you the one that i dream about all day

You Belong With Me by Ain

You’re arguing with your old friends, they are stunned,
They’re going off about something that you’ve done
‘Cause they do not get your mission like I do

I’m watching you, it’s a typical Tuesday night
I’m making sure that you are staying out of fight
They’ll never know the real you like I do

But they are stupid
I’m educated
They know nothing and
I, well, know something
Dreaming about the day when you recall and find that
what you’re looking for has been me the whole time

If you can see I’m the one who understands you
Been here all along so why can’t you see
You belong with me
You belong with me

anonymous asked:

I'm just wondering what's the meaning behind your URL? I love your blog very much!

Thank you for the lovely ask! How sweet! I appreciate your kind comments.

A Garuda is a mythical bird that lives in the north and brings wisdom on the cold north wind. I’ve had a number of people tell me that I’m a Garuda. Maybe they were just talking about how slow and methodical I am, lol.

Anyway, I was thinking one day how much a Garuda might dream of rain because they never experience it, living in the north with all that snow. So the name of my URL speaks to a kind of melancholy and longing. I like to think that even powerful, godlike creatures might have unmet desires, too. After all, this is the incarnate world and with flesh comes needs and wants.


I don’t miss you
I don’t miss you. I don’t miss how we used to talk every day, all day. I don’t miss how easy it used to be between us. I don’t miss how I’d tell you even the most random, ridiculous event that happens to me. I don’t miss telling you about my dreams. I don’t miss that you knew how to cheer me up when no one else could. I don’t miss how you always found something funny to say to make a bad situation a little better. I don’t miss how we understood each other so well, we didn’t need to talk to know what went on through the other’s mind. I don’t miss your hug. I don’t miss your company. I don’t miss you. Except that I am lying. I totally and utterly miss you.
—  daisalama 
Writing Is Hard

Summary: Dean finds the blog you use to read smutty fan fiction. And of course, he decides he can write a better story about himself. You help.

Warning: Smut, some dirty talk, mutual masturbation, all kinds of fan fiction clichés

Word Count: 4350

A/N: This is all written with love for fan fic. I’m teasing, not putting it down in any way. And thanks to @littlegreenplasticsoldier​ for being a great beta and being generally flawless. Hope you enjoy! XOXO

No. This isn’t happening.

This is one of those moments you’d had weird nightmares about, dreams that left you embarrassed and feeling all icky the next day until you finally convinced yourself that it wasn’t real. And just like those moments, this one will end any second now. You’ll wake up in some motel bed, Dean will be in the next room with Sam, asleep or showering or eating or anything but standing over your laptop with that look on his face.

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You asked me who I
am in my ideal world,
where I can create and
be whoever I want to be.

And I tell you, in another
life I’m bold, I tell the kid
in class to quit interrupting 
the lecture because we are so 
goddamn tired of him acting
like he knows everything.

I don’t text my mother telling
her that I am crying, I don’t sit
on the corner of her bed sobbing
at 3 am about someone that doesn’t
like me back or how much I wish
I could sleep,

I dye my hair pink and blue and
purple and I get a fringe and wear
dark lipstick and remember to file
my nails rather than let them break
and I dress in all black one day and
the next day in colors as vivid as my
dreams of you.

I travel wherever I want without a
worry in the world and I don’t think
twice about moving constantly and
I pack only a suitcase and I go to coffee
shops early in the morning and sit next
to someone in the sunlight and we talk
about politics or just good stories we
have heard.

I take some time off from school and
I work and I live in a small apartment
with a faucet that drips but I keep the
windows open constantly and my neighbors
are so unconventional but they are still so
beautiful and they have the greatest stories
and they drink during the weekends and
during my free time I fill my walls with
pictures and poems and posters and I am
so bloody passionate that it drips through
the windows,

I have many friends or I have absolutely
no one and I am content either way and
I go to parties and get to know everyone
but no one exactly knows me and they
try to describe me to others asking if
they’ve seen me too but they cannot
find any words that can describe the
way I held their hands.

And I tell you, in another life I’m crazy
and happy and weird and I talk a lot or
sometimes not at all and none of their
words ever hurt me because I am too
caught up in my own love, I am too 
busy creating myself. 

And I ask what would you be if you
could be anything?

And you tell me of all these divine things,
you’d ride the train and never get off and
see where it takes you, you would drive until
you ran out of gas in the middle of nowhere,
you would swim until your skin looks like
apple peels, and as you tell me of all these
wondrous adventures, where you are always
going somewhere, I realize you are just running

You have always just been running away
from me.

—  In another life I’m bold and you’re cold.

i sure do love lesbian moms. i love lesbians who want to have their own children; I love the ones who can’t and/or don’t want to, but would rather adopt older or younger children. I love lesbians who foster or have aspirations to foster. I love lesbians who want to be housewives and mothers; I love lesbian power moms who balance work and raising their children. I love lesbian moms who are super active in their children’s lives, the ones who go to PTA meetings and make treats for bake sales. I love lesbian moms who are exhausted and wonder how they’re going to make it through the day. I love lesbian moms who fuck up and use those mistakes to become better moms. I love lesbians who are brave enough to parent, despite how society looks at and treats them.

most of all I love lesbians who dream about all this, but are afraid that it’ll never happen to them. i’m scared too. but I love you and it’ll happen. And you’re going to be fucking amazing.

“I’ll tell you what I miss most, being away from home, I really miss my turtles. I bet they’re all dead. I have great big, huge sea-green turtles in my bath-tub at home. I mate them… well, no, they’re not huge actually, but I do have small turtles as pets, they fascinate me. They have no personality at all and I like that in a pet, I have one that’s this big [about ten inches] and I let him out all the time. He’ll lay on my chest and close his eyes. They’re more affectionate than you might imagine. I used to keep them outside in a kid’s swimming pool, but they all escaped. Then I had a dream one night that they came back… and two days later they did. Spooky. Some people keep cats and fish and birds, I like turtles, I dunno, I just like them because they haven’t evolved since the days of the dinosaurs. They haven’t changed at all.” - Kurt Cobain.

My kid, who is 3 years old, woke up from a nap one day and asked me where I put the train. 

“What train are you talking about?”

“The big one, it was over there”, she said and pointed to the wardrobe. 

It suddenly all clicked to me and I realized she had a dream about it. 

She said the train was like her other train but bigger. I told her, “darling, you were dreaming”.

“Yeah I know…But where’s the train?”

Martin Luther King Jr.

“Nothing in all the world is more dangerous than sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.” 

“There comes a time when one must take a position that is neither safe, nor politic, nor popular, but he must take it because conscience tells him it is right.”

“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.” 

“In the end, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but the silence of our friends.” 

“If you lose hope, somehow you lose the vitality that keeps life moving, you lose that courage to be, that quality that helps you go on in spite of it all. And so today I still have a dream.” 

Too many people are using MLK’s quotes to cancel out the fact that he was a civil rights advocate, a non-violent fighter for equality. He stood up and spoke out against oppression and tyranny, as did the many others who worked and walked alongside him. Honour the gone correctly, and respect the sentiments of the civil rights icons still walking this earth.


“I once had a thousand desires. But in my one desire to know you all else melted away.” 

[ lots of love, yoonoh ] ✧ jung jaehyun

pairing: jaehyun x reader

genre: angst

word count: 679

about: she finds a box of letters underneath her bed and decides to read them. Turns out her they were all addressed to her, and the last one was dated the day he moved out.

note:  unedited why do i do this to myself / listen to ‘and i’m here’ by kim kyunghee for maximum angst. Also, let me know if you guys want a part 2, enjoy!

“You were like a dream, and I wish I hadn’t slept through.”

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2016 Favourites

Here are the stories I have enjoyed the most in 2016. Enjoy!


And You Will Be My Life

As a Sea Shell

Complement (Two Halves of a Whole)

Forsaking All Others

Four Things One Should Know About Merlin (and One Thing Nobody Knows About Arthur) 

My Funny Valentine

Stay With Me

Strike Of Lightning

The Problem We All Live With

The Trouble With Courting

This Is What Going Mad Feels Like

Until the Day I Die


A Right Turn After Bad Idea


Firsts For Everything

Love’s Crown

Once Upon A Dream

Playing For Keeps

Public Image

Services Needed

Sort Of A Tourniquet

Step By Step

“You’re going to fall one day.”

Member: Mark Lee x Reader
Genre: Little Angst/little Fluff 
Word Count: 1,944 words

Y’all this is my first scenario, I hope you enjoy! It’s a little rushed, sorry about that! Also please tell me if you like it or not, please~

(A/N I just reread this and realized that i have many typos sorry friends;;;)


Originally posted by haechannie

Another day at school. At least it was Friday, and you didn’t have much to do in most of your classes. You sighed, your dumbass stayed up late again scrolling through your explore page on Instagram.

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When one day you look back and feel lonely, when all your struggles come crushing you down, when you want someone to listen to your silent pleas, and you want a hug and find no one to hug you, find me. I’ll be staying alive in the dreams you have before you sleep. And if there comes a day when you cannot reach me in your dreams, look for me. That’s when I’m drowning on my own struggles, that’s when I want someone to listen to me and hug me and tell me everything’s going to be okay. That’s when I need you most.
—  cynthia go // Look for me [87/365]

the amount of times I mentally reply with ‘same’ when listening to Green Day is ridiculous

“Oh apathy has rained on me, and now I’m feeling like a soggy dream. So close to drowning but I don’t mind”


“I am one of those melodramatic fools, neurotic to the bone no doubt about it”


“When I was a kid I thought I wanted all the things that I hadn’t got, oh but I learned the hardest way”




A Witch’s Jar of Souls

Hey witches! 

I was inspired by my companion Horror to teach witches how to make their own “jar of souls”

A bit about Horror: His kind keep and care for lost souls by keeping them in jars. It is their purpose and life’s goal to take care of as many souls as possible and see them all flourish in their care. Each of them has one jar and will have it for all of their days as their most prized possession.

Now let’s talk about how a witch can do something similar with a jar. In my mind, we should care for things just the same, but instead of souls, let’s use something that is entirely ours: Wishes, hopes, dreams, memories we want to hold close and watch flourish. These can be as big or as small as you like, but keep them within the realm of possibility for you. (What I mean by that: Say you wish to become a famous author but never write, never intend to write, and hate writing with a passion. Maybe that’s not the best wish. But, if you wish to become a famous author and you write whenever you can, will write in the future, and love writing, that’s a great wish!)

We will be taking our hopes, wishes, and dreams and assigning them to beads we will keep in a jar of our own. The jar I will be showing you how to make will look similar to the jars Horror’s people have when finished, but the way your jar looks is ultimately 100% your choice, so get creative and feel free to personalize this as much or as little as you feel is right.

What you need-

        - A jar (as big or small as you want)

        - Blue/clear beads (Marbles, buttons, or other objects can also work)

        - A bowl

        - Some time to spend alone with your thoughts

Other instructions: I recommend doing this on a table or the floor just in case you drop a bead on accident. Make yourself comfortable, maybe light a candle or put on music to heighten mental energy and decrease possible distractions.


    1- Put your beads into the bowl to keep them contained. Take the lid off your jar/open it. Set both the bowl and jar in front of you.

     2- Begin clearing your mind. Empty your mind of thoughts that are not wanted. Think only on what you want to accomplish or hold dear. At this point, be general with these thoughts and let their mood fill you.

     3- When you are ready, pick up a bead and find a specific wish, hope, or memory you want to keep and watch flourish in the future with your care. Maybe say it aloud. Hold the bead for a moment, focusing on that thought, and when you are ready drop the bead gently into the jar. *(Side note for this: You can also make a list of these thoughts before you begin so you don’t forget something important. Take the pressure of remembering each little thing off your mind.)

      4- Repeat until you have filled your jar or feel you are done.

      5- Place the lid on the jar saying or thinking, "I will keep these close. I will value them, and seek to see them become reality.” (You can add in anything else that you would like to say at this time) Seal your jar tightly.

And you’re done! You now have your own witchy “jar of souls” of sorts. Now you can put your jar in a place that you will see it often and be reminded of your hopes and dreams. Look at it daily and think on it. Feel free to open your jar to add more beads or completely redo these steps if your thoughts change or you have more to add.

Remember, things like this will only help you accomplish your hopes and dreams if you actively go after them. This is why I made a big deal about keeping wishes realistic. Go after what you want and get it. That’s just good life advice in general.

Hope you guys like this and found it as nice as I did! Let me know what you think, ideas you have about it, and how you did it yourself, I’d love to hear all about it.

          - Max the Death Witch

Big Tree Dreams

Summary: In which little and ridiculously ginormous Christmas dreams come true. Nalu Christmas tree farm AU. 

AN: MERRY CHRISTMAS @joannya! I’m your Secret Santa for @rivendell101′s Fic Exchange! I hope you have/had a wonderful holiday!!! Sorry this is late!! I mean it’s only been the 26th for one minute where I live, so does it still count…? I hope? I hope the Naluness makes up for my bad timing! Sorry, I’ve been with family cooking and cleaning and celebrating for days straight and finally I am free for about an hour… at midnight. Hehe. Well, here it is. :3

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The same question had circled around Natsu’s mind for several hours: Why would anyone wait till the night of Christmas Eve to buy a Christmas tree?

Lounging behind the thick, oak counter in the spinning office chair, Natsu grumpily huffed some pink bangs from his face and kicked a line of sleigh bells nearby. All of his friends were at parties, (not that he’d been invited, considering the fruit punch and puppy fiasco last year, but he’d been planning on coming anyway) or at home with their families. While Natsu’s only remaining family was his cat, his tiny apartment with his full refrigerator, hot sauce, and Netflix were far better company than the occasional passing car and the fire crackling mournfully in the corner.

Gramps, his boss at the little Christmas tree farm, had insisted that someone stay to man the place because someone still might come for a tree. (Why Natsu got chosen for the job unsupervised was a mystery to him, considering how prone he was to lighting things on fire. He kept lighters in his pocket that he’d flick on whenever he was bored. People referred to him as a pyromaniac in general conversation. And their entire business was trees. How did he even get a job here? Was he the only interviewee that knew how to swing an ax?) Well, if someone did come, Natsu figured he’d be just about ready to pick up his ax and brain whoever dared to step in that front door-

“Um, excuse me? Could I, ah, have some help?”

Natsu had been so busy simmering that he didn’t hear the bell ring for the angel at the door to get her wings.

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Tulip: What is your favorite thing to do in your free time?

Rose: What is something that you’re incredibly proud of?

Moonflower: When you look up at the night sky, what do you think about?

Hibiscus: Where is your dream home located, and what does it look like?

Lily: What is your dream career, and are you pursuing it?

Marigolds: What would be the perfect date for you?

Violet: What are some goals you have set? An easy, a medium, and a difficult one? I believe in you!

Daisy: Tell me about someone who gives you butterflies and makes you feel all fuzzy inside! It doesn’t have to be a crush, friends count.

Lotus: Do you wanna travel one day? Where do you wanna go?

Peony: What was the best part about this year for you? 

Hydrangea: Tell me about your best friend and some of the adventures you guys have gone on!

Orchid: What is something that you have done that would make your younger self happy?

Sweet pea: What is the best gift you’ve ever received? What’s the best gift you’ve ever given?

Iris: If there was a part of your life that you could relive, what part would it be?