limegreenandloki said:
I fucking love you
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:D I fucking love you, too. <3
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limegreenandloki said:
I fucking love you
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:D I fucking love you, too. <3
What's in his hands? A top hat perhaps? And maybe.......GLOVES? Unacceptable.
(x)
Rainer Maria Rilke: You See, I Want a Lot
You see, I want a lot. Perhaps I want everything: the darkness that comes with every infinite fall and the shivering blaze of every step up.
So many live on and want nothing, and are raised to the rank of prince by the slippery ease of their light judgments.
But what you love to see are faces that do work and feel thirst.
You love most of all those who need you as they need a crowbar or a hoe.
You have not grown old, and it is not too late to dive into your increasing depths where life calmly gives out its own secret.
Du siehst, ich will viel
Du siehst, ich will viel. Vielleicht will ich Alles: das Dunkel jedes unendlichen Falles und jedes Steigens lichtzitterndes Spiel.
Es leben so viele und wollen nichts, und sind durch ihres leichten Gerichts glatte Gefühle gefürstet.
Aber du freust dich jedes Gesichts, das dient und dürstet.
Du freust dich Aller, die dich gebrauchen wie ein Gerät.
Noch bist du nicht kalt, und es ist nicht zu spät, in deine werdenden Tiefen zu tauchen, wo sich das Leben ruhig verrät.
limegreenandloki: Wait
Wait with me in the storm
(it can’t be lifted this time, I think)
Wait with me as I am drenched,
Defenseless, cold.
Afraid.
Just let me feel Your hand.
(i need a lifeline)
Because, for the first time in my life,
I’m not asking for perfect weather—
sun-warmed leaves
or the glitter of flawless Spring
flashing across the bronze wing of a butterfly.
No, now I’ve seen enough of first bud
to know there must be clouds,
and rain,
and storm,
for the butterflies to have nectar
and the sun to have leaves to warm.
And so, if it must rain,
Wait with me in it.
I won’t ask for it to cease, not this time,
I won’t complain and yearn
for the kiss of golden-tone days.
Just wait with me.
And I will be okay with accepting cold and wet.
And I will wait for Spring again.
limegreenandloki replied to your video “In lieu of music tonight, here’s a message from your Friday Night DJ…”
You fricking MILF
Aww, thanks babe! Although I think I might be a pre-MILF or is the M for 'married lady'? I'm taking it either way...
Just keep putting one foot in front of the other...
When we first moved into our house here in France, I hadn't had my iPad very long. My husband had to keep working in the UK for two months, so I spent a lot of that first autumn here on my own, I did crosswords, walked, played games on the iPad, that sort of thing. Kept in touch with my mates back in UK on Facebook... Once he moved over, we found a pattern to our lives together in our new home.
Life was good.
Then, a few months ago I discovered Tom Hiddleston. I mean, really discovered him...Then my daughter told me to go on Tumblr (I had heard of it, but I had wrongly assumed it was exclusively for the younger user).
Now look at me.My hubby still goes back to UK occasionally to do a bit of work, and when he doesI spend ridiculous amounts of time on here. I am not complaining, btw.T
om and Tumblr between them have made me want to write (for which I am very grateful), and that has led to me rediscovering my inner woman again. The one the early menopause I had tried to beat out of me. I thought she had gone. I am very pleased to discover she is still there.
Thanks Tom and thanks Tumblr. Thanks to you all. If I haven't tagged you its not because I don't love you xxxx
I think I need a beta reader
If any of you guys have time, I could really use a beta reader for my latest fic. If you have read any of my stuff then you know I don't do smut, because it always looks to me like a contender for the Bad Sex Awards... However, the plot for this story really needs it, so I am trying this time.
Any volunteers?
{{Everyone's arguing and fighting over the handsome Ansgar, but Izzie's sitting prettily with popcorn and binoculars. She's thinking, 'I like what's happening, but when's someone going to start pulling hair instead of using words. My money is on Faye'. Definitely love what's happening between everyone.}}