#13.26

[burntmemories]

Walking down and I realise these beauties and it was love at first site. This got me thinking; is there a thing as such? Or is it just an idea that has already been formed and just reassured by the presence of a physical image. You may long for something for so long, a love so sweet, a person so kind that you think that the first and foremost person who gives off these attributes is your love at first site. But the thing is that people lie. Lying is their actual image because they don’t want you to see who they really are. Personal experiences they’ve had is a major card in this game so can you really blame someone for trying to shield themselves? I think not. But the thing is whiles you’re shielding yourself you’re forgetting the other person in battle who is left bare, open hearted, frankly; deluded all because of what- “love at first site”. Pensive about all of this is what made me value my level of independence-it really is what keeps me from being left bare, open hearted and frankly; deluded. It’s what keeps me from this poison of love- sorry love at first site. So remember folks, when you fall in love at first site you are actually falling in love with lies.

[al-yaqin-blog]

ٱللَّهُ يَبْسُطُ ٱلرِّزْقَ لِمَن يَشَآءُ وَيَقْدِرُ ۚ وَفَرِحُوا۟ بِٱلْحَيَوٰةِ ٱلدُّنْيَا وَمَا ٱلْحَيَوٰةُ ٱلدُّنْيَا فِى ٱلْءَاخِرَةِ إِلَّا مَتَٰعٌ

[targetsinthefinder]

Asami's expression changes from that concentrated concern for Akihito to pure rage at Feilong, the emotions warring: his arm reaches out to bring Akihito in close and protect him, but because of Feilong he cannot relinquish his gun. he drops his guard to keep Akihito from suffering any more hurt, and the moment lasts long enough to cost him. the realization that Feilong intends to shoots forces him to choose between himself and Akihito; given how little time he has to make a decision, taking bullets for Akihito is so automatic it's not even worth thinking about

[oavye-blog]

And I had this really weird dream

I was sitting in a sofa with a couple of friends when Epsilon came up to us with Crystal. They've recently become friends or something and so they had apparently decided to become friends with me without me not knowing their intention. I'm a little surprised myself that I noticed their secret mission, but I didn't know what to do so I decided to ignore their kind smiles.

Me and the gang was watching some TV I think. On a sofa outside, beneath a dooms-day-sky. Epsilon took a seat on the armrest to my right and Crystal sat in her lap. Suddenly everyone took part in a wrestling-game or something, because we all ended up in a pile on top of each other. My arms and legs were tangled together with both Epsilon's and Crystal's when Crystal placed her hand between my legs and touched my private parts.

What. The. Fuck. Of course I reacted strongly with a twitch and a cry. I can remember that she begun to smile teasingly. Weeeeeird. And so I can't remember anymore of the dream other than I decided to walk away from them because I couldn't trust them.

I know I've dreamt something else about a bus-trip with Toby to no-where. Can't remember anything worth mentioning though. And this night haven't been too good either. As I asked Newton if he wanted to see when Venus passes the sun but because it was a few hours left until the sun would rise up, we lay in the sofa for a moment before we realized how tired we were. As the sofa is too small for both of us, I went up to his room and lay in his bed. He came after me a few minutes later and took place by my side and we both fell asleep. Though I woke up many times during the night.