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Mahmoud Darwish, from Journal of an Ordinary Grief (tr. from the Arabic by Ibrahim Muhawi)
[Text ID: A place is not only a geographical area; it's also a state of mind. And trees are not just trees; they are the ribs of childhood.]
Don’t you think maybe they are the same thing? Love and attention?
Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vanessa Bell written c. August 1908
[ I wonder if you talked about me, as you went home, or thought of me when the moon rose, ]
why is the doctor who fandom so awful. like. idk who needs to hear this (actually yes i do, but i won't name names) but fic writers literally never owe you anything. fic writing is fucking hard and it takes time and effort and to go and shit all over someone's work which is FREE because the story didn't go how you wanted is absolutely inappropriate and immature behavior, and to then go around and talk about it on multiple websites after leaving horrible rude comments and asks on tumblr is fucking harassment. grow up fr.
this post is for anyone who feels a little lost right now. maybe you don’t know what your path in life is yet. maybe you hate your job. maybe you’re still in school and you’ve changed your major three times. maybe you’re confused about what it is that you want. maybe you know exactly what you want but have no idea how to get it.
you will figure it out. you are not dead yet. you are going to figure your shit out. i believe in you.
Frankenstein by Mary Shelley
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I have love in me the likes of which you can scarcely imagine and rage the likes of which you would not believe. If I cannot satisfy the one, I will indulge the other.
🎵 your tenrose AU ideas: 🌟🥰🤩😳🤯❣️ so big brained. i’m getting chills just by imagining each scenario. chills chills everywhere. feed us—and i mean ME—some more. pleaseeee. 🙏🏻
I'm glad you're enjoying this silly little game! I'm having a blast with it!
Song: Exile
AU Idea: God, this is a hard song to give a happy ending, but I'll do my damndest 😂 Most of this story would be quite angsty. It would be a story where James and Rose were lovers but had absolutely piss-poor communications skills, along with their own individual demons and insecurities that royally fucked-up the relationship. Rose didn't think James cared for her or their relationship as much as she did, and she tried over and over again to hint to him that there's an inequality in the relationship, and he needs to do *something* to let her know he's all-in too. But the signs go way over his head because he's a dumb, oblivious boy, who is actually very much in love with Rose, but isn't as showy or flashy with his devotion. His love is deep and quiet, like wading forward in the ocean and it's suddenly deeper than you thought.
The relationship was spiraling for quite awhile, and James somewhat noticed it but figured it was the usual bumps and hurdles of any relationship. Until one day Rose packs her bags and leaves, ending it. She gets into a rebound relationship that she ultimately doesn't care about, but she wants to hurt James as much as he hurt her with his inaction. And James is devastated, now thinking that Rose didn't care at all about their relationship if she was able to move on so quickly.
Years pass, and both of them are trying to move on, but can't help but internet-stalk each other every once in a while (usually after they've had a few drinks) to see what the other is getting up to. They watch each other fall in and out of relationships that don't last longer than a few months. But they never contact each other directly, because they're both certain that the other is over what they'd had.
Until they meet in person when a mutual friend of theirs gets married or something. They mostly avoid each other at the reception, apart from some lingering gazes and awkward closed-mouthed smiles of acknowledgement. As the night carries on, they're both steadily getting drunker, and in their drunken state, they get over-confident and stupid. James approaches Rose, unsteady on his feet, and slurs that it's a great party. She hums in agreement before knocking back a shot.
"Let's dance," he blurts, "for old time's sake. Eh? What's the harm?"
There is a lot of potential harm, but Rose is too drunk to think of them, so she agrees, because as much as she's resented him these last few years, she missed what they used to have and what they could have been. Being in his arms again is more wonderful than she'd remember, and holding her is more wonderful than he'd remembered. They slow dance, which is more of an uncoordinated back-and-forth swaying.
The alcohol is hitting Rose hard, and she rests her head on his chest, just like she used to, and all of the old hurt and anger resurfaces until she blurts, "I really fucking loved you, you know."
James, thinking the alcohol is talking, rolls his eyes and says, "Uh huh. Tell that to Rickey."
"Mickey."
"Whatever. Took you all of forty-eight hours to move on. Sure sounds like true love."
"Just because you didn't give two shits about what we had doesn't mean I wasn't allowed to move on in whatever way worked best for me."
She pushes away from him and storms off, out of the party because even though she's drunk, she knows better than to make a scene and ruin her friend's wedding day. She's almost to the lifts when she hears running footfalls behind her.
"I didn't give two shits about the relationship?! You just left! You gave up and you left!"
"Because you didn't care! For months I was begging you to do something, to show you wanted me, to show you cared about us, and you did nothing!"
"Bullshit! You never said a word until the day you left!"
"I told you about how fun a trip to the shore would be! I asked if it sounded romantic to go dancing somewhere! I showed you photographs of a little house we might be able to afford together! And you... you ignored everything!"
James barely remembers any of that, and doesn't understand why she's bringing up those moments, because that isn't even what they're fighting about. (Why are they even fighting???) When he says as much, Rose throws her hands up and says he's so useless and can't even take a hint.
"Take a hint? Take a hint??? You were feeling like this and all you gave me were hints????"
He's furious and devastated and so, so confused at the possibility that the best relationship he ever had ended because he didn't understand Rose's style of communication.
Rose is suddenly realizing what had happened all those years ago, and she's suddenly mortified to realize everything that happened was a stupid misunderstanding that had been blown out of proportion, and she hates herself, and, just a little, hates him too, but mostly she hates the world and how stupid they all are.
"Forget it," she mumbles, but he catches her wrist and pulls her toward him. She's as close as she was when they were dancing, and she smells the booze on his breath but also the cologne she'd loved so much on him. His eyes are dark and hungry, and he licks his lips, making them shine, and God she's missed him.
Before he can ask, she pulls him down by the lapels and crashes their mouths together in a sloppy heated kiss that feels better than any kiss she's had. She groans when he sucks her lower lip into his mouth the way he always knew she liked, and he moans when she scratches his scalp in the way she knows he loves. Things are getting heavy and heated and they're still in the corridors by the lifts, but neither of them seems to care.
When they come up for air, he rests his forehead to hers and whispers, "You were my one true love. And I never wanted to lose you. And I didn't know what was happening. I'm sorry. Can we try again?"
She hugs him tightly to her and says, "I'm so sorry too. Yes. I want to try again with you. See if we can get it right this time."
They do.
Send me a 🎵 and I’ll shuffle my Taylor Swift playlist
tired™ Eddie (let the man rest)
oh he really couldn’t have been any more straightforward if he tried
yeah what's up man im just walking on my hands and knees through the desert repenting rn. wait what's that? are you kidding me?
Because… you didn’t say goodbye. Oh, bye Rory. Bye, Jess.
the thought of making a house a home with a girl literally will not leave my mind. like picking our bedroom color, what kind of kitchen we’re going to have, our bathroom theme, are we going to have a garden, what type of flowers or foods will we have, will we have a little library or game room? don’t even get me started on painting together and choosing the furniture omg
Don’t you get it? I only feel alive if someone chooses me.
— who was the love of ten’s life?
rose tyler. ♡︎
the master. ☆
both of them. ︎❀
see results. ♥︎
— joy sullivan
in a parasocial relationship with the sea
she is all uncaring mouth but i'm giggling and twirling my hair over being swallowed whole
—Hard Feelings/Loveless, Lorde
