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[sanddusted-wisteria]

A Builder, a Researcher, and a Rooftop, Ch. 9: Vega and Altair

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The builder’s eyes trailed across the sky, trying to keep up with Qi’s arm and words as he pointed out and explained some of the brighter stars in the sky that night.

“...And that is Deneb,” Qi said, pointing at Cygnus’s bright head. “It’s a supergiant right about in the middle of its lifespan.”

The builder frowned. “Lifespan? Massive balls of gas have lives?”

Qi shrugged. “You and I have the same question. They are inanimate, and therefore not living. I believe we use terms like ‘life’ and ‘death’ as an analogous description of how stars progress from start to finish. There isn’t really a better set of terms.”

“What’ll happen when it ‘dies,’ then?”

“Well, for a star as big as Deneb, it will eventually start fusing heavier and heavier elements as its fuel runs out. Eventually, its core might become so massive that the energy it produces can no longer counter its own gravity. So it violently collapses and implodes, which then causes a massive explosion.”

“Ohhh, so that’s a supernova.”

Qi nodded. “Precisely! And after all of that, with enough stellar mass, what remains is the imploded matter, compressed into such a small space that it becomes the densest thing in the universe, and therefore has the most gravity in the universe. So much that not even light can escape it. So much that it even warps time.”

“A black hole,” they muttered together.

“Black holes are pretty crazy,” the builder said. “And kinda scary. Imagine getting sucked into one of those.” They shuddered.

“Indeed. I imagine having your body completely crushed from all directions while time stretches out infinitely is rather unpleasant.”

“They can’t…move, right? They can’t travel anywhere?”

“Motion is relative. Could they move in relation to what?”

“Earth. A black hole isn’t gonna pose a threat to us, is it?”

Qi shook his head. “Impossible. The closest one is thought to be around 1560 light years away. Even if it was heading in a straight line directly towards us, which is incredibly unlikely, it would take a very, very long time to get here.”

“Hm. Thought so. When I was in 4th grade, a kid in my class tried to scare us by saying that a black hole was coming to suck up the Earth in a hundred years or something.”

“That child was a simpleton,” Qi said flatly, causing the builder to burst out laughing. “I hope they grew up to be an adult with more sense.”

“Well, last I heard, he didn’t become a scientist, so at least there’s that.”

“I wouldn’t assume so. …You didn’t believe him, did you?”

“Well…” the builder let out a nervous chuckle. “I did, but only for like 30 seconds.”

“At least you realized the mistake. I could at least expect that much of you.”

“And I didn’t grow up to be a scientist either. Take that as you will.”

“Even so… Are you sure you’ve never had any serious experience with astronomy? You at least seem to have an aptitude for the high-level, conceptual aspects of the field.”

“Nope. I’ve done a little stargazing here and there. I know some of the big constellations and stars and stuff. Oh, and I had an old friend back in high school who was super into astrology and would give me full birth charts and readings and everything.” Qi’s lip curled in disgust. “But uh…that’s not astronomy, is it?”

“If you even dare utter that word again in my presence…” Qi muttered with a steely glare. “…I will never speak to you again.”

The builder laughed again, waving a hand. “Okay, okay.”

“Even those myths from the days before the formal development of science are better than whatever metaphorical snake-oil that pitiful excuse of a ‘discipline’ shills.”

“Well, at least I know one or two of those… If I tell you one, would you forgive me about the whole astrology thing?” they said with a cheeky grin and a tilt of the head.

“Ugh, yes please. Anything to distract myself from that.”

“Oh.” They were just joking. “Okay, well uh, since we’re talking about Cygnus, this one’s a little bit about Cygnus. Mostly about Vega and Altair, though. Let me see…” they hummed, trying to dredge the story out of their memory. The scowl on Qi’s face eased into his usual flat expression, but with a faint light of curiosity in his eyes.

The builder took a deep breath and began.

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The Weaver and the Cowherd

Once upon a time, long, long ago, the King and Queen of Heaven had 7 beautiful daughters. The youngest was a talented weaver, spinning silky, wispy threads to make her family’s royal garb and all the clouds in the sky.

One night, the royal sisters descended to their favorite spring on Earth to bathe and relax. They shed their soft gowns and splashed gleefully in the pure waters.

Just then, a simple cowherd from the nearby village happened by, traveling home late from the big city after trading his wares. He heard the bubbly laughter coming from the direction of the spring. Who could be there so late? Carefully, he crept towards the spring under the cover of the brush, and laid eyes upon the most beautiful maidens he’d ever seen. They had to be divine beings. In particular, he was drawn to the youngest, watching two of her other sisters try to soak each other with amusement. She giggled at the sight, and as soon as the cowherd heard the tinkly sound, he knew he was in love.

How could he get her attention? There was no way he could just walk out like this. Then he noticed the maidens’ gowns left off to the side. If he took them, they would have to come find them and run into him, too. So he sneakily gathered all the gowns and made off a short distance away into the trees to wait.

Soon enough, the maidens soon noticed the missing gowns. Knowing they couldn’t possibly return to Heaven like this, the youngest offered to look for them. She searched carefully through the woods, and eventually stumbled upon the cowherd sitting next to the pile of gowns, startling him. Averting his eyes, he sheepishly explained why he wanted to steal their clothes, and offered to give them back right away. Even though she was stark naked in front of someone she had just met, she couldn’t help but feel drawn to his shy smile and innocently kind heart. And so the weaver fell in love with the cowherd.

Returning to her sisters, gowns in hand, the weaver explained what had just happened, and that she was going to stay on Earth to wed and live with her new beloved. Her sisters grew worried. What would their parents think? Did she even know how to live on Earth? Who even was this man? But the weaver was adamant, and waved her sisters goodbye as they reluctantly ascended back to the heavens.

And so the weaver and the cowherd lived their new lives together. He continued raising his cattle, while she started mending and selling clothes for the village. They bore two healthy and virtuous sons, whom they loved dearly. For a time, they were as happy as can be.

But one day, the Queen of Heaven noticed her missing daughter. Upon questioning her other daughters, she found out about her predicament. She was most displeased with the secret marriage, and to a mortal, no less. One night, she appeared before the weaver and demanded that she return to Heaven. This was less an order from her mother, and more an order from the Queen.

Helpless, the weaver had no choice but to leave her family behind. She gave her sleeping husband and children one last kiss, and left for the Heavens with misty eyes, never to return.

Upon waking up, the cowherd and his children were devastated at the weaver’s sudden disappearance. They wept, not knowing what they could do to find her. It was then, to their collective shock, that the cowherd’s finest ox began speaking to them. It told them about what had happened last night. There was hope, however. The ox told the cowherd and sons how to make a special boat, one that could sail to the highest Heavens.

When they had finished the boat, the cowherd and his sons set sail right away. Up and up they went, above the trees, the houses, and even the tallest mountains. Soon, they could see the Heavenly Palace, where the weaver sat on her balcony, glumly weaving clouds while keeping watch on the village from high above. The cowherd and their sons cried out to her, overjoyed to see her safe. She heard them, and called back to them with delight. They were so close. Soon they could reunite as a family…

But the commotion caught the ear of the Queen of Heaven. Furious, she took the hairpin out of her hair and used it to slice a massive gash across the sky. Out of the gash came floods of silvery starlight, forming a turbulent, impassable river between the lovers. Forever separated.

The weaver begged her mother to relent. Every day, she pleaded on her knees, wailing, tears spilling from her eyes. The Queen was adamant. But eventually, she gave in. Once every year, she decreed, the cowherd and the weaver could meet.

And she held true to her promise. On the seventh day of the seventh month, as the weaver, the cowherd, and their children waited anxiously on the shores of the silver river of stars, a flock of magpies flew down and gathered right above the starlight, forming a bridge. Carefully, they all stepped on, surprised to see the magpies able to support them. Then they ran into each other’s arms, finally reunited, even for a short while.

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“Vega’s the weaver,” the builder said, pointing to the bright star above the Milky Way. “Altair and those other two stars next to it are the cowherd and their sons.” They pointed to the bright cluster of stars underneath the Milky Way. “And Cygnus is the magpie bridge crossing the river of the Milky Way.” They traced their finger along Cygnus’s cross shape.

Qi’s eyes followed their hand, bright with interest. “I see…”

They dropped their arm. “So, what do you think? Distracted enough?”

“Huh? Oh, right. That. Well, I suppose that’s a solid ‘yes,’ then.”

“Damn, looks like I’m just that good,” they chuckled.

“Indeed. I am obviously not an expert in literature, but you tell stories in an engaging way. Better than some of the books I have in my library, even.”

Their brow raised. Once again, they were joking, but the genuine praise threw them off guard. “High praise, honestly, coming from you. I’ve seen how many books you have.”

“Usually I avoid stories like these. Non-scientific accounts of things perfectly explainable by science. Although…I suppose they can still be enjoyed with a skilled storyteller and some suspension of disbelief.”

The builder felt a smidge lighter at his words, and a smile tugged at the corner of their lips. “If you’re ever in the mood for another, I know a couple more. Just say the word.”

“I’ll be sure to keep that in mind,” Qi hummed.

Silence fell, and they both looked out towards the sky again.

“...Perhaps engaging with something non-scientific every once in a while isn’t as bad as I’d thought…” Qi muttered under his breath.

The builder said nothing, but the smile on their face grew.

Far above their heads, Vega and Altair and Cygnus shone bright, twinkling against the great cosmic river and the vast, inky-black sky.

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A/N: The Weaver and the Cowherd is an actual ancient Chinese myth (Japan and Korea also have their versions of the same story). In fact, the Chinese names for Vega and Altair are literally "Weaver Girl Star" (织女星, Zhī Nǚ Xīng) and "Cowherd Star" (牛郎星, Niú Láng Xīng) respectively. So it's fitting that the first two spacecraft in the My Time verse we've been introduced to are the Vega 5 and Altair One.

The original story had the weaver's parents be the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother of the West, but I decided to change their names for this telling, since they're figures from Chinese folk religion. Given the game's setting, I think it's unlikely that they would be passed down through the scattered populace of the Age of Darkness in exactly the same form, especially with the establishment of new religions like the Church of the Light. Just some interesting lil tidbits.

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[chaosintheavenue]

At long last, it's time to continue to answer my 76 ask meme for Trin!

🧠 Trin's in-game stats are very different to her 'official' version, so I'll split this answer in two...

In-game: This is her full SPECIAL and perk card setup, which I've barely touched since she hit level 50.

Official: S3 P7 E3 C4 I9 A8 L6. For 76, I had to ramp up the Strength and Charisma because they directly play into melee ability and speech checks. IIRC I also made Endurance high for increased HP (her official low Endurance is supposed to represent the fact that she's, erm, basically turning into an ultracite geode on the inside). Her Fallout 3/New Vegas-style skills would be Energy Weapons, Science and Repair (Survival is the next contender if she had an extra slot, and if I was to play as her in one of those games I'd probably use Survival over Repair just because I almost never repair items lol)

🎯 She sees Ecological Balance as an important duty to carry out regularly to monitor scorchy contamination in the environment, so if you asked her she'd probably call that her favourite. But in terms of sheer enjoyment of the quest and its rewards, the Camden Park games and Strange Brew. As for least favourite, anything that's solely combat-based

🏆 There's a lot of events she enjoys for various reasons, but I think she'd say Test Your Metal as an all-time favourite. Close runners up are Moonshine Jamboree and The Path to Enlightenment. Very much enjoyed Mothman Equinox, Fasnacht and Grahm's Meat-Cook whilst they were around too. She finds a certain satisfaction in helping with the nuke-initiated boss battles, but I'd hardly call that 'enjoyment' in any sense of the word. And now least favourite... drumroll please... also Test Your Metal, depending on who turns up and how the event goes

⛑️ She tries her best to help out the Whitespring Refuge guys where she can, and has been to the Pitt on their behalf a few times. But she is still somewhat unsure of the motives of Orlando and the 'Management' they represent

⭐️ She hasn't had much of a chance to form an opinion on the Free States, especially as she's never met a living representative of them and was otherwise occupied (by her increasing scorchiness) during the time she was working through their questline segment. She does, however, see potential for some Brotherhood tendencies there. Pretty sure she'd take a cautious approach if she ever did encounter them directly

⚙️ Oookay, backstory time. Technically, Trin is BoS herself. One side of her family goes way back in the California BoS, and she spent some time living in Lost Hills as a child/young teenager. Her opinion on the group does differ somewhat from chapter to chapter (she's met the East Coast chapter inbetween Fallouts 3 and 4, and of course now the Fort Atlas guys, but she's still primarily familiar with the attitudes, rules, terminology and tendencies of the West Coast BoS), but on the whole, it's fair to assume she's not a fan

🔬 What little contact she's had with the Enclave throughout her life has been very negative, so... also not a fan here

🦋 She finds the Mothman worshippers of all varieties to be fascinating, and part of her wishes they'd give her a chance to get closer and learn a bit more about them

🐄 She doesn't really have a particular opinion on the company itself, but gets along very well with most of the individuals that make up Blue Ridge. She takes part in the caravan runs whenever she has the opportunity, and did once briefly consider trying to become a full employee

👗 She doesn't know a lot about the Order, so she mostly just sees them as another group who tried and failed to survive, and regards them with some level of pity for the misfortune they encountered

🌆 Trin only travels to the Pitt to drop off supplies and help on small missions. She briefly saw the city when she was younger and found it a uniquely scary, hostile place to be, and that first impressions still colours her views on the place and its less-friendly inhabitants (particularly Trogs) today

[puniyo]

Vegas and the Hedgehog dilemma

*Spoilers for episode 10*

Since episode 10 has been out, I’ve read a lot about Stockholm syndrome and Lima syndrome, normally used to justify relationships forged between abductors and their captives. While emotional psychology is not my forte (my area of expertise being language), what really caught my attention was the little hedgehog that I’m assuming Vegas has as a pet. Of all the attention given to details in his study room, the Virgin Mary with a skull, the gag ball, the lamp with green shade, the caged animal lit a bulb on my head.

Has anyone heard about the Hedgehog dilemma?

In short, hedgehogs are nocturnal animals with spines around their bodies. Unlike porcupines, their spines are way smaller and less noticeable but hard and painful in the same way. If not more. Similar to a cactus, you are aware of the large spines but sometimes the smaller ones go undetected, and then it is when you get prickled.

The hedgehog dilemma is really about intimacy. Like any other animal, hedgehogs long for physical warmth during winter and the way to obtain it is to get close to other hedgehogs. However, because they are not able to retract or shed their spines (and risk being eaten by predators), they end up stinging and hurting each other. In order to avoid pain, they need to keep a physical distance. Now let’s transpose this metaphor to human intimacy. People long for intimacy and warmth from other human beings. It is part of our psyche and crucial for our emotional stability. And intimacy can be at many levels – physical, emotional, sexual. However, because of one’s emotional baggage (or any other baggage – external, social, you name it), humans cannot get close to each other without hurting each other as well.

Now let’s transpose this dilemma onto Vegas.

Vegas.

Vegas Theerapanyakul.

Vegas, as I assume and from the hints we receive in the drama so far, has grown up in a very unhealthy environment. His father is everything but benevolent. His father does not accept his relationships, much less his sexuality. His father, and all the surrounding circumstances has made him use manipulation for survival. Vegas is, on a superficial level, cold, scheming, a psychopath I dare to say. He uses people to achieve his ends, he relishes in torture, and once they lose their purpose, he shoots them. There is no guilt or hesitation when he pulls the trigger (compare to how many times Kinn has pulled the trigger so far in the series).

Vegas is seemingly the perfect villain, but has anyone stop to think that he is hurt, so hurt beyond repair at this point of the series? Vegas is a hedgehog – he has deadly spines around him that he leaves a trail of devastation whichever he goes. But more than anything, Vegas longs for the warmth that he wants but never got. The scene with Tawan in front of the mirror, even when naked (which is one of the major steps one can take in terms of intimacy – to be naked with someone else and not be judged) feels rather fake and the complete opposite of intimacy. There are huge walls around Vegas there. It is almost as if Vegas had detached from his true-self and only a hollow version of him is left there to entertain Tawan and his delusion.     

So Vegas the hedgehog must have tried to become close to someone but the same way he has hurt others, others have hurt him. And rejected him – his father, the main family, Kinn (who I think he looks up to more than despise).

But we have another hedgehog in the series – Pete.

Pete’s spines are also out there – his smiley persona, his outgoing and carefree self. Pete strikes me as someone who is nice to everyone, but not really close to anyone. While Vegas has seen countless people succumb to his torture, Pete is the one to remain standing and refusing to entertain him.

No, no, no. Let’s rephrase that. Pete is the one to be able to see beyond the spines and accept Vegas.

No, no, no. Let’s rephrase it again.

Pete is the one to be able to bear the pain of Vegas’ spines and despite so, he is willing to remain by Vegas side. And Vegas, Vegas is not prepared to receive the full blow of Pete’s spines when these are out there pointing at him and stabbing him, inch by inch, skin and bones.

Because when it does, Vegas will understand what true intimacy is. And when he does, he will become so addicted to it that he will not know how to react.

And that, is what I am really waiting for.

(going back to my Kinn and Vegas protection corner)         

[big-fang-andrei]

May i be so bold as to ask your opinions on the other clans, my lord? Also, your opinions on diablerie

My, that is quite the bold question indeed. But I have an even bolder answer. I’ll tell you what I think of the other clans but also of the other denizens of the night. So pull up your chair and open a new tab to drivethrurpg(I WISH THIS WAS A PAID PROMOTION), as uncle Andrei tells you of the World of Stank-Piss!

Assamites/Banu Haqim: they claim to be our judges yet they lack any form of self control when a drop of vitae hits the floor. It’s true, I’ve blood bonded several with this method.

Brujah: I’ve seen maggots in cum socks lead better revolutions than them. If I wanted to see a bunch idiots yell about their ideas on how to fix the government I’d go to twitter, thank you very much.

Followers of Set/The Ministry: Claim to be masters of darkness yet a night light scares the shit out of them.

Gangrel: Nomadic cowards that spend more time making stories for their OC’s than anything. I find it humorous when one tries to make peace with a lupine only to get torn into thirds.

Giovanni/Hecata: They fuck their sisters, dude.

Lasombra: Ah yes, our brothers in the Sword of Caine. While I do appreciate they’re bravery in the Anarch revolt I do not enjoy their constant reading of the scripture. And dear Caine, they’re so annoying with their dreadful sea shanties.

Malkavian: I once had to share an apartment with one during the 70’s. Malkavians by themselves are a constant overflowing dam with small cracks gushing forth the most insane and obtuse thoughts one shouldn’t be able to imagine. Couple that with his herd of never sober hippies and a philosophy class and that my childe is a recipe for becoming a quiet pair of pants.

Nosferatu: Many assume I despise the Sewer rats for aiding the camarilla, but if anything I pity them. They think they’re so clever hiding behind the skirt of the Ivory Tower when they know we’re the only ones that can help. Run little sewer rats, run all you want from the scary Nictuku, but the ivory tower will crumble long after the last of Absmilliard’s childer wipes the blood from her lips. What? Jealous? Why would I be jealous of their looks… WE work hard to look like this, those bastards get embraced and stay like that cursing over their beauty as if it were a curse. Ungrateful fucks...

Ravnos: I haven’t seen one since my trip to Vegas. Tricksters, liars but I gotta admit good dancers. In fact I haven’t seen much of any in a while. All of ours ended up diablerizing and slaughtering each other a while ago but that’s just another Tuesday around here.

Toreador: Silly, silly children the whole clan. They bore me with their constant slobbering of human art and sobbing of their humanity! It drives a motherfucker INSANE!

Tremere: If I could still shit I’d turn them into toilet paper. ‘Nuff said.

Ventrue: you spend your formative years sucking the dick of a king hard enough until he gives you some armor and a dull blade now you think living in massive sky scrapper with solid gold socks can make up for being a spineless tryhard.

Kuei-Jin: I’d tell you but I don’t want to get cancelled again.

Werewolves: If the Gangrels are the furrys that post their art and ask you to leave positive comments only, than lupines are the maniacs that eat roadkill off the street butt naked at night.

Mages: pah, charlatans with parlor tricks that tell you the secret of magic is to “believe in yourself”. What hog wash, real magic comes from that old gnarled up bastard Koldun.

Ghosts: I rarely have failed experiments but in some even rarer occasions, they result in a phantom. Sure it’s startling at first waking up and seeing something had broken all your windows, flooding your room with sunlight and the occasional threatening words drawing in blood on your living room, clashing with your own blood art. But all you have to do is call in a Nagaraja and those bastards eat ghosts like Papa Andrei eats blood ice cream.

Faeries: I tried to turn a kid into a bike chain once, until he pointed at me with the stick he held, declared it a hammer and smashed my watermelon sized testicles with the force of one. Not one of my finer moments.

Hunters: The Society of Leopold or the Second Inquisition are just as reckless, poorly organized and limp dicked as the Camarilla… but a month or so ago as I was buying some batteries for my custom all flesh furby, when a person behind me claimed to see past my disguise and tried to beat me to death with a flaming fortnite action figure before I twisted him like sausages. Funny thing was I wasn’t wearing a disguise. Hell that was a nude Tuesday for me, but whatever that “thing” was that it certainly piqued my interest.

Mummies: I had a mummy friend during the French Revolution, made me play salty cracker all the time. Not all dusty, covered in bandages or Tom cruise looking like in the movies but they seem ok, naive even. Still trying to save humanity by helping some crummy god.

Demons: In my short time in Mexico I’ve witnessed more things one could experience in two weeks than one could in a life time. A vampire lupine, a toreador glutton fat from vitae, vampires not of Caine or Kuei-Jin origin and a bootleg vhs of regreso al futuro. But in the Tremere Antitribu chantry, Universidad del Tercer Circulo de la Serpiente Dorada, I saw Goratrix preform an unholy ritual with the blood of a virgin and said bootleg vhs, unleashing a fallen Angel chained to the deepest bowels of hell that the Lasombra claim to be their domain. The devil looked upon us and cursed we childer of caine before Goratrix in his pansy Tremere nature banished the fiend back to the abyss. I fear no demon, but the Tremere are superstitious suckers. I left the country the next few days to return back to LA thinking nothing of my encounter until a week later I had heard something happened to the Tremere of the Sabbat. All members simply bursted into ash one night. If that isn’t a sign of Gehenna, then I don’t know what is. Orpheus: Who?

[factual-fantasy]

Got 19 asks, thanks ya’ll! :}

The ask itself aside for a moment, If you told him that, it would make him really upset. He would 100% believe that you’re just messing with him and making fun of him.

He truly believes that he is unlovable because of his appearance, and that he cannot form any new relationships because of it. He feels that the only friends he will ever have are the Wreckers that knew him before he became disfigured and somehow aren’t disgusted by him now. Brown Suburban, being the only one he thinks..

He feels that partly why Brown Suburban is even still friends with him is that his vision isn’t great and he cant quite see just how ugly Bash has become. Which isn’t true, but he cant help thinking this way.

Despite actually becoming friends with the rest of team prime.. he can just.. he can just feel all the optics staring at him. He knows he’s a disaster and is ashamed. He feels like the rest of the team is only pretending to be friends with him as a form of pity.

Now, to the ask itself. I don’t think that’s all that odd. I built Bash Buggy to feel like a real being. So someone having a crush on him, jokingly or not means I did a good job. :}

Also, just an fyi.. every single character of mine besides Suburban, Red Van and Miata are single. ;}  

Ah its alright, things just suck sometimes.

My new job has been helping a lot actually. I finally feel like I’m useful, so that’s a nice feeling. My job is confusing and it embarrasses me when I cant figure out what to do, but that feeling of being worth something drowns them out thankfully.

No I don’t believe you have, why don’t you tell me about it? :}

Oh don’t worry, Suburban will cover that. ;}

I think it would be best to just.. leave Honda alone for now, and let her calm down on her own. <:/

I’m so glad you liked the memes. I always just assumed no one wanted to see them, so it makes me happy to know that at least some people like them.

And I’m glad I made you feel better! You did the same for me. Getting asks always makes me feel better. <:}

And thank you for all the compliments!! I’m so flattered! (*ﾉ∀`*)

Go for it. I wish you luck. 👍

Its been great honestly. If feels really great to feel like I have a purpose now. Something I do finally matters enough to be paid for it. The job is confusing and will take a lot of time to learn and memorize. But honestly that’s drown out by the feeling that I’m finally worth something.

A while back, Suburban got a strange patch of a few little cracks on his front windshield caused by driving though some branches. It looked somewhat like this. 👇

Suburban is now in the hands of a relative that isn’t.. the most pleasant to be around to put it lightly. She has a history of being a real crank pot and just being a jerk to the others a lot of the time. Lets call her SD. (Suburban’s Driver)

I was out on the farm with SD, VD, (Vega’s Driver) and some others. Suburban was parked in front of the shop just hanging out by himself, so I climbed up on his hood to sit there with him and chill because I was bored.

Eventually I climbed up in his roof and sat criss cross on him. The Vega was parked some feet away which was where WD was. WD (White Trucks driver) was over by Vega and was leaning/sitting on the Vega’s hood and we were just chatting.

Then, from across the farm, SD starts crabbing at me to get off of Suburban. She didn’t say anything else. No reason why to get off, she just said to get off.

She’s always been a real crab to me. She knows Suburban is my favorite car so I just assumed that she was being a crank again and hogging the family Suburban. She only said to get off, not why, just to get off.

I thought that was unfair. So I turned around to VD, (Vega’s Driver) and asked if I could stay up there. I told him that SD was crabbing at me to get off and he thought the same thing. He’s like, “Yeah you can stay up there, don’t worry about SD. Just stay towards the edge of the roof to your keep weight off the middle.” So I was like “cool.” and stayed up there on top of Suburban and hung out and talked to WD some more. 

A little while later we were going to leave. I hop off of Suburban, and then me, WD and VD hop in Vega and drive home. SD finishes up what she was doing and climbs in Suburban to follow us home.

When we get home, SD’s real angry and says, “Come here!” and points at Suburban’s windshield. Suburban's cracks had expanded and now look something like this. 

Me sitting on Suburban's roof had put enough pressure on his windshield to make his cracks worse. She got real mad at me for not listening to her but VD backed me up and said that he allowed me to stay up there.

If she hadn’t been a jerk to me so much through out my life, or at least had told me that sitting up there would hurt Suburban, I would have respected her and immediately hoped off. But she’s always been that way and she didn't tell me it would hurt him. How was I supposed to know that was going to happen? I had completely forgotten about the cracks and had no idea that Suburban couldn’t handle my weight.

And VD, the car guru of this family, said it was okay. He hadn’t thought about it too and just assumed, like I did, that she was being a crank pot again.

So, all of these things put together and summed up.. I ignored her demand to get off of Suburban and me sitting up there extended his cracks. Basically, I hurt him. Now that I have a job I plan to try to save up the money to replace his front cracked window, and his shattered back window as an apology..

Deep down. I feel like this plan is going to be more of an apology to Suburban than to her really. At least Suburban only hurt me once.

Only one. She’s way more of a softie than she lets on.

You could give her a high five and she’d smile. You could smile at her and she’d smile back, like, it really doesn’t take much.

She’s so gentle at her core, and it honestly isn’t hard to make it show. :}

As for the real life cars, Green Truck is repaired and is back on the road actually. His steering column has been successfully replaced and now my Volvo is sitting in his parking spot.

Green Truck actually picked me up from work two days as a matter of fact. It was pretty funny! I walked out thinking “Okay, look for Green Truck.” I look straight ahead and at the end of the row of cars sat a gigantic rusty green truck that poked out above the rest of the cars XD. He’s a big boy that’s for sure. 

Honda actually is broken down and in a shop last I heard.. hopefully she gets out soon. <:/

As for the characters, Green Trucks weak leg has been repaired and he can now be sent out on missions as a reliable soldier. This means that Red Van no longer has a confined-to-the-base-buddy unfortunately.. but at least Green Truck is feeling better. Mentally and physically.

Honda has been painting a lot more. Which is a.. good thing..? I mean, its her way of coping, but she’s been getting lost in the ink lately..

Daww you’re welcome. Just returning the favor! I’m sure you’ve sent me a virtual hug or two at some point. :}

😊🤗💕

Transformers: I... think it started a long time ago? Over the span of many years, every few months I would watch one of the Bayverse movies at random just because. I really liked the movies and sometime ago I was like “Okay. I love these movies and really want to know the story.”

So I rented all the movies and over the span of about maybe 2 weeks I watched every single Bayverse movie in order, also the Bumblebee movie. After that I wanted to watch one of the Transformers shows.

I picked Transformers: Prime because it was the only show that had an art style that I liked.. And now I’m here. I’m not done with the show yet. Drawing all of our cars as Transformers has always been an idea I’ve had. Officially getting onto the fandom was the little push I needed to make them a reality.

Gravity Falls: Sometime a long time ago after the show was completed, I stumbled into the fandom. I ended up really liking Stanford to the point I wanted to watch the show to learn more about him. So I did.

Pirates: Probably this disaster child, 👇

Hooo man is this an unreasonably controversial subject. My thoughts on the virus COMPLETELY ASIDE, lets take a look at how the not real members of team prime would react.

I think they would all react the same way honestly. They’d be pretty freaked out and worried. To them, they hear that there’s some virus going around the entire planet, that’s some pretty scary stuff. But its not like they can do anything about it to be honest.. So they would just worry, ask the humans every now and again if its gotten any better and just.. kind’a wait it out with them.

They would feel a little bad to think this way, but they have much more pressing matters to worry about. They would be upset to hear that humans all around the world are sick and stressed.. but so are they. What can they really do? <:/

Assuming that its FNAF 1 and everyone can actually play..

Suburban would be super nervous but determined to finish the game. After getting jump scared once he’d go,

Miata and Jeepy would probably be the only ones who actually enjoy the game, would beat it, and would want to play it again later.

Escort probably wouldn’t play at all. What's he trying to do? Give himself a second heart attack?? But if he had to.. he’d play for a bit, but would dip after the first jump scare.

Brown Suburban would play the game stone faced and only raise his eyebrows when he got jump scared. He would most likely beat the game. Also, his favorite character is Freddy Fazbear because for some reason the bear reminds him of himself. 

U.M.Dragster would jump into it without fear, but would freak out as he kept getting jump scared. He’s too stubborn to quit, so he would probably keep trying and eventually win.

A.T.Dragster wouldn’t like playing it probably, but she is just as stubborn as her brother and would keep going until she won.

Green Truck wouldn’t be able to beat the game and would get jump scared a lot. But at least he’s a great sport and would have fun doing it.

Vega: Y E E T  THE COMPUTER

Red Van would want to yeet the computer but is too gentle so she’d just freak out a lot.

White Truck would be scared the whole time but he’d give it his best shot. If he was determined enough he might just beat it, but probably not.

I feel like Beluga and Honda would be terrified and not be able to get past night 2. But hey, at least they both gave it their best shot right?

Ranger would probably shoot the computer after being jump scared.

Volvo would glitch slap the computer off the table. Scaring a medic is a big no no.

Bash Buggy couldn’t play because he cant see the screen. Buuuuuut, if he could see the screen.. he’d love the game and probably be the best at it. He would play it many times over again and would master the game pretty quickly.

Uhm.. I believe not, sorry. <:{

In Escort’s story, I have discussed three ships.

The first ship was the one he was traveling on with Red Van and Suburban.

The second ship was the one he was tortured on after being kidnapped from the first ship. This ship was supposed to be full of my Decepticon OCs. I.e, Reaper, Blue Truck, Zippy, etc. No real Decepticons were supposed to be on it so.. no Bonecrusher. <:/

Then the third ship is the one that rescued him. It was an Autobot cargo ship that had more of my OCs on it. I.e Brown Suburban, Bash Buggy, Honda, the Dragsters etc.

So... no he wasn’t on any of Escorts ships.. <:/

Oh, so he’s friendly? Well then yeah they’d like a hug!

I just saw the clip of him trying to kill Optimus and assumed he wouldn’t be too friendly. .

And sorry for not remembering him! <:{ Its been a long time since I watched the Bayverse movies and I never heard his name before... Not gonna lie though, his alt mode is pretty friggin cool.

Like, just  L O O K  at it! Noice. 👌

I don’t know if this is what you need to hear, but do it. I don’t care if the drawing is “bad” or “ugly”. Its fanart of my characters, which shows me that you love and appreciate them.

If you want to draw fanart but are afraid of being made fun of, then you don’t have to draw anything. But if you do, know that I will love and gush over what ever you make me. No matter how “bad” it is. :} ♡

Escorts Ducky is named “Escorts Ducky”. :}

And in case you were wondering, Suburban's Ducky is named “Suburban’s Ducky.” :}

[cas-lost-grace]

Prompt: I have been working three jobs to afford this ring and yeah I know it put a strain on our relationship that I wasn’t around much but, um, surprise, do you want to get married? What? NO? You’re dumping me? But…but…fuck everything - hey, random person over there, you want to get married? Yes? Really? Okay, let’s do this, I’m ready to drive to Vegas right now if you are.

Dean’s heart is in overdrive and his lungs are burning. He hates running. Sammy might actually be right about Dean needing to cut back on the burgers.

Dean takes a few deep breaths, swipes the sweat off his forehead and taps his pocket to make sure the little box is still there before he enters the restaurant.

"Hi, um, I have a... look there she is," he tells the hostess, pointing at Cassie who’s just getting up from her table. He weaves his way between the tables, apologizing to everyone he accidentally knocks into. Why are fancy places like this always so cramped? People spend so much money here, don’t they deserve some personal space?

"Hey, honey! I’m so sorry I’m late," he blurts out, grabs Cassie’s shoulders and presses a kiss to her cheek.

"Twenty minutes, Dean. I told you this was important and you are twenty minutes late."

"Yeah, I know, but I-" he takes a deep breath to calm himself, "I also have something important to tell you. Let’s just sit and have a nice dinner first. Please, Cassie, I’m sorry."

She heaves a heavy sigh but sits down.

Dean orders wine and watches as Cassie downs the first glass in one go. She’s really upset, but he hopes she’ll forgive him once she learns the reason for his delay.

"So, how’s the article about foster care going?" he asks. She loves talking about her job, so it will surely improve her mood.

If looks could kill, he would fall dead immediately. "That article was published a week ago," she says through clenched teeth.

"Oh. I... I’m sorry, Cassie. You know I’ve been working a lot lately-"

"Yes, I know," she cuts him off bitterly.

The waiter saves Dean by bringing the starters and rambling on about the ingredients.

The portions are ridiculously small for how much they cost, but the food is delicious and the wine is strong. By the time they reach dessert, Cassie has melted a little bit.

"I think we should get to the serious part," Cassie says, eyes fixed on her empty plate, she’s spreading the remnants of chocolate creme with a fork.

"Yeah, we should," Dean says. His heart is picking up pace again. "Please, let me start, I’ve been preparing for this for a long time."

She lifts her eyes and frowns suspiciously, but she nods.

"Please, close your eyes, babe."

She hesitates but obeys. Dean’s hands are shaking as he reaches for the box in his pocket.

"You can look," he says softly when he’s kneeling in front of her, holding the open box with both his hands like he saw it in movies so many times. He can feel many pairs of eyes on him, but he doesn’t care. All that matters is Cassie and her expression when she sees the ring.

Her eyes widen, her lips part, all color drains from her face.

"Dean," she breathes out.

"Cassie, will you marry me?"

She stares at him for a moment, it looks like she’s not breathing. Then she looks around at all the people awaiting her answer so they can clap and cheer. Her cheeks turn red.

"Dean, please, close the box and get back to your seat."

Dean knows that tone. She uses it with hysterical people that demand she writes about their problems or takes their side in an article.

He frowns.

"Do you want to marry me?" he asks again feeling a lump forming in his throat.

"Babe, let’s talk first. Please, don’t make a scene."

"Don’t make a scene? That’s what you care about?" Dean raises his voice as a wave of anger surges through him. "This was all about making a scene because I know you like big gestures!"

She huffs out an exasperated sound. "That’s not even... fuck, Dean, sit down and listen to me for one damn minute!"

She’s actually being pretty scary, so Dean grumpily obeys. He sees the other guests averting their eyes and pretending nothing happened.

"I’m listening," he growls.

Cassie takes a deep breath. "Dean, I’m really sorry I ruined this moment for you, but if I knew-" she shakes her head, "look, it really surprised me. We were barely spending any time together lately."

"Yeah, because I was saving up for this crazy expensive ring!"

Her face actually contorts with pity and Dean regrets yelling.

"Babe, I know it’s been hard for these past weeks, but I really did it for you."

"I would have appreciated it much more if you were with me."

"I’m sorry, babe." He reaches over the table to hold her hand but she withdraws it.

"Yeah, me too, Dean. I’m sorry, I-" another steadying breath, "I’m not going to marry you. I actually planned to break up with you tonight."

"What?" There’s something wrong with the world because Dean suddenly feels like he’s spinning and somebody has sucked the air out of the room. Maybe it’s just a nightmare. He’s been so nervous about the proposal that it would make sense if he dreamed of something as horrible as this. There’s no chance this could be true. Cassie would never...

"Dean?" she snaps her fingers in front of his face. "Dean, are you okay?"

Dean blinks at her and shakes his head slowly.

"No, I’m not fucking okay. I proposed to you and you are ditching me instead. How could I possibly be okay?"

"Dean, I’m sorry, but I’m sure you’ll move on soon."

"Is there anybody else?" Dean asks with a spark of hope. If it’s about another man, he can just beat him and it will be solved.

"No," Cassie says, biting her lip. "It’s about you."

"I told you I wasn’t present because I was busy working. That’s over now. I’ll be with you. I swear I will learn all your articles by heart."

She shakes her head. "No, Dean, that won’t work. You see, the worst part about you not being there with me was that I realized I don’t really need you."

That hurts.

"I know it’s harsh. But let’s be realistic. This relationship didn’t have a future."

"Well, I thought different," Dean says through his teeth and clenches the ring box in his hand.

Cassie tilts her head and looks at him the way one looks at an injured animal.

"Did you, really? Be honest with yourself, Dean. Did you actually wanted to marry me because you loved me that much or because you know your dad wanted you to find a nice girl and settle down with her?"

Dean gapes at her, speechless.

She smiles bitterly. "You see? That’s what I thought."

"That’s not-"

She doesn’t let him finish, he wouldn´t know what to say anyway.

"I’m done, Dean. I already packed my stuff so if you give me a little headstart, I’ll be gone when you arrive at the apartment.”

______________________

"I’m done with women!" Dean tells the bartender. His words slur together, thanks to all the whiskey he has drunk. "You can never tell where you stand with a woman. One day you think you’re the love of her life and the next day you learn you’re nothing to her. Nothing!" He swings his hand angrily in front of him and knocks over his glass. Fortunately, it’s empty.

The bartender grabs it but doesn’t refill it. Dean’s too submerged in his speech to notice.

"That’s why I’m here," he gestures wildly to imply the half-empty gay bar. "I’m gonna pick myself a man," he announces with a drunken grin. "I like men, you know? Always have. I somehow always pictured myself ending up with a girl, but that’s out of the question now." The bartender hums and pushes a glass of water in front of him. Dean takes a sip and makes a face. "This is shit," he mumbles before looking around.

There’s a man sitting at the far end of the bar. He has thick dark hair and a nice profile. He looks like he didn’t have a great day either.

"Hey, you!" Dean calls and points at him. "You, trenchcoat! I’m talking to you."

The man finally looks at him, gives him a once-over before his full lips curl up into an amused smile.

"Come here. I’m buying you a drink. Fuck, I’m buying you a whole bottle. I already spend a fortune for this stupid ring, so what does one bottle of fine whiskey means, right?"

The man moves to sit next to him and orders himself a glass.

"I’m sorry, you got rejected," he says and damn, his voice does strange things to Dean’s insides.

"Nah, that’s alright. Serves me right for being stupid."

"I don’t think you’re stupid." He says it like he means it and looks Dean deep in the eyes. The color of the guy’s eyes steals Dean’s breath.

"What’s your name?" he asks.

"Castiel."

Dean bursts into laughter. The guy looks at him like he’s some peculiar new species.

"Cas," he says, "that’s perfect. Yeah, that’s perfect. Cas, may I see your left hand?"

The guy raises his hand and Dean grabs it. Big palm, but slender fingers, yeah, this could work.

Dean opens the box with his free hand and pulls out the ring. He looks at the inscription of little letters D+C and chuckles again. He planned to have the ring fitted after giving it to Cassie, so it’s quite big now.

He still has to push a little to slip it on Castiel’s finger, but he manages.

"What-what are you doing?" the guy asks softly, staring at his own hand.

"Do you want to get married, Cas?"

Blue eyes meet his, stealing his breath away just like the first time. "I don’t even know your name."

"I’m Dean. 33. Mechanic. No relatives but a younger brother who lives in California. I’m a catch. We can drive to Vegas right now!" he says, a little too excited.

Castiel takes a moment to answer.

"Alright, Dean, let’s drive to Vegas."

"Awesome!" Dean jumps off the barstool and throws some money on the countertop. "I need to pee first, meet me at the door." He leaves as Cas talks with the bartender who’s watching Dean’s departure with concern.

________

"I should drive," Cas says when they reach Dean’s car.

"No, no, no. No way. You see this beauty? She’s the best thing I have. I don’t let anybody drive her."

"I’m going to be your husband. I think you should let me drive your car."

It’s a valid argument, but Dean doesn’t like it. He folds his arms across his chest and pouts.

"Besides you’re too drunk to drive, Dean."

Dean sighs and gives Cas the keys. He slumps grumpily in the passenger seat.

Castiel looks hot while driving, though, so Dean takes that as a consolation prize.

"Have you ever been to Vegas?" he asks because he wants to hear that amazing voice again.

"Yes, once, on a business trip. But I didn’t really have the opportunity to enjoy what the city can offer."

"Oh, we will enjoy everything, Cas. What do you think about getting wed by Elvis?"

"I’m not a huge fan of Elvis."

"Oh come on! How can you not like Elvis? Wise men say only fools rush in. But I can't help falling in love with you... Come on, Cas!"

Castiel laughs. The sound is deep and rich. Dean likes it very much.

"Oh, wait, where are you driving to?" Dean asks suddenly aware of his surroundings.

"To my place," Castiel says without hesitation, "I need to change, I’m not getting married in my work clothes."

Dean looks at him. A boring trenchcoat and a crumpled suit.

"Yeah, sure, it should be the best day of your life. If you wanna change, you should change!"

Cas nods with a soft smile playing on his lips. They are full and pink and a little chapped.

__________

 Castiel has a nice little house in the suburbs.

"Dean, follow me, please," he says in the hall and leads Dean through the house. They stop in the bedroom. It’s warm-colored and cozy.

"What are you doing?" Dean asks when Castiel turns to him and pushes his jacket off his shoulders. "Oh, premarital sex, yeah, I’m up for that." Dean hiccups as he shrugs his sleeves off his hands and lets the jacket fall on the floor. Castiel pushes him towards the bed and Dean topples inelegantly on top of the covers. "Uh. Yeah, it would be stupid to marry someone if you don’t know whether you are-" he unbuttons his pants and pushes them down his hips, "-compatible in bed, right? Oh god, these sheets are so soft," he mumbles as Castiel takes his shoes off and gets rid of the pants. Dean pushes himself up on the bed and buries his face in a fluffy pillow.

"I hope you’re a top-" he mutters into the pillow. There’s a blanket being thrown over him but he barely notices it. His body suddenly feels very heavy. "I mean, I could fuck you but I-" he yaws "-I really like it up my ass."

It’s silent and dark and Dean lets it overcome him.

________

 Waking up is disorienting. He’s in an unfamiliar bed in an unfamiliar bedroom. His head is killing him. Grunting, he kicks the blanket off and sees he’s wearing his shirt and boxers. At least he hasn’t done anything he would have to regret. He treads lightly as he opens the bedroom door and walks into the living room. There’s a lump on the couch. A mop of dark hair peeking from under a blanket.

"Oh shit," Dean breathes as the events of last night start coming back to him in flashes. He has to brace himself against the wall because his knees feel weak.

Castiel stirs and opens his blue eyes. "Hello, Dean," he says, voice huskier than Dean remembers.

"Hi, Cas."

Castiel’s smile is small but sweet. "I didn’t expect you to remember my name. How are you feeling?" He sits up and folds the blanket neatly. He looks even better in a gray t-shirt and black boxer briefs than he did in his coat.

"Um. My head feels like it’s going to explode every minute," Dean admits. He´s trying not to stare at Cas´ muscular thighs while the man walks towards him.

"Let’s get you some water and Advil and I’ll make some breakfast."

"Wait," Dean stops him by grabbing his shoulder. The muscles under his palm feel incredibly firm. "I want to thank you. You saved me from doing something very stupid."

"You had a rough day. I was worried somebody would take advantage of you."

When he imagines what could have happened to him if he addressed somebody else than Castiel, it gives him goosebumps.

"Thank you."

"It’s nothing," Cas says and pats Dean’s hand that is still resting on his shoulder. The wedding ring on his finger glistens in the morning sun.

"What do you say to pancakes and bacon?"

Dean grins. "I say hell yeah."

_________

They have a nice breakfast. Castiel is a decent cook and a very nice company. Dean learns the basics about him. What does he do for a living, where he grew up and how he spends his free time.

"Thank you once again, Cas," Dean says in the doorway when it’s time for him to leave.

"Goodbye, Dean. I hope that... that things get better for you soon."

"Yeah," Dean sighs. It hurts every time his mind as much as brushes the thought of Cassie. He’s not looking forward to seeing his empty apartment. "Goodbye."

"Oh wait!" Cas stops him. Dean almost forgot about the ring still sitting snuggly on Cas’ finger. Castiel tugs at it but it won’t move past his knuckle.

"Fuck, I’m sorry, I’ll get some soap and-"

Dean wraps his hand around Castiel’s. Cas looks at him with surprise in his beautiful eyes.

"You know what? I owe you a meal at least. Let’s meet tonight. I’ll pick you up at six. You can give me the ring then."

Cas nods hesitantly. "Alright. At six."

_______

 When Dean picks him up, Castiel is still wearing the ring. He doesn’t give it back that night, too busy kissing Dean. He doesn’t give it back on their second date either because things get heated fast. He doesn´t give it back the morning after, nor the next morning or any other morning they wake up in the same bed.

________

Castiel blinks sleepily at Dean as Dean plays with his hand. "It’s been a year," Dean says, running the pad of his thumb over the stone of the ring. A year since they met. Six months since Dean moved in with Cas.

"Hmm." Cas turns to his side and nuzzles at Dean’s neck. "Maybe we should get married. It’s too late to give it back now."

With his heart beating hard, Dean wraps his arms around his boyfriend and squeezes him tight. "Yeah, we should."

"But not in Vegas. I want a proper wedding."

Dean laughs. "Of course. I can’t wait for you to turn into a bridezilla."

Cas pinches his side which makes Dean squeal and laugh. Castiel waits patiently for him to calm down before he kisses him breathless.

[navegandoaciegas]

the love you deserve II

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (fem!reader)

Word Count: almost 3k, ops

Summary: “He’s Bucky Barnes, Captain America’s best friend. He was the guy at the Triskelion, they say he’s the one who killed JFK.”

It can’t be real. Your Jaime visits and plays with lonely, sickly kids in hospitals because he remembers what it was like growing up with his asthmatic, diabetic friend Steve. Whoever this Bucky guy is, he’s not your Jaime, your Jaime could never harm a fly. Your Jaime is good, he’s compassionate. Surely your friend must be wrong.

Warnings: soft!bucky, hurt!reader, angst, fluff, lying, cheating, drug use, alcohol consumption (including mentions of underage drinking), language that Steve Rogers wouldn’t approve of.

A/N: AU where Civil War and Thanos never happen, Tony forgives Bucky and he retires. This is my very first attempt at writing in English, I’m not a native speaker, so forgive me for any mistakes :)

This is part 2, please comment and reblog and let me know what you think of it :) feedback is always appreciated! I plan on writing at least another part, maybe two.

What do you think of the reader?

Part 1

The day before

Las Vegas, Nevada

Vegas is hot and dry as hell. It’s also a lot of fun, so the movies did not lie about that at least. They did exaggerate how fun the casinos would be tho.

You’re at a pool party, sipping on a drink, silently judging the moves of the sweaty people who are dancing around you.

You just got off a facetime call with Jaime, and god you miss him and Alpine too, but life is good and you’re the happiest you’ve ever been, your best friend is getting married to the man she loves and you’re having the time of your life with your girlfriends.

“So, you’re not having cold feet, are you?” you hear Hannah question Jade.

They’re basking in the sun around you.

Jade hesitates as she douses herself in sunblock.

“I gotta say I’m kind of scared but I’ve been dreaming about this for three years, so no? I guess. I don’t know. I love him.”

“That didn’t answer the question.” you observe.

“Are you sure you’re ready to commit to one dick only for the rest of your life?” Raven asks, and you all laugh and roll your eyes playfully.

Ever the commitaphobe, just like you. Well, like you used to be before you met Jaime.

You hate rush hour after work, you hate it so much in fact that you’d rather go to your work’s gym and workout even though you’re exhausted than catch a packed train.

By the time you get to the station most people are home already.

He’s here today.

You’ve seen him quite a lot in the past few weeks. The first thing you noticed about him is the way he seems to fold in on himself, his hunched shoulders and lowered head.

His bad posture aggravates you beyond reason, and you just wish you could go there and straighten his back without looking like a weirdo. But you can’t, so you just admire from afar like the good creep you are.

He’s always wearing a baseball cap over luscious but questionably greasy hair, huge winter jackets and leather gloves; still, underneath all that it’s clear he’s handsome. You always had a thing for men built like brick houses.

Today is the day, you think, today is the day I finally strike a conversation with the guy, it’s now or never.

Truth is, the loneliness he exudes breaks your heart and the way people avoid him like he’s got the plague enrages you for no particular reason. Somehow the ever indifferent New Yorkers would rather stand on a moving train than sit next to him, and that something about that that irks you way too much.

You really don’t understand why. Sure he’s intimidating, he’s a huge man, but he’s quiet and calm and he smiles softly when he spots a dog on the train. He gets off at same stop you do and no matter how isolate the station and the streets are by the time you get home, even if you two are the only ones there, you’ve never felt uneasy.

So you go and sit next to him, you smile when he looks up in surprise and you say hi.

He stutters an ‘evening ma’am’ and you’re proud of yourself because you’ve got it in you to made the big scary guy blush like a schoolgirl.

“Not to be a creep or anything but I’ve seen you around quite a lot, we commute together almost every day.” You chuckle and you introduce yourself.

“I uhm-” he’s cute when he furrows his brows “ I’m Jame- Jaime. I’m Jaime.”

You smile at the memory.

Jaime turned out to be a lot less shy than anticipated. He was a stuttering mess on the first few dates but the more you got to know him, the more he opened up to show his true sarcastic, snarky nature, whilst still being a gentle giant and an absolute sweetheart.

He’s thoughtful, cocky and sweet at the same time. He makes you melt in a puddle whenever he snuggles Alpine on the inside of his jacket, and the rumble of his voice is enough to make your brain short circuit and your panties dampen.

“There goes that look again, you’re such a love sick fool.”

“Oh God, you should see her when she’s with her precious Jaime, they literally have heart eyes, they’re so cute together it makes me sick to my stomach.”

You laugh and shake your head at Raven’s and Jade’s teasing.

“Hey, it’s not that bad, you should have seen yourself the day you met Matt, bitch, you looked like you’d never seen a man before. I ain’t forget.” you retort.

Hannah laughs and adds “When are we going to meet mystery man? It’s not fair that Jade only to got to see him. And word on the streets is that he’s real pretty.”

“When you three learn how to behave. But I can show you a picture, just please don’t be weird about it.” you finally relent after five months of avoiding the topic.

“He’s very, very hot ladies.” Jade quips.

You send her a side glance (goodnaturedly of course) and show them how pretty your sweet boy is.

Raven’s jaw goes slack as she clutches your phone and gawks at the picture.

“Lucky bastard, he’s literally the hottest guy I’ve ever seen, where did you find him and how did you convince him to be with you of all people?”

You laugh at Raven’s blunt remarks. They playful banter between the two of you has been going on since freshman year of college.

“Now I get why you have that dumb love struck face on you at all times.” Hannah adds.

Grace tho, she’s unusually quiet, and she stares at him with a scowl on her face. Her eyes travel slowly from your phone to your face, and the anticipation to know the reason why is killing you.

“Uhm, you’re dating him? And you said his name is Jaime?” she hesitates.

Whatever is going to come out of her mouth, you already know you’re not going to like it.

“Look, maybe I’m wrong and I’m mistaking him for someone else but I’m pretty positive I’m right and, ah” Another pause, you’re about to faint. “There’s no way to break it down to you in a way that won’t hurt but” she sighs “he’s lying to you.”

Ice fills your veins. You can feel dread crawling up your spine.

Is he someone else’s boyfriend? Are you the other woman or is he cheating on you? Is he a professional scammer?

“What the hell are you talking about Gracie?” Jade almost shouts, and you’re one heartbeat away from fainting.

Grace looks at you with all the pity in the world and you want nothing more than to erase that expression from her face.

“He’s Bucky Barnes, Captain America’s best friend. He was the guy at the Triskelion, they say he’s the one who killed JFK.”

The world around you stops spinning for a second as the ring in your ears get louder. You just wish the ground could open up and swallow you whole.

All of a sudden you start laughing hysterically like she’s told the funniest joke you’ve ever heard, you laugh so ugly that a few heads turn in your direction and give you funny looks, so loud that your friends are startled and even more worried.

Jaime, your sweet baby boy who adopted a three legged blind cat no one else at the shelter wanted to save him from being euthanized.

Jaime who volunteers at the VA with his pal Sam to help war vets reintegrate in society after they get back home, because he knows what it’s like to have your life turned around, to find yourself with no commands to obey all of a sudden and more trauma than you know what to do with. He knows what it is like to know no peace, to sleep a couple hours a week until you’re hallucinating so bad you’re begging the universe to just end your suffering.

It can’t be real. Your Jaime visits and plays with lonely, sickly kids in hospitals because he remembers what it was like growing up with his asthmatic, diabetic friend Steve.

Whoever this Bucky guy is, he’s not your Jaime, your Jaime could never harm a fly.

Your Jaime is good, he’s compassionate. Surely your friend must be wrong.

He goes grocery shopping for the elderly couple next door whose kids never visit, because they are too weak, too sick, too tired to leave the house.

“I’m sorry sweetie, it’s not your fault, you couldn’t have know.”

Grace hands you a phone, open on his Wikipedia page.

Jaime’s sky-blue eyes stare back at you.

You really let him play a number on you, didn’t you?

You feel a hot surge of blinding anger and you want to tear the world apart, you want to take Jaime- no, not Jaime, James and bitch slap him in the face so damn hard you convey the humiliation you’re feeling right now, knowing that the man you love and thought you knew lied to your face for five fucking months.

Did he ever consider coming clean, revealing his true identity?

Was he ever planning on telling you? Or would he move in with you, wake up and go to bed with you every day feeding you lies upon lies?

Would you end up married to a man that doesn’t exist and have kids with a ghost?

Grow old with a guy who said he was 33 but is actually 99?

Would he never get undressed in front of you? How was he planning on hiding is metal arm? Surely one day you’d be intimate and you would see it? The whole “I want to wait cause I’m old fashioned like that” would eventually need to stop.

Or maybe it wasn’t a serious relationship at all for him, not in the way it was for you. Not in the way you wanted to spend the rest of your days loving him and making him the happiest man alive. Not in the way you were ready to commit to him, body and soul, for all eternity.

Now the endearing terms he used to call you, his babydoll, his little doll, they taste bitter on your tongue.

A doll, literally. A little toy to play with and toss aside once he got bored of his little game.

Why didn’t you tell me? Why did I have to find out like this?

It reminds you of that time in your junior year of college, you were dating this guy back then, and you liked him, he was fun, the sex was good, he supported you in your endless hours of cheer practice.

One day he told you he was sick and couldn’t make it to your afternoon study date. That same night you ran into him at a frat party with his friends. Wasn’t so sick after all.

You broke up on the spot, shed a few tears while your teammates held you and moved on with your life with your head held high, because that’s what you’ve been doing all your life no matter how many curveballs the universe throws your way.

You vividly recall what hurt the most: the feeling of being lied to and toyed with. The hot humiliation that burns your cheeks and makes your eyes water when you realized you have yet again misplaced your trust. The inevitable question that plague you for days on end: what else did he lie about? How could I be so damn stupid?

His name was Tommy, and sometimes in the following years your first instinct when a man told you anything was to obsess over whether they were being honest or not. Until Jaime, that is, you trusted Jaime with your life, you would never question him, and look where that got you.

You’re aware you’re overthinking and maybe overreacting at this point, and that wailing in your own misery while your girlfriends are out having fun in a club is doing you no good, nor is it changing your current predicament. But you never listen to the voice of reason, and you won’t start today.

The room feels too hot and too cold at the same time.

You’re sweating but your body is shaking. You’re breathing but the air you inhale won’t reach your lungs. You’re blinking your eyes frantically but you only see darkness. You hear your own heart beat out of your chest.

It seems like the room you’re in is closing down on you and there’s no space left, you’re being crushed by those walls around you, you’re drowning, you’re suffocating.

Is this what heartbreak feels like, or is it just a heart attack?

Turns out it’s a panic attack, you know because you typed your symptoms on Google.

You are painfully aware you’re spiralling out of control.

Get a grip.

All you can think about is how you want him to suffer, you want him to feel the same humiliation you’re feeling right now. You want him to feel his chest compress, his throat tighten, you want him to know what it’s like when your heart is breaking in a thousand pieces and you can’t even breathe.

You want his world to come tumbling down on him and crush him under the weight of his mistakes.

You don’t care why he did it. You don’t give a single fuck about his reasons.

Because the truth is, no matter who he was in his past life, no matter how many he killed or tortured, you would have loved him all the same. You would have carried the weight of the world on your shoulders if it meant he could sleep soundly at night.

But he didn’t give you a chance to.

And because you never fucking think before you act, you put your best dress on a join the girls at the club they’re at, and you hope the tequila is going to drown your sorrow and dull the pain burning you from within.

Tonight you don’t want to feel anymore.

Four months ago.

Brooklyn, New York.

Every morning, Bucky wakes up at 5.30 am and joins Steve Rogers on his jog around the neighborhood, and every morning without failure Bucky is grumpy about it. He hates the early mornings, especially in the winter, but he can’t find it in himself to refuse Steve anything.

Steve is smart and too observing for his own good and he knows that something has changed. He knows it in the way Bucky’s steps are louder and bouncier, his back is straighter, his smile is easier, his eyes shine brighter.

He knows it because underneath the sandalwood scent of Buck’s deodorant and the musky smell of his sweat, he can sometimes detect the less pungent fragrance of coconut and peaches.

“So, who is she?”

The question catches him off guard. Bucky stops dead in his track and looks at his friend like a deer caught in the headlights.

“What, you thought I wouldn’t notice?”

At that he has the decency to blush.

“She’s- she’s perfect. I met her on the ride home from the shelter. ‘member when we were kids, we used to dream about the future? I swore I’d get myself a pretty wife and love her for the rest of my days and have a bunch of kids?”

“Yeah, I used to tell you you’d have to stop dragging me in those god awful double dates, or else you wouldn’t get any of those pretty girls to stick around.”

The two share a bittersweet smile as they reminisce how their life could have been.

“She’s pretty, you know, she’s sweet, she’s a bit of an asshole but the good kind, she’s so damn smart, you know all those science things I used to like before the war? She knows them all. She’s an engineer. I know my Ma would have approved of her, and Becca would have died to have her as a sister.”

“So why’s that long face?”

Bucky snorts.

Of course, how could Captain America understand? People don’t avoid him like he’s got some infectious disease, they don’t give him dirty looks, girls don’t cross the street when they see him, mothers with kids on their hips don’t cover their children as if he was the Boogeyman. “She didn’t recognize me, and well I- I can’t tell her. She wouldn’t want me, and I like her too much to mess this up.”

“Buck.” Steve gives him his best stern look. “You have to tell her, she has a right to know who she’s seeing. If she’s the one she’s going to love you all the same, but don’t lie to her. These secrets can only backfire in the long run. It’s going to ruin your relationship.”

Bucky nods absentmindedly and continues running without uttering another word.

No one could ever love his true self, he thinks bitterly. No one could help him carry the weight of his past on his shoulders.

If only he had known back then how right Stevie would be, he would have told you everything four months ago.

[kenmab]

a sad and sorry defense of Mr. L*mb from Vegas ✨

as you would expect the worst person in the world (me) to typically say, i don’t........hate lamb? 

i don’t think his intentions with baz were bad (except maybe he was a lil predatory bc he never asked for baz’s age) (plus vampire dating must be weird bc like. everyone is 25 but also everyone’s been alive for 100 years so it’s hard to tell....) anyway, he saw himself in baz, back when he was a confused lil gay english vampire and had no one to tell him what to do or how to do it, and remembering how awful and scary it is to have to live in hiding. that’s how they ended up talking in the first place. when he taught him how to keep his fangs in while eating.......baz is so adorably lost and never even had the chance to know it? im really grateful for lamb for giving baz answers to things that people normally just solved with fire, for reassuring him that he isn’t a monster for existing as he is—especially with the otherness he feels from his friends and the way everyone (baz included) all talk about vampires. for baz to learn that not every bite is lethal, not every vampire is afraid to be Out, vampires can live normal lives, that vampires are thriving in their own kind of way (also the chilling fact that his family for generations are literally known for killing & driving out vampires......feels bad scoob) that’s important for his healing. even though london is still a terrifying place for a closeted vampire, at least now he can eat in front of people and not feel so afraid

all that to say........the way we (okay i personally) trusted him immediately........absolutely ridiculous. we don’t trust anyone. we aren’t supposed to trust anyone. especially not adults!! baz’s dad is loyal, but to a certain degree and certainly not when it comes to vampires. penny’s mom Will Not hesitate to throw them all in prison, whether they’re her kids or not. this has been established on multiple occasions. we don’t trust josh, who’s older than agatha & ginger, bc there’s something strange about adults who like to talk to ~younger~ adults. we don’t trust agatha’s parents, they’re kind but, only take things at face value. we have learned first hand from the mage himself that there is absolutely no adult you can trust. and we don’t trust someone we haven’t met: shepard......who are you? why are you asking so many questions? why do you know so much already? despite knowing every single one of these things, ruminating on them, internalizing them, we still meet lamb. he’s still flirty and sweet and helpful, and we still get a little drunk under his presence. we still say ‘wow fascinating...’ anytime he tells us abt his past. when he tells us the horrors of how he lives in vegas, we still want to know more. he’s just so......charismatic (we’ll never survive against vampires in real life.........well at least i won’t kshsksj) we giggle with him, lean against his shoulder, listen to his tales, let him pay for our lunch, get into his car, get irritated with the people who tell us he’s not someone we can trust. and we’re right, he is someone that we can trust, but they can’t.

lamb isn’t here for simon or penny or shepard, he very obviously has no desire for them, he’s annoyed when they’re around. even tho baz told lamb that those were his friends, lamb didn’t have a reason to care about some magicians and their random kid tag along, his only loyalty (drenched in pity & mirrors) is to baz, who is very clearly annoyed with the people who’ve broken into, and kind of destroyed, lamb’s penthouse & also tried to kill him.......(read: that one time baz tried to kill the mage but this time it’s simon trying to kill lamb..) so he doesn’t really feel all that welcoming to them, on top of the fact that he, lamb the vampire king, was abt to be killed in cold blood—does he know that baz is not going to be murdered in cold blood by his own friends when he goes back to the homophobic mother england? (which, spoiler alert: they won’t) he doesn’t know. their first impression didn’t really help him gain their trust, and all he felt was sorry for baz after learning about the way he lived, thinking about the way he had to live before he emmigrated. maybe im just forgiving but, i don’t think he really understood how his tunnel vision on helping baz just ended up hurting him—all the way until the end he helped him fight to save his friends, but then still asked him to leave them behind. he still can’t imagine that a vampire & a mage can live in harmony, and his old way of thinking sabotaged something they could’ve had. (which suuuuuucks) (no pun intended) (but could you imagine baz in london calling lamb in a “okay uhhhhh what do i do” kind of panic since he seems to do that? he called fiona but she didn’t answer)

anyway im not excusing lamb in the slightest, but instead of angry i felt let down by him. being let down again and again by the people who should be protecting (and listening!!!) to you is exhausting, but just so.........expected. i have this overall feeling of “i should’ve known it was too good to be true” instead of a “aahh fuck i can’t believe you’ve done this” bc this is a lesson we’ve already been taught. we were so wary of shepard, how did we (i) let our guard down so easily? why did we trust him like that? rainbow rowell is an evil genius

[shadowhunterwizard]

I am so done with the United States of America! And I am so done with this past year! (note: this is just about events that directly impacted my life this past year) (a rant, by me)

• so in the summer right after 3rd grade (to give you perspective, I just finished 9th grade), my father (who was abusive to my mom and also a horrible parent) left and abandoned my family, leaving my mom to take care of me and my sister. Then, in 6th grade, he suddenly started a whole court thing trying to get partial custody of me and my sister (at least I think it was sudden, but since we were so young, my mom never really told told us every detail). After months of hell, the judge decided that we had to have like 12 or so monitored visits with him, one every week. The reason those visits stopped was because he went to a beach party and overdosed on drugs and was taken to the ICU, and my mom (thankfully) put her foot down on visiting him there. We thought it was all over and we were untroubled by him for the next few years. Now this is all background to show that he is a horrible person (even though it barely even scratches the surface) and that he put us through that hell. Then, almost a year ago we received an official court order that said that he was taking us to court AGAIN for partial custody over me and my sister. Now his terms were that we would have to live with him on weekends, every Jewish holiday (he claims he’s Jewish, my mom is Christian, and I am an atheist), every spring break, and every other winter break. Oh, by the way, he lives in Las Vegas (a different state than us). So that would make us travel to another state very free period we have except for summers and every other winter. So we fought against him in court; fortunately, this time me and my sister didn’t have to miss school and go to the courthouse (instead we had a wonderful childrens’ attorney). It put so much stress on us, but we powered through it and we won; the judge said that my father will never bother us again.

• we live in Southern California, and there were a bunch of wildfires last year that were pretty close to home. One was so close that we actually had to evacuate and go to a fire shelter at the nearby community college. Looking back on it, it wasn’t too bad, but it was very scary at the time.

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

• then, about a month after the last threatening (for us) fire was one of the worst things of this past horrible year. On November 14th, 2019, at about 7:35 16-year-old Nathaniel Berhow opened fire on the quad of my high school, Saugus High. He shot 5 people plus himself. 14-year-old Dominic Blackwell and 15-year-old Gracie Anne Muehlberger were killed, as well as Berhow. I was in band that day, and we were independently practicing for auditions taking place the next week for concert season. I (a percussionist) was practicing timpani (a deep big drum) and I was at a really loud part of the music when I noticed everyone suddenly became silent. At the same time, my sister (who was near me) shot me a scared look that I to mean to stop playing. Then I noticed a clarinet girl (I later found out that she was outside when the shooting started and ran into the band room to warn us) with a horrified look on her face. My sister said that there were gunshots. I was in such a deep shock that I put away my timpani mallets before following into the band director’s office. We (a smallish group of people, and the band director himself - the rest of the band hid in the adjoining music library and other practice rooms) stayed in that office for what felt like hours, and I thought I met hearing gunshots, but they must have been something else because the shooting lasted only 16 seconds. Sixteen seconds. That’s all it took for 3 people to be killed, and for me to develop a jumpiness whenever I hear so much as a small pop. Sixteen goddamm seconds. TRIGGER WARNING OVER ⚠️ ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️

• a few days before my family received the court order for the father that abandoned us, we also received a notice that our house, the only home I’ve ever known, was going to be forclosed on. A year after the first court ordeal with my father, my mom’s job at a hospital as the head psychologist was eliminated and she was layed off. She tried so much throughout the years to get another job, but she just couldn’t get one. And so our house was foreclosed. After the school shooting, our school had a week off, plus Thanksgiving break immediately after; so 2 weeks away. While most students probably used that time to heal and hang out with friends, my family had to have a big house sale to sell our stuff. After that, we tried listing our big furniture and other things we couldn’t keep on various apps. We also donated as much as we could. Meanwhile, my mom did the best she could to keep delaying the foreclosure date. Then, in late February, we got a notice that said that we absolutely had to move out by March 4th. Me and my sister missed a bunch of school days (I know a lot people would love this, but I love school and always hate when I have to miss it) so that we could go looking for apartments. We finally found an apartment that is as cheap as we could find in this extremely expensive city and that also accepts people with foreclosures. The only problem was that the unit wasn’t available until the 11th. So we had to rent storage units to put all of our stuff and stay in a crappy motel for a week. On March 11th, we finally moved in to our small apartment (we missed school again). We were so busy that we didn’t realize until we were going to get takeout for dinner that that was our dog’s birthday, and that we didn’t celebrate how we also had in the past, and hopefully will in the future.

• then, the COVID-19 pandemic hit, making our live in our new, tiny, WiFi-less (at first) apartment. Although we are bored out of our minds, what bothers us it that 10 days after we were supposed to move out of our house, California lawmakers decreed that there would be no foreclosures until after the pandemic. If we were able to stay TEN more days, we would have been able to keep our house for another few months.

Now, I did not write this rant about this past year for sympathy or pity or attention or anything else. I wrote it because there are so many things wrong with this country and the political leaders (a certain one in particular...) that I believe were highlighted in this last horrible year. We have some leaders in this country that believe that climate change is fake, or a hoax, or whatever else they call it. It isn’t fake!! It is actually happening and causing more destruction, like the fires SoCal and Australia experienced last year. People who ignore science should not be leading our country, or anything at all!! Also, guns aren’t needed! People are taking guns that a lot of the time they can legally buy and use them to kill people. The solution isn’t to have more guns out, it is having MUCH less guns, and in the hands of people who have undergone background checks and tests to make sure that they are to be trusted with them. We aren’t even saying we should take away all guns, to uphold your precious Second Ammendment!! And this stupid economical system is TORTURE to so many people. Capitalists think that making money is better than giving people the necessary elements of living - water, food, and shelter. People who value money over other people’s f***ing livelihoods have no human decency whatsoever and should just leave this country. Preferably to the bottom of the ocean.

Thanks for reading my early morning rant that I did not proofread, and... yeah

[ask-melitta-rilow-blog]

Stars and Galaxies! :)

*claps vigorously* You really know how to spoil a girl who loves oversharing, Ernst

Stars: Experiences

Sun: Have you ever had alcohol? So far, only communion wine, which I’m not a fan of, but I feel like the longer I hang around you-all (read: Ilse), the more likely it is to happen.

Sirius: Have you ever failed a class? Not yet.

Rigel: Have you ever gone on a rollercoaster? I have! I love them!

Deneb: Have you ever been out of your home country? Just once, but I sadly don’t remember much, because that was the vacation right after I learned that Frederick’s name wasn’t Frederick. So that trip for me is one big blur of mortification. You’ll have to ask @ask-hanschen-rilow where we went; I don’t even remember.

Arcturus: Have you cried out of something other than sadness? I have. I cry when I’m frustrated and overwhelmed, and if the ending of a movie or book is that right kind of happy, where everything works out but there’s a little bit of sadness because a character died or learned a valuable lesson or whatever.

Betelgeuse: What’s something you can never forget about? I’m going to go the sappy route instead of the embarrassing route and say the day that Hansi, Jr. was born. It was a wild ride that ended in the best possible way, and it started the trend of Wendla being a better mom than I could ever be.

Aldebaran: What’s something you care desperately about? My friends and family

Canopus: Have you ever broken a bone? Not yet, surprisingly.

Bellatrix: Have you ever been forced to lie/keep a secret? I haven’t been forced to, but I’ve been asked to, and I’m a good secret-keeper, thank you very much, so that’s the only information you’ll get.

Alphard: Have you ever lost a friend?I don’t know whether you mean the friend died or we just grew apart, so I’ll answer both. None of my friends have died (thank God), but I had a few friends from when I was really little with whom I’m not friends anymore, just because we grew apart or we grew up and they grew into terrible people, depending.

Vega: What’s something you’ve done that you wish you hadn’t? So many things. There are days when I regret piercing my nose, but not a day goes by that I don’t regret calling Georg Frederick. And now that I’ve brought it up he won’t let me live it down. What have I done

Galaxies: Love/Friends  

Milky Way: Who’s your oldest friend? If you mean oldest as in eldest, then I have no idea. If you mean oldest as in longest, then I also have no idea. A lot of my friendships with you guys started almost at the exact same times, and I know that Hanschen and most of his classmates are older than I am, but I don’t know who among them is oldest. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Andromeda: Do you consider yourself social? Not really, but I’m not averse to a good party now and then.

Black Eye Galaxy: Do you believe in love at first sight? That’s what we call infatuation, kids.

Cartwheel Galaxy: When was your first kiss? May or may not have been at the winter dance

Cigar Galaxy: How’s your flirting skills? What flirting skills?

Comet Galaxy: Have you ever had to leave a relationship because someone changed too much? I haven’t had a relationship yet. People are scary.

Pinwheel Galaxy: Would you date the last person you talked to? If we’re counting this ask as talking to someone, then I would absolutely date Ernst if he weren’t in an adorable relationship with my brother. And. You know. If he wanted to date me. Dating is a two-way thing, y’all.

Sombrero Galaxy: Do you have a crush right now? Maaaaayyybe

Bode’s Galaxy: Have you ever had a secret admirer? If I have, then they’ve been very good at the ‘secret’ part of their job.

Sunflower Galaxy: Would you date/make friends with someone out of pity? Maybe not pity for who they are so much as my innate inability to say ‘no.’ (Before you ask, there are situations where I’m perfectly comfortable saying no and not feeling bad, like to really dangerous stuff, but for things like friendships and dating, it’s harder)

Tadpole Galaxy: Would you deny a relationship/friendship? See above; it’d be hard if I can tell that I’m not in danger. But if there are red flags, I’m usually pretty good at picking up on them and shutting the relationship (romantic or platonic) down.

Whirlpool Galaxy: Have you ever cried over a breakup? I haven’t had a breakup yet, so we’ll see. But I’m afraid I’m probably the sort to cry over a breakup.

Thanks, Ernst!

Love,Melitta

[thegoddessofthestars]

Who Still Shows Up on Their First Day of Work Anymore, Anyway?

(A piece I wrote for the Mall Au)

Rose Williams, (just for those who didn’t already know), the 18 year old Dominican Jamaican who dropped out of college inn her sophomore year; the one with brown and bright, yet dark eyes and the cute tooth gapped smile and the voluptuous dark locks, which were currently falling over her rather clear face; the one who sniggles at horrible jokes, snores lightly, laid out lazily on her twin bed in an equally as small and crowded, yet big and organized room. She still slept in the same pose and had the same breathing pattern that she had unconsciously developed sometime during the 7th grade when Britney Vega made fun of her for ‘sleeping like a Gorrila’ during a sleepover she had earned a pity invite to; quietly and as gracefully as a girl can.

The plain cream walls were adorned with posters of various celebrities and photographs of the young woman all around the room as well, each depicting a time before some type of outrageous and somewhat illegal activity ensued or right after they did. There is one polaroid above her bed, held there by tape, of a time during one of these adventures. She holds the camera, effectively capturing her friends jumping across a threshold of two neighboring buildings, her face from the node up being shown. Her hair was straight then, it was a different time. But not a different Rose. It couldn’t have been any later than 10 am and everything was right in the world. Everything was preserved perfectly in the stillness of–

“Rose!” The door to the mixed race girl slammed opened with enough force to banish Satan himself from the world, or in this case, the angels of rest from Rose’s body, prompting her to push herself up on her palms, turning her head towards her door, hair still eclipsing her face. Her mother, a 40 year robust, but chunky Dominican with shortened straightened burgundy and brown hair who, too, had brown intense eyes and an ugly laugh, stood in the door way, dressed to leave, looking angrier than a rabid chihuahua who just wanted to go outside.

“Why aren’t you up yet? She asks as Rose simply yawns and shamelessly shrugs her shoulders. "Get up and get ready, you’re going to be late! You have a job now, pendejo, you can’t afford to be late.” The woman then promptly exited the room, slamming the door closed as if her presence wasn’t enough to wake the poor girl. She stands a moment later, stretching in such a way that her shoulder, elbows, and spinal column erupted in a series of tiny pops before following the same ritual with her legs. She looks to her dresser, as she did almost everyday she’d wake up in this room before raiding it like a fat kid with a stack of singles in a candy store, pulling a white shirt, monochrome shorts and some socks. She throws them on quickly, happy she decided to shower last night, though she did all around hate the idea of doing so.

She checks her phone to see just how badly she’d done herself. Rose could recall every time in her decade and some change life span that she put an alarm on, including the time from last night when she did. She double and tripled checked that she had done so. What had done her in that morning was not the lack of the alarm but the lack of noise that left her phone. The ringer. The traitorous ringer had not been on. She stares at the top section of her phone at the digitally displayed speaker with a slash through it in anguish as she remembers the point in time when she had tapped the button to turn the ringer on before looking down, about mid way, to the time. In big, bold, mocking letters, the clock read '9:50’. Rose’s brown eyes widened in shock as the synapses in her brain snapped and popped as she remembered the time written in the email; the time she was supposed to report for opening was 9:00. The store was supposed to open at 10:00

“Shit!” She exclaims, now out in the hallway and scrambling to the bathroom in a still quasi-sleeping stupor. “Watch your motherfucking mouth, I’m not gonna keep telling you!” Her mother yells just as Rose slammed the bathroom door closed.The amount of focus Rose possessed just then tripled and then quadropuled as she seemed to gain access to more than 10% of her brain.

Cabinet, open. Toothpaste, grab. Look, cup. Toothbrush, grab. Toothpaste, open. Toothpaste, queeze. Toothbrush, catch. Cold water, on. Brush, teeth.

She looks into the mirror and was met with determined eyes, the same eyes that witnessed a myriad of things she’d never be able to tell.

Toothpaste, spit. Hands, water. Water, mouth. Mouth, swish. Mouth, spit.

She turns to the cabinet above the toilet and advances it, relishing in the taste of blood in her mouth. You could’t tell her she didn’t brush her teeth adequately this morning.Cabinet, open.

Washcloth, grab.

She turns around again and slides back in place behind the sink. There was a steady intensity increasing as she felt her heart beating in time to the war drums in her mind.

Cold water, off. Hot water, on. Wash cloth, wet.

The cloth is on her face, steaming in the mirror as she, again, peers into her own soul, scrubbing a night’s sleep away from her face quickly and quietly. Her brain slows again and she backs away, nodding at herself, grabbing a handful of scrunchies with one hand and balling up the cloth with the other. On her way out of the rocked bathroom, she shoots the rag and makes it into the hamper in the corner, as usual.

She dips back into her room and grabs a brush, her wallet, her phone and her name tag before dipping out at the speed of sound. Her mother, upon seeing her come out of the room, grabs her arm, as though she was six and didn’t know how to walk, and basically drags her out of the apartment. If no one knew the two any better, they’d label it as a kidnapping with the amount of force and speed Rose’s mother brought her out and to the car. The car locks click and both women get in smoothly, pulling of just as smoothly. The radio was on and blasting a smooth 70’s styled song.

Rose smooths her hair out of her face with her hand before bringing the brush to it. She caught some naps here and there but, smoothed things out before smoothly capturing the beastly, but amazing, hair into two twin buns. She relishes how her face looks on that particular day. She looked pretty ador–.

Of course. As if her hair had become birds in a now opened cage, the hairs in the front of her head sprung free and down into her face, taunting her. Rose tries to tuck her hair back but, again and again, and again, the hair just came back out. The darkskinned girl sighs and just rolls with hit. Without even looking to her mother, Rose could already feel her mother staring a hole in her face. She takes a deep breath and closes her eyes. “What is it, mama?” She asks, as though she didn;t already know the answer. Her mother took this as an invitation and begins to chastise Rose for all of her hair decisions.

When she was 15, well technically 14, Rose had saved up money from whatever she had left over from the day, and ran down to her local barber shop and got a hair cut to a scary length, commonly known among the African American hair community as the big chop. Everybody and their moms, dads, sisters, brothers, and cousins, first and second removed, had asked her why and she simply said because she knew it could be better. She didn’t regret it either. Her hair was badly damaged before and now it was flourishing like a beautiful flower. Her mother hated it because she knew she was taking after her sister, who had done the same and stopped 'killing’ her hair, or that’s how Rose and her sister called it.

Rose’s mother, though she was full Dominican, was more invested in gentrification and the assimilation of the American culture, which dictated, for the most part that straightened hair was in and would always be. And so now, she was going on a rant, as she always did, about how 'unruly’ Rose’s 'mop’ was. The younger woman looked out of her window and remembered why she was up, in the car with her hair hating mother.The mall had always been a safe haven for her. As she looks out at the zooming streets, she’d remembered vividly all of the times she’d been there with her three friends to wait out her mother, who had to work on the other side of town, whenever she’d get in trouble. It was where she’s had her first kiss and dumped that same pair of lips. This was the very same mall where she’d broken down in front of her friends when she received notice that she’d be staying wither mother rather than her father, who now lived in Southern California and the first place she’d gone when she had runaway from home. It was also the same place where she’d first been reprimanded for running away. And now it would her first actual, non-part-time, job.All this is to say, really, that the mall was more of a home than her current and past home were homes. And she loved it more than anything.

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• A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge. – Thomas Carlyle • A man is lucky if he is the first love of a woman. A woman is lucky if she is the last love of a man. – Charles Dickens • A man who loves you the most is the man who tells you the most truth about yourself. – Robert Murray M’Cheyne • A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love. – William Butler Yeats • A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea. – Honore de Balzac • A woman’s heart should be so hidden in God that a man has to seek Him just to find her. – Max Lucado • Alcohol may be man’s worst enemy, but the bible says love your enemy. – Frank Sinatra • All you need is love. – John Lennon • And next time you’re planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders. – Cassandra Clare • Anyone can love a rose, but it takes a lot to love a leaf. – Tom Flynn • Anyone who is in love is making love the whole time, even when they’re not. When two bodies meet, it is just the cup overflowing. They can stay together for hours, even days. They begin the dance one day and finish it the next, or – such is the pleasure they experience – they may never finish it. No eleven minutes for them. – Paulo Coelho • As her father had so often said… Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live. – Sherrilyn Kenyon • Ask not of me, love, what is love? Ask what is good of God above; Ask of the great sun what is light; Ask what is darkness of the night; Ask sin of what may be forgiven; Ask what is happiness of heaven; Ask what is folly of the crowd; Ask what is fashion of the shroud; Ask what is sweetness of thy kiss; Ask of thyself what beauty is. – Philip James Bailey

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Cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts. For out of them will grow all delightful conditions, all heavenly environment, of these, if you but remain true to them, your world will at last be built. – James Allen • Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields. – Christopher Marlowe • Come out of the circle of time And into the circle of love. – Rumi • Do you love me because I’m beautiful, or am I beautiful because you love me? – Oscar Hammerstein II • Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it’s cracked up to be. That’s why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don’t risk anything, you risk even more. – Erica Jong • Don’t speak to me about your religion; first show it to me in how you treat other people. Don’t tell me how much you love your God; show me in how much you love all God’s children. Don’t preach to me your passion for your faith; teach me through your compassion for your neighbors. In the end, I’m not as interested in what you have to tell or sell as I am in how you choose to live and give. – Cory Booker • Don’t waste your love on somebody, who doesn’t value it. – William Shakespeare • Eternity is in love with the productions of time. – William Blake • Eve was not taken out of Adam’s head to top him, neither out of his feet to be trampled on by him, but out of his side to be equal with him, under his arm to be protected by him, and near his heart to be loved by him. – Matthew Henry • Faith makes all things possible… love makes all things easy. – Dwight L. Moody • For above all, love is a sharing. Love is a power. Love is a change that takes place in our own heart. Sometimes it may change others, but always it changes us. – James Dillet Freeman • For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it. – Ivan Panin • For love is immortality. – Emily Dickinson • For those who love… time is eternity. – Henry Van Dyke • For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love. – George Eliot • Gamble everything for love, if you’re a true human being. – Rumi • Gifts of time and love are surely the basic ingredients of a truly merry Christmas. – Peg Bracken • Girls we love for what they are; young men for what they promise to be. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe • Harmony is pure love, for love is a concerto. – Lope de Vega • Hate the sin, love the sinner. – Mahatma Gandhi • Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it. – Martin Luther King, Jr. • I am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love. – William Blake • I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough. – Nicholas Sparks • I fell in love with her when we were together, then fell deeper in love with her in the years we were apart. – Nicholas Sparks • I finally understood what true love meant…love meant that you care for another person’s happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be. – Nicholas Sparks • I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved. – George Eliot • I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything. – F. Scott Fitzgerald • I love that feeling of being in love, the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special. – Jennifer Aniston • I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in. – George Washington Carver • I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else. – Jonathan Safran Foer • I love you because I love you, because it would be impossible not to love you. I love you without question, without calculation, without reason good or bad, faithfully, with all my heart and soul, and every faculty. – Juliette Drouet • I love you for the part of me that you bring out. – Elizabeth Barrett Browning • I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you – Roy Croft • I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close. – Pablo Neruda • I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love. – Henry Ward Beecher • I really don’t know what “I love you” means. I think it means “Don’t leave me here alone. – Neil Gaiman • I see love in black and white. Passion in shades of “gris”. But when it comes to you and I, color is all I see. – Lady Gaga • I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can play together all night. – Bill Watterson • I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong. – Haruki Murakami • I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty… you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. – J. D. Salinger • I was born when you kissed me. I died when you left me. I lived a few weeks while you loved me. – Humphrey Bogart • I will greet this day with love in my heart. And how will I do this? Henceforth will I look on all things with love and be born again. I will love the sun for it warms my bones; yet I will love the rain for it cleanses my spirit. I will love the light for it shows me the way; yet I will love the darkness for it shows me the stars. I will welcome happiness as it enlarges my heart; yet I will endure sadness for it opens my soul. I will acknowledge rewards for they are my due; yet I will welcome obstacles for they are my challenge. – Og Mandino • If a person loves only one other person and is indifferent to all others, his love is not love but a symbiotic attachment, or an enlarged egotism. – Erich Fromm • If everybody loves you, something is wrong. Find at least one enemy to keep you alert. – Paulo Coelho • If I could be anything in the world I would want to be a teardrop because I would be born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips. – Mary, Queen of Scots • If I know what love is, it is because of you. – Hermann Hesse • If I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day, if you eat my mouth like a mystical rose with powers of healing and damnation, If I confess that your body is the only civilization I long to experience… would it mean that we are close to knowing something about love? – Aberjhani • If it is your time, love will track you down like a cruise missile. – Lynda Barry • If love is the soul of Christian existence, it must be at the heart of every other Christian virtue. Thus, for example, justice without love is legalism; faith without love is ideology; hope without love is self-centeredness; forgiveness without love is self-abasement; fortitude without love is recklessness; generosity without love is extravagance; care without love is mere duty; fidelity without love is servitude. Every virtue is an expression of love. No virtue is really a virtue unless it is permeated, or informed, by love. – Richard Rohr • If my love were an ocean, there would be no more land. If my love were a desert, you would see only sand. If my love were a star- late at night, only light. And if my love could grow wings, I’d be soaring in flight. – Jay Asher • If somebody says, “I love you,” to me, I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol-holder requires? “I love you, too.” – Kurt Vonnegut • If you find someone you love in your life, then hang on to that love. – Princess Diana • If you judge people, you have no time to love them. – Mother Teresa • If you keep in mind that love and love alone is the reason for living, it will calm your heart and free you from your worries. – Harold Klemp • If you love deeply, you’re going to get hurt badly. But it’s still worth it. – C. S. Lewis • If you love something let it go free. If it doesn’t come back, you never had it. If it comes back, love it forever. – Douglas Horton • If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love. – George Orwell • If you want a love message to be heard, it has got to be sent out. To keep a lamp burning, we have to keep putting oil in it. – Mother Teresa • I’m tired of love; I’m still more tired of rhyme; but money gives me pleasure all the time. – Hilaire Belloc • Immature love says: ‘I love you because I need you.’ Mature love says ‘I need you because I love you.’ – Erich Fromm • In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world, there is no love for you like mine. – Maya Angelou • In real life, love has to be possible. Even if it is not returned right away, love can only survive when the hope exists that you will be able to win over the person you desire. – Paulo Coelho • It is love, not reason, that is stronger than death. – Thomas Mann • It is not that love is blind. It is that love sees with a painter’s eye, finding the essence that renders all else background. – Robert Breault • It is sad not to love, but it is much sadder not to be able to love. – Miguel de Unamuno • It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal. – E. M. Forster • It seems everyone’s so worried about getting hurt that they forget about letting love happen. – Carlos Salinas • I’ve only been in love with a beer bottle and a mirror. – Sid Vicious • Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead. The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and a richness to life that nothing else can bring. – Oscar Wilde • Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live. – Johnny Depp • Let choice whisper in your ear and love murmur in your heart. Be ready. Here comes life. – Maya Angelou • Life and love are life and love, a bunch of violets is a bunch of violets, and to drag in the idea of a point is to ruin everything. Live and let live, love and let love, flower and fade, and follow the natural curve, which flows on, pointless. – D. H. Lawrence • Life began after I fell in love with you – Brad Hodge • Life is short. Kiss slowly, laugh insanely, love truly and forgive quickly – Paulo Coelho • Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. – Mitch Albom • Love alone is capable of uniting living beings in such a way as to complete and fulfill them, for it alone takes them and joins them by what is deepest in themselves. – Pierre Teilhard de Chardin • Love and desire are the spirit’s wings to great deeds. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe • Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop. – Saint Augustine • Love feels no burden, regards not labors, strives toward more than it attains, argues not of impossibility, since it believes that it may and can do all things. – Thomas a Kempis • Love grows by giving. The love we give away is the only love we keep. The only way to retain love is to give it away. – Elbert Hubbard • Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you. – Bob Marley • Love him and let him love you. Do you think anything else under heaven really matters? – James A. Baldwin • Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. – William Shakespeare • Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other. – Euripides • Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself. – Leo Buscaglia • Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it. – Rabindranath Tagore • Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition. – Alexander Smith • Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies. – Aristotle • Love is fed by the imagination, by which we become wiser than we know, better than we feel, nobler than we are: by which we can see life as a whole, by which and by which alone we can understand others in their real and their ideal relation. Only what is fine, and finely conceived can feed love. But anything will feed hate. – Oscar Wilde • Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. – Ann Landers • Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source. – Leo Tolstoy • Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives it meaning. – Paulo Coelho • Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone. Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source. – Leo Tolstoy • Love is like the measles; we all have to go through it. – Jerome K. Jerome • Love is like the wind, you can’t see it but you can feel it. – Nicholas Sparks • Love is not a because, it’s a no matter what. – Jodi Picoult • Love is not a business. It’s not a transaction. It’s not an exchange or something you get for doing something it’s not a trade. It’s a gift! – Tony Robbins • Love is not in our choice but in our fate. – John Dryden • Love is not the absence of logic but logic examined and recalculated heated and curved to fit inside the contours of the heart. – Tammara Webber • Love Is Stronger Than Pride – Marquis de Sade • Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own. – Robert A. Heinlein • Love is the answer, and you know that for sure; Love is a flower, you’ve got to let it grow. – John Lennon • Love is the crowning grace of humanity, the holiest right of the soul, the golden link which binds us to duty and truth, the redeeming principle that chiefly reconciles the heart to life, and is prophetic of eternal good. – Petrarch • Love is the expression of the one who loves, not of the one who is loved. Those who think they can love only the people they prefer do not love at all. Love discovers truths about individuals that others cannot see – Soren Kierkegaard • Love is the only flower that grows and blossoms without the aid of the seasons – Khalil Gibran • Love is the only reality and it is not a mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation. – Rabindranath Tagore • Love is the river of life in this world. – Henry Ward Beecher • Love is the symbol of eternity. – Madame de Stael • Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star. – e. e. cummings • Love is when you don’t have to be with another person to touch their heart! – Torquato Tasso • Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself. – Andre Breton • Love isn’t something you find. Love is something that finds you. – Loretta Young • Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. – William Shakespeare • Love loves to love love. – James Joyce • Love means to commit oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love in the loved person. Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love. – Erich Fromm • Love must be as much a light as it is a flame. – Henry David Thoreau • Love sacrifices all things to bless the thing it loves. – Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton • Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine. – Christina Rossetti • Love should be a tree whose roots are deep in the earth, but whose branches extend into heaven. – Bertrand Russell • LOVE, n. A temporary insanity curable by marriage or by removal of the patient from the influences under which he incurred the disorder. – Ambrose Bierce • My heart is, and always will be, yours. – Jane Austen • Nothing can be loved or hated unless it is first known. – Leonardo da Vinci • One makes mistakes; that is life. But it is never a mistake to have loved. – Romain Rolland • Only the really plain people know about love – the very fascinating ones try so hard to create an impression that they soon exhaust their talents. – Katharine Hepburn • Paradise is always where love dwells. – Jean Paul • Passion makes the world go round. Love just makes it a safer place. – Ice T • Reason is powerless in the expression of Love. – Rumi • Relationships become rocky when men and women fail to acknowledge they are biologically different and when each expects the other to live up to their expectations. Much of the stress we experience in relationships comes from the false belief that men and women are now the same and have the same priorities, drives and desires – Barbara Pease • Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other. – Dalai Lama • Respect was invented to cover the empty place where love should be. – Leo Tolstoy • Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips. – Percy Bysshe Shelley • Take love when love is given. – Sara Teasdale • The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh. – Rumi • The giving of love and understanding is an education in itself. – Eleanor Roosevelt • The greatest pleasure of life is love. – Euripides • The greatest weakness of most humans is their hesitancy to tell others how much they love them while they’re alive. – Orlando Aloysius Battista • The love that lasts longest is the love that is never returned. – W. Somerset Maugham • The more we love our friends, the less we flatter them; it is by excusing nothing that pure love shows itself. – Moliere • The most precious gift we can offer anyone is our attention. When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers. – Nhat Hanh • The most wonderful of all things in life is the discovery of another human being with whom one’s relationship has a growing depth, beauty and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing; it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. It is a sort of divine accident, and the most wonderful of all things in life. – Hugh Walpole • The only measure of your worth and your deeds will be the love you leave behind when you’re gone. – Fred Small • The only victory over love is flight. – Napoleon Bonaparte • The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound. – Maureen Duffy • The simple lack of her is more to me than others’ presence. – Edward Thomas • The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer. – Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. • The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved. – Victor Hugo • The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love. – Jean de la Bruyere • The things that we love tell us what we are. – Thomas Aquinas • There is love of course. And then there’s life, its enemy. – Jean Anouilh • There is no difficulty that enough love will not conquer. – Emmet Fox • There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved. – George Sand • There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations. – Francois de La Rochefoucauld • They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love. – William Shakespeare • This is the true measure of love, When we believe that we alone can love, That no one could ever have loved so before us, And that no one will ever love in the same way after us. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe • This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected–in so far as it could be a matter of conscious awareness; it took entire possession of him, and he understood, with joyous amazement, that this was for life. – Thomas Mann • Those who have never known the deep intimacy and the intense companionship of happy mutual love have missed the best thing that life has to give. – Bertrand Russell • Till I loved I never lived. – Emily Dickinson • Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity. – Henry Van Dyke • To love someone is nothing, to be loved by someone is something, to love someone who loves you is everything. – Bill Russell • Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists… When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence. – Edmond de Goncourt • True love begins when nothing is looked for in return. – Antoine de Saint-Exupery • True love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does. – Torquato Tasso • True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked. – Erich Segal • True love doesn’t come to you it has to be inside you. – Julia Roberts • True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen. – Francois de La Rochefoucauld • Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward. – e. e. cummings • We are born to love, we live to love, and we will die to love still more. – Saint Joseph • We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another. – Luciano De Crescenzo • We are shaped and fashioned by what we love – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe • We come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly. – Sam Keen • We don’t need to explain our love. We only need to show it. – Paulo Coelho • We fell in love despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. – Nicholas Sparks • We loved with a love that was more than love. – Edgar Allan Poe • We never know the love of the parent for the child till we become parents. – Henry Ward Beecher • We pardon to the extent that we love. – Francois de La Rochefoucauld • We picture love as heart-shaped because we do not know the shape of the soul. – Robert Breault • We shouldn’t pray for a lighter load to carry but a stronger back to endure! Then the world will see that God is with us, empowering us to live in a way that reflects his love and power. – Brother Yun • We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love. – Tom Robbins • We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness — and call it love — true love. – Robert Fulghum • Well-ordered self-love is right and natural. – Thomas Aquinas • When I saw you I fell in love. And you smiled because you knew. – Arrigo Boito • When I say it’s you I like, I’m talking about that part of you that knows that life is far more than anything you can ever see or hear or touch. That deep part of you that allows you to stand for those things without which humankind cannot survive. Love that conquers hate, peace that rises triumphant over war, and justice that proves more powerful than greed. – Fred Rogers • When love is not madness, it is not love. – Pedro Calderon de la Barca • When we feel love and kindness toward others, it not only makes others feel loved and cared for, but it helps us also to develop inner happiness and peace. – Dalai Lama • When we first met, I didn’t want to get involved with anyone. I didn’t have the time or energy, and I wasn’t sure that I was ready for it. But you were so good to me, and I got swept up in that. And little by little, I found myself falling in love with you. – Nicholas Sparks • When you love someone, you love the person as they are, and not as you’d like them to be. – Leo Tolstoy • When you trip over love, it is easy to get up. But when you fall in love, it is impossible to stand again. – Albert Einstein • Will you love me in December as you do in May, Will you love me in the good old fashioned way? When my hair has all turned gray, Will you kiss me then and say, That you love me in December as you do in May? – Jimmy Walker • Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire with angels shared, by Allah given to lift from earth our low desire. – Lord Byron • You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving. – Robert Louis Stevenson • You can’t blame gravity for falling in love. – Albert Einstein • You know it’s love when all you want is that person to be happy, even if you’re not part of their happiness. – Julia Roberts • You know what I am going to say. I love you. What other men may mean when they use that expression, I cannot tell; what I mean is, that I am under the influence of some tremendous attraction which I have resisted in vain, and which overmasters me. – Charles Dickens • You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams. – Dr. Seuss • You will soon break the bow if you keep it always stretched. – Norman Vincent Peale • Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable. – Henry Ward Beecher • Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. – Steve Jobs

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• A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge. – Thomas Carlyle • A man is lucky if he is the first love of a woman. A woman is lucky if she is the last love of a man. – Charles Dickens • A man who loves you the most is the man who tells you the most truth about yourself. – Robert Murray M’Cheyne • A pity beyond all telling is hid in the heart of love. – William Butler Yeats • A woman knows the face of the man she loves as a sailor knows the open sea. – Honore de Balzac • A woman’s heart should be so hidden in God that a man has to seek Him just to find her. – Max Lucado • Alcohol may be man’s worst enemy, but the bible says love your enemy. – Frank Sinatra • All you need is love. – John Lennon • And next time you’re planning to injure yourself to get me attention, just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders. – Cassandra Clare • Anyone can love a rose, but it takes a lot to love a leaf. – Tom Flynn • Anyone who is in love is making love the whole time, even when they’re not. When two bodies meet, it is just the cup overflowing. They can stay together for hours, even days. They begin the dance one day and finish it the next, or – such is the pleasure they experience – they may never finish it. No eleven minutes for them. – Paulo Coelho • As her father had so often said… Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live. – Sherrilyn Kenyon • Ask not of me, love, what is love? Ask what is good of God above; Ask of the great sun what is light; Ask what is darkness of the night; Ask sin of what may be forgiven; Ask what is happiness of heaven; Ask what is folly of the crowd; Ask what is fashion of the shroud; Ask what is sweetness of thy kiss; Ask of thyself what beauty is. – Philip James Bailey

jQuery(document).ready(function($) var data = action: 'polyxgo_products_search', type: 'Product', keywords: '1', orderby: 'rand', order: 'DESC', template: '1', limit: '68', columns: '4', viewall:'Shop All', ; jQuery.post(spyr_params.ajaxurl,data, function(response) var obj = jQuery.parseJSON(response); jQuery('#thelovesof_1').html(obj); jQuery('#thelovesof_1 img.swiper-lazy:not(.swiper-lazy-loaded)' ).each(function () var img = jQuery(this); img.attr("src",img.data('src')); img.addClass( 'swiper-lazy-loaded' ); img.removeAttr('data-src'); ); ); ); • Beginnings are usually scary, and endings are usually sad, but its everything in between that makes it all worth living. – Bob Marley • Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. – Laozi • Can miles truly separate you from friends… If you want to be with someone you love, aren’t you already there? – Richard Bach • Cherish your visions. Cherish your ideals. Cherish the music that stirs in your heart, the beauty that forms in your mind, the loveliness that drapes your purest thoughts. For out of them will grow all delightful conditions, all heavenly environment, of these, if you but remain true to them, your world will at last be built. – James Allen • Come live with me and be my love, And we will all the pleasures prove, That valleys, groves, hills, and fields, Woods, or steepy mountain yields. – Christopher Marlowe • Come out of the circle of time And into the circle of love. – Rumi • Do you love me because I’m beautiful, or am I beautiful because you love me? – Oscar Hammerstein II • Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it’s cracked up to be. That’s why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don’t risk anything, you risk even more. – Erica Jong • Don’t speak to me about your religion; first show it to me in how you treat other people. Don’t tell me how much you love your God; show me in how much you love all God’s children. Don’t preach to me your passion for your faith; teach me through your compassion for your neighbors. In the end, I’m not as interested in what you have to tell or sell as I am in how you choose to live and give. – Cory Booker • Don’t waste your love on somebody, who doesn’t value it. – William Shakespeare • Eternity is in love with the productions of time. – William Blake • Eve was not taken out of Adam’s head to top him, neither out of his feet to be trampled on by him, but out of his side to be equal with him, under his arm to be protected by him, and near his heart to be loved by him. – Matthew Henry • Faith makes all things possible… love makes all things easy. – Dwight L. Moody • For above all, love is a sharing. Love is a power. Love is a change that takes place in our own heart. Sometimes it may change others, but always it changes us. – James Dillet Freeman • For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it. – Ivan Panin • For love is immortality. – Emily Dickinson • For those who love… time is eternity. – Henry Van Dyke • For what is love itself, for the one we love best? An enfolding of immeasurable cares which yet are better than any joys outside our love. – George Eliot • Gamble everything for love, if you’re a true human being. – Rumi • Gifts of time and love are surely the basic ingredients of a truly merry Christmas. – Peg Bracken • Girls we love for what they are; young men for what they promise to be. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe • Harmony is pure love, for love is a concerto. – Lope de Vega • Hate the sin, love the sinner. – Mahatma Gandhi • Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it. – Martin Luther King, Jr. • I am in you and you in me, mutual in divine love. – William Blake • I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough. – Nicholas Sparks • I fell in love with her when we were together, then fell deeper in love with her in the years we were apart. – Nicholas Sparks • I finally understood what true love meant…love meant that you care for another person’s happiness more than your own, no matter how painful the choices you face might be. – Nicholas Sparks • I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved. – George Eliot • I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything. – F. Scott Fitzgerald • I love that feeling of being in love, the effect of having butterflies when you wake up in the morning. That is special. – Jennifer Aniston • I love to think of nature as an unlimited broadcasting station, through which God speaks to us every hour, if we will only tune in. – George Washington Carver • I love you also means I love you more than anyone loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that no one loves you, or has loved you, or will love you, and also, I love you in a way that I love no one else, and never have loved anyone else, and never will love anyone else. – Jonathan Safran Foer • I love you because I love you, because it would be impossible not to love you. I love you without question, without calculation, without reason good or bad, faithfully, with all my heart and soul, and every faculty. – Juliette Drouet • I love you for the part of me that you bring out. – Elizabeth Barrett Browning • I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you – Roy Croft • I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close. – Pablo Neruda • I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love. – Henry Ward Beecher • I really don’t know what “I love you” means. I think it means “Don’t leave me here alone. – Neil Gaiman • I see love in black and white. Passion in shades of “gris”. But when it comes to you and I, color is all I see. – Lady Gaga • I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can play together all night. – Bill Watterson • I think you still love me, but we can’t escape the fact that I’m not enough for you. I knew this was going to happen. So I’m not blaming you for falling in love with another woman. I’m not angry, either. I should be, but I’m not. I just feel pain. A lot of pain. I thought I could imagine how much this would hurt, but I was wrong. – Haruki Murakami • I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty… you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are. – J. D. Salinger • I was born when you kissed me. I died when you left me. I lived a few weeks while you loved me. – Humphrey Bogart • I will greet this day with love in my heart. And how will I do this? Henceforth will I look on all things with love and be born again. I will love the sun for it warms my bones; yet I will love the rain for it cleanses my spirit. I will love the light for it shows me the way; yet I will love the darkness for it shows me the stars. I will welcome happiness as it enlarges my heart; yet I will endure sadness for it opens my soul. I will acknowledge rewards for they are my due; yet I will welcome obstacles for they are my challenge. – Og Mandino • If a person loves only one other person and is indifferent to all others, his love is not love but a symbiotic attachment, or an enlarged egotism. – Erich Fromm • If everybody loves you, something is wrong. Find at least one enemy to keep you alert. – Paulo Coelho • If I could be anything in the world I would want to be a teardrop because I would be born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips. – Mary, Queen of Scots • If I know what love is, it is because of you. – Hermann Hesse • If I say your voice is an amber waterfall in which I yearn to burn each day, if you eat my mouth like a mystical rose with powers of healing and damnation, If I confess that your body is the only civilization I long to experience… would it mean that we are close to knowing something about love? – Aberjhani • If it is your time, love will track you down like a cruise missile. – Lynda Barry • If love is the soul of Christian existence, it must be at the heart of every other Christian virtue. Thus, for example, justice without love is legalism; faith without love is ideology; hope without love is self-centeredness; forgiveness without love is self-abasement; fortitude without love is recklessness; generosity without love is extravagance; care without love is mere duty; fidelity without love is servitude. Every virtue is an expression of love. No virtue is really a virtue unless it is permeated, or informed, by love. – Richard Rohr • If my love were an ocean, there would be no more land. If my love were a desert, you would see only sand. If my love were a star- late at night, only light. And if my love could grow wings, I’d be soaring in flight. – Jay Asher • If somebody says, “I love you,” to me, I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol-holder requires? “I love you, too.” – Kurt Vonnegut • If you find someone you love in your life, then hang on to that love. – Princess Diana • If you judge people, you have no time to love them. – Mother Teresa • If you keep in mind that love and love alone is the reason for living, it will calm your heart and free you from your worries. – Harold Klemp • If you love deeply, you’re going to get hurt badly. But it’s still worth it. – C. S. Lewis • If you love something let it go free. If it doesn’t come back, you never had it. If it comes back, love it forever. – Douglas Horton • If you loved someone, you loved him, and when you had nothing else to give, you still gave him love. – George Orwell • If you want a love message to be heard, it has got to be sent out. To keep a lamp burning, we have to keep putting oil in it. – Mother Teresa • I’m tired of love; I’m still more tired of rhyme; but money gives me pleasure all the time. – Hilaire Belloc • Immature love says: ‘I love you because I need you.’ Mature love says ‘I need you because I love you.’ – Erich Fromm • In all the world, there is no heart for me like yours. In all the world, there is no love for you like mine. – Maya Angelou • In real life, love has to be possible. Even if it is not returned right away, love can only survive when the hope exists that you will be able to win over the person you desire. – Paulo Coelho • It is love, not reason, that is stronger than death. – Thomas Mann • It is not that love is blind. It is that love sees with a painter’s eye, finding the essence that renders all else background. – Robert Breault • It is sad not to love, but it is much sadder not to be able to love. – Miguel de Unamuno • It isn’t possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal. – E. M. Forster • It seems everyone’s so worried about getting hurt that they forget about letting love happen. – Carlos Salinas • I’ve only been in love with a beer bottle and a mirror. – Sid Vicious • Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead. The consciousness of loving and being loved brings a warmth and a richness to life that nothing else can bring. – Oscar Wilde • Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live. – Johnny Depp • Let choice whisper in your ear and love murmur in your heart. Be ready. Here comes life. – Maya Angelou • Life and love are life and love, a bunch of violets is a bunch of violets, and to drag in the idea of a point is to ruin everything. Live and let live, love and let love, flower and fade, and follow the natural curve, which flows on, pointless. – D. H. Lawrence • Life began after I fell in love with you – Brad Hodge • Life is short. Kiss slowly, laugh insanely, love truly and forgive quickly – Paulo Coelho • Lost love is still love. It takes a different form, that’s all. You can’t see their smile or bring them food or tousle their hair or move them around a dance floor. But when those senses weaken another heightens. Memory. Memory becomes your partner. You nurture it. You hold it. You dance with it. – Mitch Albom • Love alone is capable of uniting living beings in such a way as to complete and fulfill them, for it alone takes them and joins them by what is deepest in themselves. – Pierre Teilhard de Chardin • Love and desire are the spirit’s wings to great deeds. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe • Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop. – Saint Augustine • Love feels no burden, regards not labors, strives toward more than it attains, argues not of impossibility, since it believes that it may and can do all things. – Thomas a Kempis • Love grows by giving. The love we give away is the only love we keep. The only way to retain love is to give it away. – Elbert Hubbard • Love hard when there is love to be had. Because perfect guys don’t exist, but there’s always one guy that is perfect for you. – Bob Marley • Love him and let him love you. Do you think anything else under heaven really matters? – James A. Baldwin • Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. – William Shakespeare • Love is all we have, the only way that each can help the other. – Euripides • Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself. – Leo Buscaglia • Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it. – Rabindranath Tagore • Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition. – Alexander Smith • Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies. – Aristotle • Love is fed by the imagination, by which we become wiser than we know, better than we feel, nobler than we are: by which we can see life as a whole, by which and by which alone we can understand others in their real and their ideal relation. Only what is fine, and finely conceived can feed love. But anything will feed hate. – Oscar Wilde • Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty through good and bad times. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. – Ann Landers • Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source. – Leo Tolstoy • Love is just a word until someone comes along and gives it meaning. – Paulo Coelho • Love is life. All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love. Everything is, everything exists, only because I love. Everything is united by it alone. Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source. – Leo Tolstoy • Love is like the measles; we all have to go through it. – Jerome K. Jerome • Love is like the wind, you can’t see it but you can feel it. – Nicholas Sparks • Love is not a because, it’s a no matter what. – Jodi Picoult • Love is not a business. It’s not a transaction. It’s not an exchange or something you get for doing something it’s not a trade. It’s a gift! – Tony Robbins • Love is not in our choice but in our fate. – John Dryden • Love is not the absence of logic but logic examined and recalculated heated and curved to fit inside the contours of the heart. – Tammara Webber • Love Is Stronger Than Pride – Marquis de Sade • Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own. – Robert A. Heinlein • Love is the answer, and you know that for sure; Love is a flower, you’ve got to let it grow. – John Lennon • Love is the crowning grace of humanity, the holiest right of the soul, the golden link which binds us to duty and truth, the redeeming principle that chiefly reconciles the heart to life, and is prophetic of eternal good. – Petrarch • Love is the expression of the one who loves, not of the one who is loved. Those who think they can love only the people they prefer do not love at all. Love discovers truths about individuals that others cannot see – Soren Kierkegaard • Love is the only flower that grows and blossoms without the aid of the seasons – Khalil Gibran • Love is the only reality and it is not a mere sentiment. It is the ultimate truth that lies at the heart of creation. – Rabindranath Tagore • Love is the river of life in this world. – Henry Ward Beecher • Love is the symbol of eternity. – Madame de Stael • Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star. – e. e. cummings • Love is when you don’t have to be with another person to touch their heart! – Torquato Tasso • Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself. – Andre Breton • Love isn’t something you find. Love is something that finds you. – Loretta Young • Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind. – William Shakespeare • Love loves to love love. – James Joyce • Love means to commit oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love in the loved person. Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love. – Erich Fromm • Love must be as much a light as it is a flame. – Henry David Thoreau • Love sacrifices all things to bless the thing it loves. – Edward Bulwer-Lytton, 1st Baron Lytton • Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine. – Christina Rossetti • Love should be a tree whose roots are deep in the earth, but whose branches extend into heaven. – Bertrand Russell • LOVE, n. A temporary insanity curable by marriage or by removal of the patient from the influences under which he incurred the disorder. – Ambrose Bierce • My heart is, and always will be, yours. – Jane Austen • Nothing can be loved or hated unless it is first known. – Leonardo da Vinci • One makes mistakes; that is life. But it is never a mistake to have loved. – Romain Rolland • Only the really plain people know about love – the very fascinating ones try so hard to create an impression that they soon exhaust their talents. – Katharine Hepburn • Paradise is always where love dwells. – Jean Paul • Passion makes the world go round. Love just makes it a safer place. – Ice T • Reason is powerless in the expression of Love. – Rumi • Relationships become rocky when men and women fail to acknowledge they are biologically different and when each expects the other to live up to their expectations. Much of the stress we experience in relationships comes from the false belief that men and women are now the same and have the same priorities, drives and desires – Barbara Pease • Remember that the best relationship is one in which your love for each other exceeds your need for each other. – Dalai Lama • Respect was invented to cover the empty place where love should be. – Leo Tolstoy • Soul meets soul on lovers’ lips. – Percy Bysshe Shelley • Take love when love is given. – Sara Teasdale • The garden of love is green without limit and yields many fruits other than sorrow or joy. Love is beyond either condition: without spring, without autumn, it is always fresh. – Rumi • The giving of love and understanding is an education in itself. – Eleanor Roosevelt • The greatest pleasure of life is love. – Euripides • The greatest weakness of most humans is their hesitancy to tell others how much they love them while they’re alive. – Orlando Aloysius Battista • The love that lasts longest is the love that is never returned. – W. Somerset Maugham • The more we love our friends, the less we flatter them; it is by excusing nothing that pure love shows itself. – Moliere • The most precious gift we can offer anyone is our attention. When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers. – Nhat Hanh • The most wonderful of all things in life is the discovery of another human being with whom one’s relationship has a growing depth, beauty and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing; it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. It is a sort of divine accident, and the most wonderful of all things in life. – Hugh Walpole • The only measure of your worth and your deeds will be the love you leave behind when you’re gone. – Fred Small • The only victory over love is flight. – Napoleon Bonaparte • The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound. – Maureen Duffy • The simple lack of her is more to me than others’ presence. – Edward Thomas • The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer. – Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. • The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved. – Victor Hugo • The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love. – Jean de la Bruyere • The things that we love tell us what we are. – Thomas Aquinas • There is love of course. And then there’s life, its enemy. – Jean Anouilh • There is no difficulty that enough love will not conquer. – Emmet Fox • There is only one happiness in this life, to love and be loved. – George Sand • There is only one kind of love, but there are a thousand imitations. – Francois de La Rochefoucauld • They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love. – William Shakespeare • This is the true measure of love, When we believe that we alone can love, That no one could ever have loved so before us, And that no one will ever love in the same way after us. – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe • This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected–in so far as it could be a matter of conscious awareness; it took entire possession of him, and he understood, with joyous amazement, that this was for life. – Thomas Mann • Those who have never known the deep intimacy and the intense companionship of happy mutual love have missed the best thing that life has to give. – Bertrand Russell • Till I loved I never lived. – Emily Dickinson • Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity. – Henry Van Dyke • To love someone is nothing, to be loved by someone is something, to love someone who loves you is everything. – Bill Russell • Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists… When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence. – Edmond de Goncourt • True love begins when nothing is looked for in return. – Antoine de Saint-Exupery • True love cannot be found where it does not exist, nor can it be denied where it does. – Torquato Tasso • True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked. – Erich Segal • True love doesn’t come to you it has to be inside you. – Julia Roberts • True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen. – Francois de La Rochefoucauld • Trust your heart if the seas catch fire, live by love though the stars walk backward. – e. e. cummings • We are born to love, we live to love, and we will die to love still more. – Saint Joseph • We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another. – Luciano De Crescenzo • We are shaped and fashioned by what we love – Johann Wolfgang von Goethe • We come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly. – Sam Keen • We don’t need to explain our love. We only need to show it. – Paulo Coelho • We fell in love despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. – Nicholas Sparks • We loved with a love that was more than love. – Edgar Allan Poe • We never know the love of the parent for the child till we become parents. – Henry Ward Beecher • We pardon to the extent that we love. – Francois de La Rochefoucauld • We picture love as heart-shaped because we do not know the shape of the soul. – Robert Breault • We shouldn’t pray for a lighter load to carry but a stronger back to endure! Then the world will see that God is with us, empowering us to live in a way that reflects his love and power. – Brother Yun • We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love. – Tom Robbins • We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness — and call it love — true love. – Robert Fulghum • Well-ordered self-love is right and natural. – Thomas Aquinas • When I saw you I fell in love. And you smiled because you knew. – Arrigo Boito • When I say it’s you I like, I’m talking about that part of you that knows that life is far more than anything you can ever see or hear or touch. That deep part of you that allows you to stand for those things without which humankind cannot survive. Love that conquers hate, peace that rises triumphant over war, and justice that proves more powerful than greed. – Fred Rogers • When love is not madness, it is not love. – Pedro Calderon de la Barca • When we feel love and kindness toward others, it not only makes others feel loved and cared for, but it helps us also to develop inner happiness and peace. – Dalai Lama • When we first met, I didn’t want to get involved with anyone. I didn’t have the time or energy, and I wasn’t sure that I was ready for it. But you were so good to me, and I got swept up in that. And little by little, I found myself falling in love with you. – Nicholas Sparks • When you love someone, you love the person as they are, and not as you’d like them to be. – Leo Tolstoy • When you trip over love, it is easy to get up. But when you fall in love, it is impossible to stand again. – Albert Einstein • Will you love me in December as you do in May, Will you love me in the good old fashioned way? When my hair has all turned gray, Will you kiss me then and say, That you love me in December as you do in May? – Jimmy Walker • Yes, love indeed is light from heaven; A spark of that immortal fire with angels shared, by Allah given to lift from earth our low desire. – Lord Byron • You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving. – Robert Louis Stevenson • You can’t blame gravity for falling in love. – Albert Einstein • You know it’s love when all you want is that person to be happy, even if you’re not part of their happiness. – Julia Roberts • You know what I am going to say. I love you. What other men may mean when they use that expression, I cannot tell; what I mean is, that I am under the influence of some tremendous attraction which I have resisted in vain, and which overmasters me. – Charles Dickens • You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams. – Dr. Seuss • You will soon break the bow if you keep it always stretched. – Norman Vincent Peale • Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable. – Henry Ward Beecher • Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven’t found it yet, keep looking. Don’t settle. As with all matters of the heart, you’ll know when you find it. – Steve Jobs

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