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i love you.
if the feeling isn’t mutual, please pretend this is a poem.
Anonymous asked:
heartcountry answered:
"One day I will tell you what I’ve been.
It will scare you.”-Yrsa Daley-Ward
Don’t try and find me again, you would be lonely for music. I want you to be happy. I want you to marry again. I’m going to write out instructions for your next wife.
To my husband’s next wife: Be gentle. Be sure you comb his hair when it’s wet. Do not fail to notice that his face flushes pink like a bride’s when you kiss him. Give him lots to eat. He forgets to eat and he gets cranky.
When he is sad, kiss his forehead and I will thank you. For he is a young prince and his robes are too heavy on him. His crown falls down around his ears.
I’ll give this letter to a worm. I hope he finds you.
Love.”- from “Eurydice” by Sarah Ruhl
Stories are for joining the past to the future. Stories are for those late hours in the night when you can’t remember how you got from where you were to where you are. Stories are for eternity, when memory is erased, when there is nothing to remember except the story.
Doctor Who meme | undernoticed quotes | (1/?) | The God Complex
“I’d forgotten not all victories are about saving the universe”
That line.
#YES #THIS IS SO IMPORTANT #THE DOCTOR NEEDS TO REMEMBER THIS #ESPECIALLY WHEN HE GETS A BIG HEAD ABOUT HOW GREAT HE IS #AND AGAIN #IT WAS RORY WHO SAID IT #RORY IS ALWAYS FINDING WAYS TO HUMBLE THE DOCTOR AND THE DOCTOR KNOWS IT #AND THAT’S WHY HE LOVES RORY #NOT MANY PEOPLE MAKE HIM FEEL HUMBLE #AND IT’S JUST REALLY IMPORTANT TO REMEMBER LINES LIKE THIS
“Inej almost felt sorry for her. Dunyasha really believed she was the Lantsov heir, and maybe she was. But wasn’t that what every girl dreamed? That she’d wake and find herself a princess? Or blessed with magical powers and a grand destiny? Maybe there were people who lived those lives. Maybe this girl was one of them. But what about the rest of us? What about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? We learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. We learn to wring magic from the ordinary. That was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. When the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.”
-Crooked Kingdom by Leigh Bardugo
Love can change a person the way a parent can change a baby- awkwardly, and often with a great deal of mess.
The problem is that she’s just self-aware enough to know how she looks here, sticking out like a poorly-dressed thumb, but not quite self-aware enough to know how to compensate for it. She inevitably ends up just like this at almost any party, drifting at the very edge of someone else’s conversation, achingly aware of how anonymous she is and will remain – which makes her anonymity a self-fulfilling prophecy, in a way. If she could just get over herself a little, let go of the idea that if she walks up to someone, she’ll say precisely the wrong thing… except that she will do that. She has done that. It’s what she does. So it’s not really the anonymity, even, so much as the thought that she’s simply engaging in the taciturn version of hideously embarrassing conversational failure. It’s the thought that they’re all staring at her, these beautiful people with their crisply cut clothing, and wishing she’d stop dragging the afternoon down into her doldrums.
Juniper Lane, by Kady Morrison (gyzym).
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It’s a very powerful thing when someone sees you as the person you wish you were.
People say I love you all the time - when they say, ‘take an umbrella, it’s raining,’ or ‘hurry back,’ or even ‘watch out, you’ll break your neck.’ There are hundreds of ways of wording it - you just have to listen for it.
