A poem, as a manifestation of language and thus essentially dialogue,” Celan wrote, “can be a message in a bottle, sent out in the — not always greatly hopeful — belief that somewhere and sometime it could wash up on land, on heartland perhaps….
Paul Celan, quoted here
So many words of advice, and yet I’m not hearing them. So many people concerned about me, about you, about us… and yet, no one wants to see us together. So many oceans between us, and yet our love seemed stronger than it is now, when I’m so close to you.
But we’re still heroes. We undressed of secrets and dressed each other in purity. Tonight we’re soldiers fighting for what our hearts are screaming. We’re still heroes. Tonight we’re still heroes… we just need to give time, the time needed… to mend us… to heal us… to wake us up.
Whatever you do, don't look in the notes of this featured post. It's not worth it.
My point is, there are a lot of people in the world. No one ever sees everything the same way you do; it just doesn’t happen. So when you find one person who gets a couple of things, especially if they’re important ones… you might as well hold on to them.
Sarah Dessen
I’m really happy to see that the show honed in on the fact that Leia is an Organa, and I’m happy with how its portraying her relationship with her parents so far.
I think a lot of people like to shove her relationship with Bail and Breha to the side in favour of Anakin and Padmé. Yes, by blood she is Anakin and Padmé’s daughter, and yes we do see some of them in her, but she is more importantly Bail and Breha’s daughter. They raised her. They loved and cherished her. They shaped her into the person she would become. They had a much greater and stronger impact on her than Anakin or Padmé ever did. Yes we see Anakin and Padmé in her, but we also see so much of Bail and Breha in her too. She honestly would not be who she was if it weren’t for them.
So much of who Leia is comes from Bail and Breha Organa as her parents, and I think so many people seem to forget that.
So I guess you could say, he's "Unsuur" of when the last sandstorm was? :)
False she was, and unrelenting; When my last joys strewed the ground, Even Sorrow saw, repenting, Those sad relics scattered round;
Hope, whose whisper would have given Balm to all my frenzied pain, Stretched her wings, and soared to heaven, Went, and ne’er returned again!
The story follows Kassandra and Brasidas through the events of the game and beyond.
you deserve more notes on your blog :) anyway may I ask how many followers do you have? sorry I’m out of question rn ^^;;
28 put wouldn't put it past tumblr for a couple being porn bots. I do trim them out once a month but they do like popping up.
That's okay. You dont have to ask questions. You can be like my kids and give me a random word to wrote about. Just say hi. Brag about your day/ ability to get a good night's sleep . Bnb gossip.
For instance....
Theres a new family who moved into the bnb today. Haven't seen them yet but the landlord has put out a bench table outside in the garden.
He went through a phase of not letting us in the garden (mainly used as growing plot, several large sheds with woodworking equipment in etc so understandable and we had a fox problem). So like this is cool. Next time its sunny but like not windy, okay not too windy, I'm going to hop myself up on my allergy meds and go out and read my book on it. May not be thrilling for others but my whole life is a chaotic mess got to take the positives when they appear no matter how small.
showed pictures of gerard to my mom and she said he only gets away with being such a weirdo bc he's so pretty
uprooted, uncanny, legacy, market
Bang.
His forehead split open like a plastic Easter egg. He fell to the floor, loose as a doll. Blood filled the shallow crevices in the old wooden floor below him. His pale blue eyes were wide and lifeless.
I looked down at my own hands, still pale from gripping the gun.
My ears were ringing faintly from the shot.
Then they grew louder.
And louder.
“Ma’am, what are you going to have to drink?”
I look up from my menu, now crumpled and damp from sweat.
“Just a sweet tea, thank you.”
hi i was going to follow you but u read ur rules & about me. what do you mean you hate loud people?
HAKSJS OH BABES i meant people that are overly loud irl
i am convinced that people are driven by hope. by the knowledge that, yes, things will get better and times will change, bad days pass and the good ones are still ahead.
