’m confused. Anonymous thinks Mage!Hawke should be ‘extremely pro-circle because why wouldn’t you be (unless you live in Kirkwall.) Anonymous is aware that Mage!Hawke is an apostate, right? That Malcolm ran away from the circle to marry Leandra, and raise their children in hiding as fugitives?

Yeah I remember being confused by reading that too but really Hawke is however you play him/her so mage!Hawke technically has whatever views that you want them to have. 

However it is true that mage!Hawke is an apostate and was raised as one by a father who ran away from the Circle to marry their mother.

-Direct from Orzammar

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#CountdownToOOTW
DAY FOUR: RED Era

“There’s an old poem by Neruda that I’ve always been captivated by, and one of the lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time I read it. It says “love is so short, forgetting is so long.” It’s a line I’ve related to in my saddest moments, when I needed to know someone else had felt that exact same way. And when we’re trying to move on, the moments we always go back to aren’t the mundane ones. They are the moments you saw sparks that weren’t really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened, and then saw it slip away without any warning. These are moments of newfound hope extreme joy, intense passion, wishful thinking, and in some cases, the unthinkable letdown. And in my mind, every one of these memories looks the same to me. I see all of these moments in bright, burning, red.

Fun fact: Derek hardly gets kidnapped anymore.

You’d have to be the newest kid on the block, not to mention in the possession of an extremely advanced death wish, to even think about taking the last remaining Hale son hostage.

It isn’t that the Beacon Hills pack is now one of the most powerful and revered packs in the country. It isn’t that the pack’s land is hallowed ground, a veritable refuge for supernatural creatures great and small, as long as they promise to coexist peacefully with the town’s human population. It isn’t even the rumor that the local law enforcement is in on the big furry secret, and even have some of the local weres on payroll.

No, the reason every hunter group in America knows to leave the Hale kid alone is simple. Fuck with Derek Hale, and the pack’s skinny human Second with the smart mouth and strange bright eyes will go through you like a freight train, and the damage will be…

Prodigious.

He won’t even get angry. That’s what they say, anyway, over cheap drinks in seamy bars all over the country. He won’t scream, or rage, or cry. He will simply come for you in the night– implacable, calm, eyes devoid of anything but a singleminded determination and the threat of sudden violence. If the hunters are smart, they hand the Hale whelp over and break every local speeding law on their way out of town. If the hunters are stupid, well.

The old hunters only shake their heads when they hear the death toll.

“Amateur hour,” they say. “Bush league.” And to a man, they swear to never set foot in Beacon Hills.

Derek Hale is protected.

My town has been neglected, and despite feeling really awful about it, I’m not sure I’ll ever finish it. Forever procrastinating; that’s me…but I lack the motivation to build. 

I’ve been spending a considerable amount of time playing around with poses, but I guess it’s simply my way of keeping entertained in ts3. I’ve also been busy trying to figure out various tips and tricks in PS. There’s just so much to learn and so, so much I want to achieve, but it’s quite difficult for a simpleton like me. My edits are pretty basic so they end up looking the same. As if that wasn’t enough, I have zero patience and get sidetracked easily, which often results in abandoned WIPs (like my town…). Man, I need to obtain PS wizardry, and pronto!  

Wishful thinking aside, this extremely bog standard montage (but edited just ever so slightly differently) of Levi is my latest experiment and I think it’s acceptable, only, don’t ask me what it’s supposed to be because I haven’t a clue. 


兵長好き ( ˘ ³˘)♥

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“There’s an old poem by Neruda that I’ve always been captivated by, and one of the lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time I read it. It says “love is so short, forgetting is so long.” It’s a line I’ve related to in my saddest moments, when I needed to know someone else had felt that exact same way. And when we’re trying to move on, the moments we always go back to aren’t the mundane ones. They are the moments you saw sparks that weren’t really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened, and then saw it slip away without any warning. These are moments of newfound hope, extreme joy, intense passion, wishful thinking, and in some cases, the unthinkable letdown. And in my mind, every one of these memories looks the same to me. I see all of these moments in bright, burning, red.” (insp.)

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3 YEARS OF RED (22/10/2012)
There’s an old poem by Neruda that I’ve always been captivated by, and one of the lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time I read it. It says love is so short, forgetting is so long.” It’s a line I’ve related to in my saddest moments, when I needed to know someone else had felt that exact same way. And when we’re trying to move on, the moments we always go back to aren’t the mundane ones. They are the moments you saw sparks that weren’t really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened, and then saw it slip away without any warning. These are moments of newfound hope extreme joy, intense passion, wishful thinking, and in some cases, the unthinkable letdown. And in my mind, every one of these memories looks the same to me. I see all of these moments in bright, burning, r e d.

There’s an old poem by Neruda that I’ve always been captivated by, and one of the lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time I read it. It says “love is so short, forgetting is so long.” It’s a line I’ve related to in my saddest moments, when I needed to know someone else had felt that exact same way. And when we’re trying to move on, the moments we always go back to aren’t the mundane ones. They are the moments you saw sparks that weren’t really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened, and then saw it slip away without any warning. These are moments of newfound hope extreme joy, intense passion, wishful thinking, and in some cases, the unthinkable letdown. And in my mind, every one of these memories looks the same to me. I see all of these moments in bright, burning, red.

My experiences in love have taught me difficult lessons, especially my experiences with crazy love. The red relationships. The ones that went from zero to a hundred miles per hour and then hit a wall and exploded. And it was awful. And ridiculous. And desperate. And thrilling. And when the dust settled, it was something I’d never take back. Because there is something to be said for being young and needing someone so badly, you jump in head first without looking. And there’s something to be learned from waiting all day for a train that’s never coming. And there’s something to be proud of about moving on and realizing that real love shines golden like starlight, and doesn’t fade or spontaneously combust. Maybe I’ll write a whole album about that kind of love if I ever find it. But this album is about the other kids of love that I’ve recently fallen in and out of. Love that was treacherous, sad, beautiful, and tragic. But most of all, this record is about love that was red.