you were so brave

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When I leave this world, I’ll leave no regrets,
leave something to remember, so they won’t forget

I was here

people who say things like, “everyone is so easily offended these days!” are so hypocritical since they’re the ones getting offended by people trying to be inoffensive??? what’s so terrible about trying to show sympathy/empathy toward other people???

evapogossian asked:

Hi, Al! I just want to say, as a representative of Mother Russia, that I'm very happy that those two giant marshmallow fluffs (aka Ivan and Illya) make people all around the world interested in the our country. It just makes me smile like an idiot xD

thank you so much!! I am honored XD They sure are two niiiice representatives. But I am a total nerd loser for your country in general , I love your 19th - 20 th century poets and writer , love your super wide and different  folkore and your music and appreciate the fact that such amazing things can come out from a country that constantly has to struggle with political oppression and various social issues!  Some of you people were / are so freaking brave and when you prove yourself you show you can be the really best! So cheers for youuuuu. Also hell yar food is great too, and this comes from an Italian ;) Hold the compliment dearly.

You were so brave,
so brave.
And that is what pulled you from me - violently.
What comes from a brave boy and a cowardly man?
Nothing good.


Pulled to a force you felt was stronger.
I will not secede, you were wrong.
But can that change the outcome?
What becomes of a brave boy and a cowardly man?
Nothing good.
Nothing good.

—  You were my brother, I loved you. // MM

“They were so very brave,” says Rey, “we remember them,” and her voice is not as metallic as before, but there is a hard and shuddering whirr to it. She wears a black headscarf around her throat, over her head, designed to shield the machinery that has patched her together.

(Her breath snags, catches, buzzes.)

(You can tell she is approaching.)

To the Fathomless Depth

Do you remember when you were young,
And you were so brave?
We would walk in sunlight,
Drenched with sand,
And you gathered shells
As we went along.
I would tie them in twine
(you know how I love knots),
And with shells in your hair, we called you
Queen of the Sea.


When rolled the tide, you would arrive,
You welkin-eyed wonder,
Come brief to speak and then to dive,
To the sound of thunder.


Do you remember when we were young,
And I was so tall?
You would shout up to me,
Early with the dawn,
And round about noonday
My reply echoed down.
I should have been shorter
(you knew how I loved heights),
But despite all my distance, I called you
Queen of the Sea.


When rolled the tide, you would arrive,
You welkin-eyed wonder,
Come brief to speak and then to dive,
To the sound of thunder.


Do you remember when I was young,
And we were so old?
We would lie on the beach,
The evening streaked red,
And for an hour stern Time
Was so many numbers.
You’d swim to the sunset
(I knew how you loved the water)
And with eyes damp in silence, I called you
Queen of the Sea.


When rolled the tide, you would arrive,
You welkin-eyed wonder,
Come brief to speak and then to dive,
To the sound of thunder.


Do you remember?
(you must remember)


How many times have I spoke this story
In the fond hope that your ears would listen?
How many aeons have passed in their glory
As I’ve sung to set eyes bright a-glisten?


Still you’ve sunk to your Depth,
And will not be fathomed.
Do you remember?
(please try to remember)


When rolled the tide…


I should have been shorter…


You remember the surface where water
Meets air, the borders, frontiers of the mind?
Though we’ve cannons we’re not only fodder;
Air, sea, echoes and seashells entwined.


Do you remember?
You welkin-eyed wonder…


I knew how you loved the water…


And with eyes damp in silence, I called you
Queen of the Sea.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
you were talking so brave and so sweet,
giving me head on the unmade bed,
while the limousines wait in the street.
Those were the reasons and that was New York,
we were running for the money and the flesh.
And that was called love for the workers in song
probably still is for those of them left.
Ah but you got away, didn’t you babe,
you just turned your back on the crowd,
you got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don’t need you,
I need you, I don’t need you
and all of that jiving around.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, “Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music.”

And then you got away, didn’t you babe…

I don’t mean to suggest that I loved you the best,
I can’t keep track of each fallen robin.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
that’s all, I don’t even think of you that often.

anonymous asked:

for esia1d: I've always thought chelsea hotel no 2 is such a louis song, but I've never been able to figure out why or how.

Oh wooooow. What an amazing pick. So I went to refresh myself on the lyrics to this song and it tried to tell me it was a Lana Del Rey song. So I’m assuming she covered it? It’s a Leonard Cohen song to me but also I appreciate the idea of a lady singing “giving me head on an unmade bed” in a deep way so HEY. Why not both? I love this song I can’t even pick out particular lyrics. 

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
you were talking so brave and so sweet,
giving me head on the unmade bed,
while the limousines wait in the street.
Those were the reasons and that was New York,
we were running for the money and the flesh.
And that was called love for the workers in song
probably still is for those of them left. 

This is like a wonderful mix of zouis and elounor. Like Louis sitting and thinking about the people he’s lost and the time they spent in weird hotel rooms commiserating and makin’ looooooove and talking shit and making a mess.

Ah but you got away, didn’t you babe,
you just turned your back on the crowd,
you got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don’t need you,
I need you, I don’t need you
and all of that jiving around. 

Thinking of the way he always gets left in the dust without any explanations, the way it’s always so abrupt.

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
you were famous, your heart was a legend.
You told me again you preferred handsome men
but for me you would make an exception.
And clenching your fist for the ones like us
who are oppressed by the figures of beauty,
you fixed yourself, you said, “Well never mind,
we are ugly but we have the music.”

And then you got away, didn’t you babe…

I don’t mean to suggest that I loved you the best,
I can’t keep track of each fallen robin.
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
that’s all, I don’t even think of you that often.

Sure Louis. Suuuuuuuuuuure.

Every part of this song is so Louis is hurts. You’ve done a very good job. 

stillwciting asked:

❛ I thought you were very brave. ❜

The Lion King Sentence Starters 

“Ya think so? I think that’s layin’ it a little too thick but…” All really did was fly his Courier close to the TIE fighters to give Rey enough time to get into the Falcon and get in on the action. He was simply watching her back. “Thanks for the thought.”