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[squadxnine]

Xiao Zhan brings it for the Untamed Concert in Nanjing. 

[nbagifstory]

LeBron James — Los Angeles Lakers

[ladywynneoutlander]

Feast of All Saints

🖤May we all be blessed today with warmth and peace.🖤

The dark came down on All Hallows’ Eve. We went to sleep to the sound of howling wind and pelting rain, and woke on the Feast of All Saints to whiteness and large soft flakes falling down and down in absolute silence. There is no more perfect stillness than the solitude in the heart of a snowstorm.

This is the thin time, when the beloved dead draw near. The world turns inward, and the chilling air grows thick with dreams and mystery. The sky goes from a sharp clear cold where a million stars burn bright and close, to the gray-pink cloud that enfolds the earth with the promise of snow.

I took one of Bree’s matches from its box and lit it, thrilling to the tiny leap of instant flame, and bent to put it to the kindling. Snow was falling, and winter had come, the season of fire. Candles and hearth fire, that lovely, leaping paradox, that destruction contained but never tamed, held at a safe distance to warm and enchant, but always, still, with that small sense of danger. 

The smell of roasting pumpkins was thick and sweet in the air. Having ruled the night with fire, the jack-o’-lanterns went now to a more peaceful fate as pies and compost, to join the gentle rest of the earth before renewal. I had turned the earth in my garden the day before, planting the winter seeds to sleep and swell, to dream their buried birth.

Now is the time we reenter the womb of the world, dreaming the dreams of snow and silence. Waking to the shock of frozen lakes under waning moonlight and the cold sun burning low and blue in the branches of the  ice-cased trees, returning from our brief and necessary labors to food and story, to the warmth of firelight in the dark.

Around a fire, in the dark, all truths can be told, and heard, in safety.

I pulled on my woolen stockings, thick petticoats, my warmest shawl, and went down to poke up the kitchen fire. I stood watching wisps of steam rise from the fragrant cauldron, and felt myself turn inward. The world could go away, and we would heal.

-A Breath of Snow and Ashes, Chapter 38 A De’il in the Milk

[dailytomlinson]

Louis replies to fans on twitter (January 11th)

[picturesofthearsenal]

A young Arsenal fan scores a goal during half time during the Premier League match between Crystal Palace and Arsenal FC at Selhurst Park on January 11, 2020 in London, United Kingdom. (Photo by David Price/Arsenal FC via Getty Images)

[emotional-and-unstable]

Just feeling a bit empty and unfulfilled...

[seridayla]

[soguknevalesblog]

~ne diye her seferinde bulanıyor şu zihnim,ne diye daha çiselerken yağmur, sellere kapılıyor bu duygularım ne diye sürüklüyorum kendimi bu döngüde..`