#and she forgets that most other people her age don’t have the kind of free reign she does | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

thisismeracing · 3 months ago

Text

Paddock Pass (Taylor's version) | CL16

⸺ there are many perks to being Charles Leclerc's girlfriend. You get free paddock passes, you're able to watch him chase his dreams while you work on yours from the garage, and of course, you get Charles. What you didn't know is that he would add a new thing to this list: your favorite singer in the garage (based on this request). ✓ mentions of food; friends to lovers; not proofread; fem!reader (she/her). 0.8k words

▸ my masterlist | my taglist | patreon guide ▸ support my writing by reblogging, leaving a comment (don’t forget to follow me if you like the piece), or buying me a coffee)

Life has a funny way of making things happen. You knew it from an early age, and it was kind of funny looking back at it now, as Charles' girlfriend.

As a shy kid from Monaco, your childhood wasn't exactly the most social one - you were shy, wore glasses, and liked to keep things to yourself. That's how you ended up discovering Taylor's music and became friends with Charles at the early age of 7.

During the summer holidays, with not many friends to enjoy the time except for one girl from school who happened to be traveling, you ended up going with your mom to the hairdresser. The owner saw how uncomfortable you were with all the noise and people and showed you to the waiting area, a room with a big TV and a few toys. You were the only one there, and the echo of the TV caught your attention. It was playing a song you had never heard before, a blonde singer wearing glasses and pajamas sang with all her strength. You were entranced by the image, so much so that the door opening didn't catch your attention until someone poked at your shoulder. "Hi, I'm Charles," and just like Taylor was singing, he belonged with you.

Eighteen years later, you were in the Ferrari garage working on your computer while Charles got ready for quali. Since it was the Vegas GP, and you didn't like the rush and lights that much, you chose to stay in the deepest area of the home motor curled on a blanket waiting until it was time for the race to begin.

"Cherie, Kika is looking for you at the Alpine garage," Charles knocked on the door, and peeked his head inside, smiling fondly at you.

You adjusted your glasses, "Tell her to come here."

"She's having lunch there, told me she got your favorite snacks for dessert," he explained, and you bit your lips. "There are not as many people out there since it's qualy," Charles tried to reassure you and you nodded, grabbing your cardigan and lacing your fingers with his.

"I told her to wait for you. Hopefully, she did," he had this funny smile on his face, and if you weren't so tired from the flight the other day, you would nag him about it.

You walked hand in hand to the Alpine garage, Charles stopping here and there to take a few pictures, but nothing as crazy as Sundays usually are.

When you finally reached the pink and blue facility, things seemed different. You didn't know how to pinpoint what exactly it was, but you felt like the usual rush was slightly blessed, and from previous experience, you bet someone important was inside.

"I've been waiting forever to do this for you, I couldn't have done it sooner because of the whole world tour thing and you know how hectic it was for her, right?"

You furrowed your eyebrows, feeling your glass frames move in your face, "What are you talking about, Char?"

He shook his head, kissed your forehead, and entered the garage. The first thing you saw was a mass of a man, huge. Then you heard his laugh, and it sounded familiar. The second he turned around with a big smile on his face, you felt your knees weakened, not because of him but because of someone likely there along with him.

"THE Travis Kelce?" You whispered to Charles still holding his hand, and he beamed.

"Hey, Yn! Nice to meet you! Your boyfriend was just talking about you minutes ago," he took a few steps in your direction, offering you a handshake, and you took it.

"He said you were the biggest fan," you heard her voice before seeing her, and when she stepped around Travis, you almost fainted.

"Oh, sweet Jesus-," you screeched, and everyone laughed.

"Taylor! Oh my God! I've been listening to you since I was a kid," you whispered, trying to hold back the tears and the laughter of happiness bubbling inside.

"Careful now, or you'll make me feel old," she joked and opened her arms, motioning for you to get inside the hug. You glanced at Charles, silently thanking him, and crashed into your idol's arms. Her hug was warm and tight, and you felt like you could stay there for hours. Her hands caressed your back up and down feeling how emotional you got and trying to comfort you.

When you took a step back, you saw how her gaze softened, looking at the T pendant Charles got you when you were still little kids. She pointed to a nearby bench, "Everyone's trying to explain how this works, but I still don't get it. Can you enlighten me on the F1 world as someone who's been in it since childhood?" Your brows furrowed in a second, but you smiled brightly at her. She seemed to get your confusion, explaining, "Charles was updating us on how you were the biggest Swiftie since you were a kid."

"Yeah, I met him when I first listened to your song too," you observed, sitting down, and turning to her.

"What? Now you gotta tell me this! This paddock pass was so worth it. F1 rules can wait, I'm a sucker for a love story."

"That I know," you giggled looking from her to Travis who seemed to be in a deep conversation with Charles.

────── ⋆🪩 VOICEMAIL: Hi! I tried to follow all the details in the request, hope it's good enough <3 I hope you guys liked this! Make sure to like and reblog if you did *mwah*

If you liked this piece and want early access to new ones and exclusive access to others, subscribe to my patreon!💘 ▸ check my main masterlist | patreon guide and my taglist.

©thisismeracing ― do not copy, steal, or translate my work; do not repost on a different media platform.

#op: blurbs #requests #anon #cl16 #charles leclerc blurb #charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagine #charles leclerc x reader #f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #swiftie #swiftie!reader #taylor swift

299 notes · View notes

satansapostle6 · 5 months ago

Text

Love The Sinner | Dexter Morgan

Dexter Morgan, a vigilante serial killer hiding in plain sight, loses sleep for the first time in his life when he’s met with the very last thing he expected: a kindred spirit.

Warnings: Violence. Mature language and themes. Sexual content.

Part One. Eyes of Darkness.

Most people, when they’re getting arrested, shit their pants with fear. Some scream, some cry. Some rage, and some try to run, and some just freeze. That’s what you usually see, when you’re in your parents’ living room, and your dad can’t wait to turn on the TV to the channel dickety-six news, of all things. But sometimes, people have other reactions when being handcuffed and shoved in the back of a squad car. Sometimes people enjoy it, for one reason or another. I smiled when Miami Metro put me in cuffs on the news. Laughed, even. You see my story is many things, but boring certainly isn’t one of them.

Let’s start simple. My name is Nicole Carvalho, and as of today, America knows me as ‘Murderous MILF’. You really can’t make these things up; I love this country. I keep reminding myself, if I ever go free, I need to clip that out of the newspapers. But see, right now, at this very moment, I’m sitting alone in an almost blindingly white interrogation room at the precinct, waiting for a cop to question me while they study me on the surveillance footage. I can’t lie, I’m sitting back right now in my chair, smirking. You see, I killed the men who violated and later took my baby girl’s life, and I’m currently very pleased with myself.

I don't think my grandfather pictured this when he left Brazil. This truly is the American dream; committing a crime and letting your own peers decide whether or not it was justified. In all honesty, a jury will be much kinder to me than ‘God’ has been. So, I figured I’d let myself have this one thing. I think I waited about a half an hour before they sent someone in; a female detective. They must’ve figured a matching vagina couldn’t hurt. The first thing I noticed about this detective was that she was strikingly young; close to my age. I’m thirty-six, so I would estimate her to be maybe a little younger.

But apart from her age, the next thing I noticed about this detective was that she was very robotic in how she interacted with me; she didn’t necessarily look like she wanted to be there. She barely looked up at me when she came in, holding my files and looking down at them like a teenager doing a presentation in high school.

“So. Nicole Carvalho. I’m Detective Morgan.”

She sits down across from me less like I’m a murder suspect and more like she’s interviewing me for a secretary job. I look at her, sitting forward as I join her in the conversation, still smug as ever. I think she was secretly hoping I’d say it, the four words that usually drove most cops insane that, for some reason, no one ever thinks to say in the movies.

“I want my lawyer.”

I smile as I say it. Detective Morgan also smiles, looking down at the table before getting up. I’ll never forget how pleased she sounded.

“Guess that means I can’t ask you anymore questions.”

She gets up and walks out, and that’s the end of it. In all honesty, I don’t think she was looking forward to questioning a woman about the murder of her daughter’s rapist. After the detective left me alone, I was allowed to call myself the lawyer that I had in mind. This, of course, was a friend of a friend, a perfectly shady guy named Johnny Bertelli, who was, in the nicest way possible, a fucking scum bag. You see, I work as a project manager at a marketing firm, so I’ve met my fair share of good lawyers, but Johnny was the fucking best.

He made Johnnie Cochran look like an idiot. He was the kind of lawyer who laughed at the prosecution in court, and I needed him. So there i was, in the Miami Metro precinct punching a number I’d gotten off Google into a wall phone. I looked around the precinct as I waited for someone to pick up, and suddenly it was like I felt a pair of eyes on me. I turned around, and I saw a pretty timid, mild-mannered looking guy who seemed as if he’d been standing there trying to figure out how to get my attention.

But the strange thing was, he didn’t seem to want my attention, at all, actually. If anything, he seemed perturbed by the fact that I was looking his way. I looked over at him, not knowing what the fuck his story could’ve been. Miami’s a weird place, because in this moment, I realized the guy wandering the precinct in a Polo and khakis could very well be an employee. I looked at the guy, not knowing what he could’ve wanted with me as I struggled with the phone. Funny enough, he actually just wanted to be helpful.

“You gotta press pound,” he says quietly, “For the call to go through,” and I almost laugh.

I appreciate the odd moment, just thanking him.“Thank you.”

He just nods, and says nothing as he quietly retreats to wherever it was he came from. I took his advice, and sure enough, the phone worked and patched me through to Johnny’s office. I wasn’t quite sure at the time, seeing as I was obviously a bit preoccupied, but I felt that strange man’s eyes linger on me for a moment. Even as I turned around, I could sense his surreal sort of presence that he had. Sure, I was used to having men’s leering eyes on me out in public; it was hardly unusual. But this was different.

Like he was less looking at my body and flesh, but more so imagining what was underneath it.

*****

The next couple years of my life were eventful, to say the fucking least. Johnny of course advised me to take my case to trial instead of taking a plea, for obvious reasons; there was no way any jury was going to give me the maximum sentence, or God forbid, the death penalty. I was a single mother who stabbed her twelve year-old daughter’s rapist seventeen times. In the eyes of the public, I was practically a fucking hero. Johnny’s confident that any jury would feel sympathetic to me, despite the brutality of what I’d done. As he says, the facts are still there.

My neighbor, a weasley little creep named George Randall got me, and my Isabelle, to trust him, and took advantage of her in the worst way. Then she killed herself, because of what he did, and I had to find out through a note left on her desk for me to find. So, I went to George’s with an empty baking dish of his, and once he let me in, I whipped out the knife I’d borrowed from him, the same knife I used to use to cook for my little girl, and I made his stomach burst like a water balloon. At this point, I’d already chosen to show little remorse for the crime I’d committed, feeling perfectly at peace with the possibility of prison, or the death penalty.

But Johnny said there was probably no need to be too fearful of either. He’d even told me there was a possibility I’d just get a few years, and then parole, or something, and I wasn’t sure that wasn’t bullshit, but I also liked his confidence. The reality of it was, Johnny had made much worse people look way better. To him, my case was already closed. All I had to do was play the part of the grieving mother, which took no effort on my part. I had to wait almost a year for my case to go to trial, which I of course did outside of a cell.

This gave me enough time to get all my affairs in order, or so to speak. My job was okay for the time being, and I knew I’d probably still have it so long as I wasn’t convicted of murder, given my ‘years of dedicated service’. Things were going to be relatively fine, eventually, but for now, I was stuck being paraded around like a jester on some twisted apology tour for avenging my daughter’s death. I’m a pretty good actor, but even my patience has its limits. And maybe wearing my white So Kate’s to court wasn’t necessarily the best judgement call.

But Johnny, being more than worth the money I pay him, made it work. I walked into the courtroom with him, humble and graceful, and didn’t let my eyes linger so as not to appear guilty. But even then, I caught a glimpse of him in the room. The guy who helped me with the phone. He was watching my trial, probably just as a police department employee. Probably.

“Will the defendant please rise?”

I complied with Judge Willis’s request, with my trusty guard dog by my side. I remained dignified, my head held high, but not too high, of course, as the proceedings began.

“Miss Carvalho. How do you plead?”

“Not guilty, your honor,” I told him.

The damage was done. My fate rested entirely in the hands of twelve strangers, and for some reason, there was a thirteenth who seemed oddly invested in the outcome.

Part Two.

#dexter #dexter morgan #michael c hall #dexter morgan x reader

285 notes · View notes

crazilust · 8 months ago

Text

astrology observations pt. 5 (i believe)

remember, if this doesn’t resonate, leave it, scroll away and forget it. i wanted a summer theme, so i’ll do it on this post why not 💛

🐬🍋🌊🌅 🐬🍋🌊🌅 🐬🍋🌊🌅 🐬🍋🌊🌅

▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄

🐬 I wish I could look a Sag sun in the eyes and tell them that no matter how little or big they achieve, they’re worth something. That they don’t have to chase the next big shiny thing, that they don’t have to be a millionaire by age 30, that they don’t have to « be someone » because they’re already someone.

🍋 We’re always talking about how lucky Jupiter natives are and how free spirited they are, but the truth is, Jupiter is also about expansion and sometimes I feel like that expansion translates in a pressure to be exceptional. And in this society, in this world, being exceptional is only valued at a material level. The number of Sag suns that I’ve met that felt like complete failures at like 20 years old is not normal. They’re so harsh on themselves. I wish I could give them all a big hug

🌊 The power of pisces mercury lies in their intuition. As virgo’s sister sign, it makes sense that Pisces mercuries don’t find their answers through logic and evidence-based facts but rather intuition and feelings. It can be hard for them to trust that gut feeling or to feel intelligent cause if someone asks them « well how do you know? » their answers most likely will be « Eh, just a hunch » But trust it, it’s one of your many gifts

🌅 I used to be so fascinated with people with Aries and Gemini in their birth chart cause I found them so comfortable with people, the life of a party type of people and so damn charming. As I grow older though and begin to see life in nuances of grey instead of straight black and white, I’m able to realize that those people often suffer from people-pleasing tendencies, a sense of self that is either broken or fragile and codependent behaviors. It’s like their sense of worth is tied to how much people like them.

🐬 Cancers are very loyal, I know it’s not a popular sign on mainstream medias and people love to shit on them, but the truth is, Cancers will have your back, no matter the placements. If you’re ever loved by a Cancer, make sure to treat them right !

🍋 People who are not that much into astrology will meet a Leo and be like “omg, you don’t act like a Leo at all, you’re not arrogant or an attention whore” When we look at Leos celebrities, it’s easier to see that arrogant, flashy, extra side. But irl, we rarely meet that “kind “of Leos, right? (Except at bars lol) The reason for it, I found, is that Leos, for the most part, have personas. First of all, they’re a lot more private than you’d think. I believe that most Leos loooove attention, but they also know when it’s appropriate to show it or not. Depending on their other placements, they’ll decide when to grab that spotlight and when to leave it to others.

🌊 I had this girl that I knew that was a Leo sun (and I’m sure a bunch of virgo placements) and everybody was shocked of her sun sign because she was introverted, quiet and observant. But she was still a theater girl, wanted to be the main character (preferred the villain), veryyyy assertive when it came to her boundaries or what she liked and didn’t liked, and very extra and colourful in her outfits. The reason why I don’t like mainstream astrology is because it’s a bit childish in the way it describes a sign. You can love attention but show it in a way other than screaming and dancing on tables. This girl, for example. To me, she was a Leo sun to a T.

🌅 Aquarius placements 🤝🏽 their desires to connect with someone through intellectual stimulation, but refusing to show and acknowledge their deep rooted fear of intimacy and vulnerability

▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄

and that’s it from me, folks.

-B.

318 notes · View notes

asouefanworkevent · 4 months ago

Text

another fall is upon us! another woevember is coming!!

what is it?

woevember is an asoue fanwork event week, that will take place from november 10th through november 16th, 2024. every day of the week is dedicated to a different part of a series of unfortunate events or all the wrong questions for you to create something about! this year's theme is objects!

what do i do?

the prompts will be revealed now, so everyone has time to make something. between now and the week of november 10th, you’ll create fanworks about the prompts, and then post it on the corresponding day during november 10th - 16th! there will be the occasional countdown post between then and now too, so we all know how many days are left until posting begins.

don’t forget to tag this tumblr (asouefanworkevent) in the post so i can find it and reblog it, and tag the post with #woevember !

what do you mean by fanwork?

everything! fanfic and fanart are of course allowed, but woevember has always been meant to be an event that is as big or as little effort as you want! fanwork also means edits, gifs, analysis posts, headcanons!! your cosplay!! your photography!! your photosets!! your web weaving!! your moodboards!! your super short fics!! your sketchiest drawings!! your most ramble-y half-fic idea posts!! your wip scenes!! you merely saying ‘lemony snicket, though. am i right?????’ (and you are. you’re so right.) your loving macaroni art!! your embroidery!! your sculpture!! whatever you are moved to make from the prompts! i want people to be encouraged to and be able to create even something small that didn’t exist before for the snicketverse, and share it with other people!

are there any rules?

to keep the event open and comfortable for everyone, no explicit content. also, as always, sibling romance and age gaps will not be tolerated.

do i have to make something for every day?

only if you want to! feel free to just make something for one day if you want :) the point of having a different theme for each day is so some part of canon that you like comes up eventually, and you can at least make something for one of the days. or you get struck by an idea you might not have considered before! i want to get people thinking about all the intriguing things in asoue and atwq and the exciting, different ways we can interpret and create from the same idea.

what are the prompts?

the description under each prompt is just some ideas to get your brain going – feel free to take them in another direction too! whatever you want to come up with!!

november 10th - violet's inventions

the grappling hook! the toaster in the clock! the rock retrieval device! the bobblehead train stopper! even just lockpicking, and violet's ribbon, too! what else do you think violet has made, pre-canon or during canon? what does she make now? post-canon, does she have a job that relates to inventing? does she still invent in her spare time?

november 11th - the sugar bowl

the mysterious sugar bowl! lives have been lost in the quest to find it and it's important to both the snickets and the baudelaires, so says esme. where is it now? what was its importance? what was inside it? where was it during canon, before canon? who has had it before? did anyone have it before esme? what does it look like? how does it keep its contents safe? when was it first used? did it make it to the hotel denouement? is anyone still searching for it? what if it wasn't stolen?

november 12th - disguises

both the firestarters and the firefighters have used disguises --the same disguises, supplied by vfd. what other kinds of disguises have each side used, and for what ends? was a disguise ever seen through at the wrong time, or the right time? was a disguise ever NOT seen through when it should have been? even the disguises beatrice wore when she acted on stage, or the cow disguise worn by jacques snicket, or the denouement triplets pretending to be each other, what does it mean to wear a disguise and what do you do when you wear one? do the baudelaires, or the quagmires, ever wear disguises again? do frank and ernest ever pretend to be each other post-canon?

november 13th - the bombinating beast

our beloved statue the size of a milk bottle, valued upwards of a great deal of money! where do you think it is now? what did lemony do with it when he left stain'd-by-the-sea? who used it before canon? do the baudelaires ever encounter it? does it make its way back to stain'd-by-the-sea? and where is the bombinating beast itself now?

november 14th - books

lemony's a series of unfortunate events books do, after all, exist in asoue canon itself! what does vfd think of the books? who's read them? or books like the unauthorized autobiography, and the beatrice letters, and lemony's childrens books, what place might they have in canon? for all the wrong questions, who's read them? they were filed at vfd headquarters, after all. how many members of vfd know what lemony did during his apprenticeship? or books like caviar: salty jewel of the tasty sea, or stain'd myths, or lemony's pamphlets on the accordion, or even the classic children's lit books, like the ramona series by beverly cleary, and their place inside canon and especially vfd? or even beatrice and bertrand's a series of unfortunate events, the journal they contribute to on the island. who else has written in that journal?

november 15th - the duchess of winnipeg's ring

the ring that went from the duchess, to lemony, to beatrice, to back to lemony, to kit, to bertrand, to beatrice, to the box she kept it in, to widdershins as he searched the ruins of the baudelaire mansion, to ishmael when it washed up on the island, to violet, and to the second beatrice, who traded it to a shepherd for a yak ride. what other adventures has it been on? does the duchess ever get it back again? why did beatrice keep it in a box -- a box that kit's grandfather made the code for? what has the rest of the duchess' family done with it? what does it mean to them?

november 16th - free space!

do you have another object in mind? the spyglass, one of klaus's books, or sunny's meals, or the harpoon gun, or ellington's record player, or cleo's chemistry equipment, or something like the medusoid mycelium? the laudanum? all the things esme says are in or out? the baudelaire fortune? the quagmire sapphires? the fabled tito puente records? the ruins of the baudelaire mansion and what else might be there? all those objects mrs. bass had her students measure? jake hix's meals? cleo's car, or the bellerophon taxi? the vfd taxi? gustav's films, or the sebald code? violet's bread knife? kit's book raft? commonplace books? do you want to combine any of these objects with one of the previous days and create something with two objects for one of the previous days? so many options!! or do you care not for objects! use the free space to write about the item or character or relationship or thought or whatever of your choosing! feel free to pick a theme from a previous woevember event for the free space, if you'd like!

if you have any questions about anything, feel free to drop me an ask or a message!

happy creating, and i hope to see lots of you november 10th-16th!! ✨

#asoue #atwq #a series of unfortunate events #all the wrong questions #lemony snicket #woevember #my family suggested 'loving macaroni art' after last year's woevember and i have been saving it for this year's post. teamwork everyone!!

82 notes · View notes

camillasgirl · 19 days ago

Text

Queen Camilla's speech to mark Holocaust Memorial Day, 23.01.2025

Survivors of the Holocaust, Survivors of Genocide, Ladies and Gentlemen. As Patron of the Anne Frank Trust UK, it is an honour and a privilege to join you to remember the victims of the Shoah and of genocides since the end of the Second World War. It is also an opportunity to renew our commitment to two simple, but powerful, words: “Never Forget”.

This year we commemorate the 80th anniversary of the death of Anne Frank in Bergen Belsen, at the age of 15. Had she lived, she would be 95. Miraculously, her father, Otto, survived. He had been one of the 7,000 people freed on 27th January 1945, when the Soviet Army marched under the gates of Auschwitz that bore the sign, “Arbeit macht frei”, “Work makes one free”.

Words, as I said just now, have power. Those over the gates of Auschwitz represent one of history’s greatest, and most evil, lies. But Anne knew that they were always there to offer truth, comfort and hope. A year before she died, she wrote a promise in her diary: “I’ll make my voice heard, I’ll go out into the world and work for mankind!”. She was never to do so in person. However, over subsequent decades, and thanks to Otto’s tireless efforts, Anne’s diary has become the enduring embodiment of that promise. We can only guess at what she would have made of her legacy. Yet her story demonstrates that even the quietest, loneliest voice in the wilderness can change the world. That is the true power of words.

Anne’s life and death continue to inspire an anti-prejudice movement across the globe, including the Anne Frank Trust here in Britain. Last year, you reached 126,000 young people in this country alone, with your distinctive combination of Holocaust history, education about discrimination and youth empowerment. I am proud to be your Patron and grateful to all of you who support the Trust in its vital work – thank you.

Five years ago, I heard another survivor, Marian Turski, a Polish Jew, speak at a ceremony to mark the 75th anniversary of the liberation of Auschwitz. During his testimony, Marian said this:

I shall not be telling you about the very worst experience, the tragedy of being separated from my nearest loved ones and sensing what awaited them after the selection. I want to talk with the generation of my daughter and the generation of my grandchildren about themselves…. Don’t be complacent, whenever you see the past being misused for current political purposes. Don’t be complacent, whenever any kind of minority is discriminated against. Democracy itself lies in the fact that the rights of minorities must be protected. Don’t be complacent… Because if you become complacent, before you know it, some kind of Auschwitz will suddenly appear from nowhere and befall you and your descendants.'

Today, more than ever, with levels of antisemitism at their highest level for a generation; and disturbing rises in Islamophobia and other forms of racism and prejudice, we must heed this warning. The deadly seeds of the Holocaust were sown at first in small acts of exclusion, of aggression and of discrimination towards those who had previously been neighbours and friends. Over a terrifying short period of time, those seeds took root through the complacency of which we can all be guilty: of turning away from injustice, of ignoring that which we know to be wrong, of thinking that someone else will do what’s needed – and of remaining silent.

Let’s unite in our commitment to take action, to speak up and to ensure that the words “Never Forget” are a guiding light that charts a path towards a better, brighter, and more tolerant future for us all.

As Anne wrote in her diary on 7th May 1944:

"What is done cannot be undone, but at least one can prevent it from happening again."

Thank you.

#queen camilla #speech #quote #IMPORTANT

43 notes · View notes

starlingsrps · 6 months ago

Text

just forget the world.

alex has very easily become a part of manon’s life in a way that makes her realize exactly how lonely she was. adrien is gone nearly every night now, closing the store and taking off, usually only returning again when it’s time to fire the ovens. naturally, these activities are not for her to know of. as much as she would like to argue and pester because she is a resistance member too, the finality and firmness with his denials makes her think that it’s for a damn good reason.

so she spends her nights with alex. he’s good at staying quiet and away from windows during the day and she’s not entirely sure what he does do all day, to be perfectly honest. but he’s someone to talk to and play cards with at the end of the day. it’s been so long since she was around people her own age that she’d forgotten what it was like to not be the child in the room. he can make her laugh, however rusty the sound. if it seems like he never stops talking, he at least has interesting things to say. they probably talk too much. like the other downed pilots they’ve harbored, he’ll be gone soon and she won’t know what happens to him next. getting attached is a terrible idea but she seems to have done it anyway without realizing.

“what do you miss most?” she asks one evening, trying to distract him while she checks his arm. he doesn’t have much of a pain tolerance and distracting him seems to help. frankly, he’s kind of a baby about it.

he shrugs his free shoulder. “i don’t know.” he pauses to think. “home or the base?”

“either, i suppose,” she says, probing the bone. it’s healing nicely, if she does say so herself.

“let me think about it.” he winces as she checks for signs of infection. “what do you miss? from before.”

she goes quiet, trying to think of anything. she was barely eighteen when the occupation started and anything before that feels like it belongs to a different person. the things that did bring her any joy were so slowly taken away from her that she never had a chance to replace them. she misses school of all things, feeling pretty without worrying about it catching the wrong eye. she used to like dressing up and fussing with her hair and makeup but the wolf whistles and predatory looks had taken any pleasure out of it. she dresses simply now, braiding her hair and keeping her eyes down.

she misses susanne like a limb but doesn’t know how to say it without it sounding dramatic. it’s the truth but it doesn’t feel like something she’s supposed to say. he doesn’t know what happened to her and she doesn’t feel able to explain it tonight.

“i don’t know either,” she says with a shake of her head, sweeping the rest away. “movies, i guess. we haven’t had anything new in ages.”

“we always got them,” he says. “back at base.”

she rolls her eyes and he seems to catch that she’s kidding because he laughs. “flyboys.”

“could die tomorrow: what if i missed the new gary cooper?”

“perish the thought. i know you don’t miss new movies.”

“going outside,” he says promptly. “don’t get me wrong; you’ve both been great but…”

“you’re a little penned up.”

“and on my birthday.”

he says it like a little kid and it makes her laugh as she rewraps his bandage. “it is not.”

“it’s august twenty sixth, right?” she nods

and he looks triumphant. “it’s my birthday.”

“well , how old are you then?”

“twenty one. you want to see my papers?”

"you don't have them." she gives him a skeptical look but his face is as serious as she’s ever seen it so she supposes he’s not pulling her leg. she sighs, unfortunately sounding exactly like her mother, and he laughs under his breath. “fine. put on your shoes and follow me. if you tell adrien about this, i’ll kill you.”

he does as she says and they wind down the narrow stairs out of the flat and down to the alley. it’s dim and a little damp but at least doesn’t smell. there’s some light from the street lamp at one end and her bicycle propped against the wall. as a slice of paris, it’s far from the best she could offer but it’s not the same four walls he’s been seeing.

“voila,” she says with a flamboyant gesture. “paris.”

he takes a few steps forward and manon lunges forward to grab him by the collar. he stops, looks over his shoulder at her and grins. “not even on my birthday?”

“not even on your birthday,” she says gravely. adrien would kill her if he found out he was even in the alley and frankly she’s not sure if his smile or the fear or being caught that has her stomach in a knot. “get back to the step.”

he gives her a sharp salute with his free arm and edges around her to get back to the step. “yes ma’am.”

she glances at her watch and leans against the brick wall of the shoe shop next door. “five minutes of paris, only because it’s your birthday.”

“five whole minutes of paris,” he says, his voice a little dry. “incredible.”

“i could make it one.”

he laughs. “fine. so where are we?”

“in the city? the seventh arrondisment. the tower is that way, les invalides is that.” he cranes his neck at her words like he might be able to see over the buildings. “i’d take you to see them if i could.”

it’s quiet here at night once all of the shops close and people lock themselves indoors, quiet enough that the sound of approaching boot heels has them both freezing. immediately, manon feels like she should shove them both inside and never ever do anything this stupid again but knows that sudden movement is an easy way to get unwanted attention from a german on patrol.

there’s nothing else for it but blind, foolish action. she grabs him by his shirt front and pulls him down to kiss him. he’s stiff with surprise for a split second but quickly turns enthusiastic. his hand brushes along her hip and her waist to rest at the back of her neck to hold her in place to kiss her deeply and thoroughly. she’s dimly aware of a flashlight beaming down the alley and something muttered in german before boot heels click in the opposite direction but a bomb could drop in the street and she wouldn’t be able to tear herself away.

alex breaks away first and manon realizes her fingers are still clutching his shirt. he nuzzles her neck, making her sigh. her heart is pounding and for once, not due to fear. she’d forgotten how that felt. he smiles against her neck and lifts his head. “god i wish i had two hands right now.”

manon laughs and relaxes her fingers. “you managed.”

that smile again, the only thing she can see, before he kisses her again. this time, it feels real. not a distraction, not a disguise: this belongs to them. it’s slower, easier. his hand slips to her waist, pulling her flush against him and she stretches up to wrap her arms around his neck. she notices things, tucks them away so she can remember the first good thing to happen to her in years when he’s gone - the sound he makes into her mouth when her fingers tug at the hair at the back of his neck to get him closer because it doesn’t feel like it will ever be enough, the safety she feels in his hand curled around her waist. his heart pounds against hers. she could stay like this forever but the church bells down the block start to chime the hour and it startles them both out of the reverie.

“i think it’s been more than five minutes,” he murmurs finally.

through heavily lidded eyes, she glances at her watch over his shoulder - it’s been more like twenty. immediately, the wariness that has been her companion since the occupation returns and she supposes she should be thankful that another patrol didn’t pass and hear them speaking english or adrien decided to call it an early night for once. “we should go inside.”

they do and once inside, she feels as awkward as she ever has in her entire life. she wants to kiss him again and he’s looking at her like he wants to kiss her again. she could. he could.

she darts into her bedroom instead

#type: writing #s: manon x alex #verse: at the end of the world #xoxoxo lindsay

1 note · View note

falseconfdence · 2 years ago

Text

꒰⠀⠀⠀⠀seo changbin. twenty-four. cis male. he/him.⠀⠀⠀⠀꒱ hold your f*** horses ! greyson hwang has just been spotted walking into revolution headquarters. they are best known for being the label’s resident front desk worker and have been working with the label for three years. they share a lot of interesting things about life in the music industry on their social media, so make sure you don’t forget to follow them at @greyskiies. the office knows them for being heedless but i swear they’ve got a tenacious side as well. maybe that explains why they’re always associated with a sleepless night accompanied by the soft glow of the bedside lamp, black ink stained notes scribbled onto tanned skin, headphones at the ready as they dangle around your neck. their coworkers even voted them most likely to sneak into a recording studio. we’ll see how they live up to that reputation.

MORE INFO

father left when he was pretty young, raised entirely by his mother. he’s quite close to her and his older sister. all in all he had a decent childhood filled with happiness and love despite his father’s absence.

discovered his love for music at a pretty early age, he was always just a musical kid. as he grew into his teens, he got into producing and composing his own songs. he dreamed of one day becoming a singer or a hit producer.

alas though ! dreams don’t always come true. greyson’s certainly didn’t. thus he’s ended up working as a measly front desk worker at revolution records, while he dreams of becoming more.

makes a habit of sneaking into the recording rooms to use company equipment. he often sends songs to his mom, having told her when she moved away from new york that he was a recording artist.

basically, he didn’t achieve his dreams, his family all grew and moved on from the city, and he’s lying to them about being successful. all while working at the place he dreams of, just in a different sense.

in terms of personality, he's obviously very persistent. he doesn't give up easily and is headstrong in that way. he's not easily embarrassed at all. " heedless " is a great way to describe him as it’s basically to say he doesn't care to draw attention to himself good or bad, he just does and says what he wants.

he isn't mean or an asshole by any means, he’s definitely more soft hearted but not excessively kind. he won’t let people walk all over him, and will stand up for himself and for others. still, he’s more gentle than anything else.

you can find greyson’s stats HERE and some wanted connections HERE !! please feel free to hmu in ims or on d*sc0rd for plots !! thanks for coming to my ted talk <3

#revolution.intro #i know this isnt much but ... head empty fr #if anyone has any questions about grey pls lmk bc i will have answers for u !!!

9 notes · View notes

xlatrina · 6 months ago

Text

Lemme see…

IMO, starting with Sen(? I forget her name 😅 EDIT: Indeed, her name is Sen! 😌), I would say:

1) Sen(?) -> Fierce, Determined.

Based on her gaze, I think she’s the kind of person who knows what she wants. She’s probably the “I know what I want, and I know what I get” kinda gal (props to anyone who recognizes that saying!). If she wants something from you, she’ll get it — I think she’s that kind of gal. It’s like she always knows how to twist someone’s arm just right (yes, even in the painful way if necessary!).

Persuasive as hell. A little too good at the art of persuasion… like, she’s not a conwoman or anything but… shit, she might as well be, lol.

I feel like she’s a tough cookie. Maybe even the “no nonsense” kind. You think you’re running circles around her, but nah, she’s running circles around YOU my guy lol. Nothing gets past her, can’t NOBODY get over on her!

I feel like a part of her’s kinda strait-laced, though, idky. From what little I recall of her story, this is likely not true because she’s trying to free herself of immortality no matter what, so… yeah, heheh. But I feel like other than her issues with immortality, maybe she’s very strait-laced in most any other situation. Idk.

Like the type who’d probably tell you to stop walking in the road when there’s a sidewalk available… and you’re just like: “but it’s nighttime, and people don’t drive in Eridia like that,” and she’s all, “Ok, go get hit then, see if I care.” Lol, yeah. Something like that maybe, idk. Just a headcanon.

I don’t know if she’d be a perfume girlie but like… I feel like she’s a perfume girlie. I mean she’s already so pretty, so she must care about maintaining her aesthetic to some degree (or maybe she just wakes up like that, idk 🤷🏾‍♀️). I feel like she’d either smell like something very sweet and floral since she makes me think of a pale rose, OR she’d wear something deep and resinous. Idk. I think the perfume thing could make sense if (as morbid as it would be) she’s immortal, sure, but still aging. Cause like… think about it. As we age, our bodies stop working like they used to. Cells don’t multiply as quickly and our bones continue to wear.

… What if she’s… rotting?

Shit, I’d be desperate to formally die too, if that were the case!

Anywho, I feel like she’s a tough love kind of woman. Like, she scolds you, but then she gives you a little pat on the back or something when you do really well. Maybe a bit like a mom —not motherly by any means, but sometimes does things like that, which can kind of feel like a mom-ish thing to do.

I feel like she’s a great fighter too, lol, her gaze is too fierce and warrior-like to not be.

2) Leander -> Calculating

—there’s more going on in his mind than swaying the MC’s heart!! Leander is a sweet guy (or so we think), but sweet don’t mean stupid!

But I also feel like there’s something admiring or just generally adoring in his gaze. It’s almost like soft, but I feel like the sketchiness of the art here might have something to do with that.

The tilt of his head makes the gaze feel almost longing. I feel like he’s the kind of guy who makes you feel so special when he looks at you lol.

But green can also be associated with envy, jealousy, and/or sickness or bad health. Idk man… I don’t think he’s gonna beat the yandere allegations any time soon, haha.

3) Mhin -> Perceptive

—sees through you. Intense; they’re staring too deeply into your soul to be simply looking at you 😭 Analytic. They’re taking notes about you and will probably be able to tell you things about yourself even YOU didn’t recognize.

Kinda like: (Sighs) “You have a terrible habit of glancing around a room like you’ve never seen four walls before. You’re too obvious!”

And you’d look (down) at them like:

“Huh? Do I??” And for some of us, we may not be able to keep ourselves from insisting, “Nuh-uh, I don’t do that! W-what are you talking about, what do you mean?? When have I ever done that??”

And Mhin will roll their eyes, or depending on your affection level (I’m assuming TS will use a point-based system since it’s a game with worse/best endings), Mhin will smirk at you and say, “You’ve done that multiple times.”

Depending on how much of a nerd they turn out to be, they’ll probably even tell you exactly how many times you’ve done it!

4) Vere -> Deceptive.

They have beautiful, sparkly eyes that make you wanna stare into them till you fall in, but you and Vere both know very well that should you give in, you’ll regret it. Then again… maybe you won’t??

Refusing to look you in the eye like that, Vere very much gives you the impression right off the bat that he’s not one to trust. Hell, he looks like he’s plotting a scheme (Swiper no Swiping!! Headass…)

He’s intriguing. Pink eyes are rare —beautiful! —but so, so rare. Where is he from, why is he here?? What does he want from you, what does he really want?? Does he even know what he wants?? Hell!

5) … Elyon -> Seductive.

Like Sen, I don’t know much about this character or anything, so I can only make little assumptions. But his eyes seem very enticing —like Vere’s, they draw you in, but unlike Vere, he (probably happily) stares deep into your soul.

Almost like Mhin, you can tell he’s picking you apart and putting you back together. But unlike Mhin, he’s not looking through you, per se. He’s looking at you, right at you. It’s the kind of gaze you can’t escape —if you were looking or walking away, I feel like his gaze would never waver, and you’d know it —cuz you’d just feel eyeballs on the side of your face or the back of your head, lol.

Idky but I lowkey feel like he’s the kind of person who probably likes eye contact. I don’t remember much about his character and background and stuff, but I think he’s someone with a prestigious background?? Idk I just remember his flower being associated with royalty, I believe. And so, if that’s correct, I feel like he has these mannerisms that people who come from a background of power usually have (at least where I’m from!).

As such, he probably really values eye contact and will literally follow your gaze. Every time your head and gaze starts to shift over to the side, he will literally tilt his own head just to maintain eye contact. If you’re bent over or looking down when he’s talking to you, he’ll probably bend over, too, or crouch a little to see your face and catch your eyes, haha.

(As an introvert, I kinda hate ppl like this, ngl 😂😅)

I feel like he’s also the kind of person to give really firm handshakes. The kind of man who, for better or worse, tends to show power over others —even if that’s not really his intention—because… yk… he’s from a posh background! He’s probably from Hightown!! So… yeah!

Kuras -> Comforting.

With his eye shape and golden gaze, it’s like staring into a pot of honey. His eyes being light, it makes me think of sunshine. I feel like Kuras is staring at us with an air of warmth, like a kind doctor, which is quite fitting of his character, actually!

Kuras’ eyes are expressive. I feel like he has a gaze where you can’t help staring into them to try and gauge his feelings. Like, he’s pretty stone-faced —he doesn’t always make himself easy to read —but his eyes… idk, I feel like his eyes can give you a good idea as to what’s going on in his mind. Not always, but I feel like once you get to know Kuras more, you’ll find yourself looking into his eyes, and you’ll begin to notice every little thing in his gaze.

He’ll stare at you as he explains the prescription he wrote, and when he casually slips a joke in between his explanation, you’ll see his eyes squint ever so slightly as his cheeks press up into his lower lids. Or when you and Kuras take a little walk together and see something quirky, he might look (down) at you and almost like… smize.

In fact, I feel like he does that a lot! Like, he may not smile per se, but whether he does or not, I feel like he’s the kind of person where most of his smile is in his eyes. He just tends to look at you and just… smize! He’s a smizer!

(I think that’s really cute tho, lol).

Ais -> Intimidating.

Ais’ eyes make you feel like you’re a burglar caught with your hand in his pocket. Like he’s sizing you up almost, tryna figure out if he’ll let you go because you seem so freakin’ weak or if he’ll beat your ass because like… bruh, come on 😭 you’re trying to rob AIS of all people bruh??! Like maybe Leander (… MAYBE) cause he’s sort of nice enough to probably just loan you a dollar or something —but AIS??

Anywho, his eyes give me… inquisitive vibes. If he’s not staring you down like prey, he’s definitely the type to stare at you just for your reaction. That’s what I feel like, at least, lol. His eyes just tell you that he’s annoying asf.

And he is… lmao

Based on his gaze, I feel like he lowkey has a bit of a staring problem lol. He’s the type who just… stares at you. And you might get uncomfortable or agitated, and you’ll look at him and just be like: “What are you staring at me for?” And his annoying ass would probably be all like: (shrugs) “Didn’t think I needed a reason.” Like… BRUH.

Sometimes he stares as if he’s paying close attention, like, way too close attention. Like he’s just waiting for any sudden wrong move. That, or I feel like he’d stare at you and then begin to space off a little. Idk, he’s kinda giving… space cadet, lol.

Just a little, just a little.

——————

ANYWHO I GUESS I ACCIDENTALLY TURNED THIS INTO A HEADCANON POST SO… YEAH. Hope somebody enjoyed out there lol

Can’t wait til the game itself comes out and then I get to look back on this and laugh at how OOC it is 😭😅

What do you think each character’s eye design says about them? 👁️

#visual novel #indie game dev #touchstarved headcanons #headcanon #touchstarved vn #touchstarved leander #touchstarved mhin #touchstarved ais #touchstarved vere #touchstarved kuras #touchstarved sen #touchstarved elyon

3K notes · View notes

cleverhottubmiracle · 14 days ago

Photo

Over the past few years, Gen Z has earned a reputation as “Generation Stay-at-Home”, “Generation Boring”, or “Generation Sensible”. There’s no smoke without fire, and the number of young people who regularly meet up to socialise really has dropped sharply, with young men now spending more of their free time alone than any other age group. Further research published in 2023 found that people between the ages of 15 and 24 now spend 70 per cent less time in person with friends than those of the same age did in 2003. Relatedly, people in the 16 to 24 age group are three times more likely to say they feel lonely than those in the 65 to 74 age group. This decline in face-to-face socialising is palpably reflected in our culture. Social media is brimming with content which glamourises staying home in the name of self-care: one ‘6pm to 9pm evening routine’ video sees a young woman going home after work to light some candles and watch YouTube videos on her own. Perhaps it’s telling that Molly-Mae Hague is the UK’s most successful influencer, having built a wildly successful brand centred around an aspirational (yet relatable) kind of domesticity. “I’m not bothered about a social life, it’s not something I have been really interested in,” she told Steven Bartlett on the Diary of a CEO podcast back in 2021. More recently, in a vlog posted to her YouTube channel in December 2024, she put it more bluntly: “I don’t like having fun.” On the one hand, it’s cheering to see young people attempt to look after their mental and physical wellbeing by prioritising downtime. Nearly half of young people no longer drink alcohol, with many citing health concerns as their principal motivation for quitting. Given that excessive alcohol consumption can pose myriad health risks, we should be glad that young people are eschewing the binge drinking culture of the late 90s and early 00s. It’s also undoubtedly encouraging to see society become a little more tolerant of introversion – thank God it’s become socially acceptable to say no to plans simply because you need an evening to recharge your social battery. Labour market economists have been obsessed with the question of whether technology will replace market demand for human labour.But my question is different: What if tech replaces NON-MARKET DEMAND.And that’s precisely what we see: surging solitude. pic.twitter.com/ipdShBZGQj— Alice Evans (@_alice_evans) January 28, 2025 But it seems increasingly likely that we’re in danger of forgetting it’s possible to take ‘protecting your peace’ too far. An introvert myself, I entirely understand the urge to spend a Friday night watching Netflix and mainlining herbal tea. But being an introvert simply means you expend energy in social situations – it doesn’t mean it’s healthy for you to forgo social situations entirely (the opposite is true: loneliness can be as damaging to health as smoking 15 cigarettes per day). And although many people who spend lots of time alone claim to love embracing ‘JOMO’, it’s worth pausing to ask whether we’re glamourising isolation and playing up to being introverted as a response to feeling unable to have a fulfilling social life in the first place. Because there are a number of barriers preventing people in their 20s and 30s from socialising as much as they’d like to. There’s the cost: the average price of a pint is currently £4.79, an increase of nearly 30 per cent since before the pandemic. Even if you don’t drink, a cup of coffee purchased in March 2024 is 19 per cent more expensive than two years previously, with some cafés in the capital charging upwards of £5 for a large flat white. There’s also a rapidly diminishing number of places to go: venues across the country are shuttering at an alarming rate, with the UK losing 37 per cent of its clubs over the last four years alone. Many also report lacking the time or energy to socialise. These are all real, valid reasons why young people – especially those in precarious work – might be socialising less. But we can’t just throw our hands up in the face of these statistics and give up. been thinking a lot lately about this sort of performative uncoolness and I think part of it is cope that ur life just isnt that interesting and the other part is a brag that youre so ~fulfilled~ bc u dont "need" those other things ppl need (like having fun w/ friends) https://t.co/ZCCYjzYwRC— rebecca jennings (@rebexxxxa) January 2, 2025 Being reluctant to socialise is not only detrimental to yourself, but also to those in your orbit. Even if you’re sceptical that going out less could be harming your own mental wellbeing, there’s no guarantee your friends feel the same. You might feel relieved to turn down your housemate’s suggestion of an impromptu pub trip, but they might be desperate to leave the house. You might think of yourself as ‘so over’ clubbing at the ripe old age of 25, but your newly single friend might be dying for one night of fun. None of this is to say that you should always put others’ needs before your own; but part of being a good friend is making an effort, showing up, and being there – physically! – even when you’re not in the mood. In our fast-paced world, I can see how so many people have been led to believe that carving out great big wedges of ‘me time’ is freeing or ‘empowering’ – but having a sense of obligation towards others isn’t a trap. If anything, having other people make demands on your time is liberating. Jemima Kirke was being flippant when she said “I think you guys might be thinking about yourselves too much,” but she hit on a very real tendency among young people to lean into solipsism. We should strive for balance, and it’s likely ‘balance’ will look a little different for everyone (some of us might need just one or two nights a week of ‘alone time’, while others may need a little more). But if spending time with your nearest and dearest has inched closer and closer to the bottom of your priorities, eclipsed by gym sessions and ‘self-care evenings’, it’s likely time for you to reassess whether your current lifestyle is truly making you – or your friends – happy. !function (f, b, e, v, n, t, s) if (f.fbq) return; n = f.fbq = function () n.callMethod ? n.callMethod.apply(n, arguments) : n.queue.push(arguments) ; if (!f._fbq) f._fbq = n; n.push = n; n.loaded = !0; n.version = '2.0'; n.queue = []; t = b.createElement(e); t.async = !0; t.src = v; s = b.getElementsByTagName(e)[0]; s.parentNode.insertBefore(t, s) (window, document, 'script', ' fbq('init', '357833301087547'); fbq('track', "PageView"); Source link

0 notes

norajworld · 14 days ago

Photo

0 notes

ellajme0 · 14 days ago

Photo

0 notes

chilimili212 · 14 days ago

Photo

0 notes

oliviajoyice21 · 14 days ago

Photo

0 notes

halcyon-digest · 4 months ago

Text

2006

Art Klaudt: Visiting North Connell and listening to Massive Attack's "Collected"

Anonymous 2: unknown

ava: my certainty of time is getting fuzzy but maybe reading nancy drew books on the balcony of the hotel room overlooking the beach, eating chocolate chip pancakes and fighting the breeze to turn pages. or was that the next summer

kate: This year sucked. Being 13 sucks the most, of all ages. I was a star student and my grades were dipping and I could tell my dad was disappointed. He was also embarrassing me by doing things like emailing my science teacher to say I found the classes understimulating, something I had never said, and certainly didn't want my science teacher to think I had said. I got an 81 on a report card and was crying in the car about it and my mom told me, I forget what spurred it, that my dad had said (about me) "maybe she's not as smart as I thought she was." I was really mad at him for years for that and kind of still am. But I'm also mad at her for telling me.

Anonymous 2: being brought by a friend's parents to see a concert they had box seats to. i dont remember much of the concert itself because when it started up a bunch of his dad's adult friends showed up and being surrounded by unfamiliar adults while loud music played overwhelmed me quite a bit and i hid behind the couch for most of it. i do remember there being free food though

Lucas: None

Anonymous 3: I was 15 in 2006. I have a memory of being in my schoolroom and looking at the people I hung out with who I named "my friends" and feeling how profoundly I didn't care about them. The tables were arranged in a square horseshoe. The carpet was blue and so was the upholstery of the chairs. I can remember a great number of the other people in my class who were in the room at the time, the spatial arrangements of the windows, door, whiteboard, teacher's desk, fire escape, and recall the colour of the trees outside (summer green). I remember feeling my life was stalled in that moment and I was somehow trapped for all eternity in that place with those people.

Anonymous 4: Splitting open my chin and getting stitches, and it looked like I had a mini beard for a week

superswag: N/a

v0w0v: I moved during my first year of kindergarten and got to have two halloweens because of this. My first day at the new school was the day that all of the kindergarteners put on their costumes and paraded around. It made me feel special.

Anonymous 6: My first Hanukkah

Anonymous 7: pretending that my stomach was rumbling in my grandparents very antipodean backyard (limestone brick walls, corrugated fence, one of those stained glass tables, etc.) i'm not sure why i did that; i think it was a sort of early development social signalling. or whatever.

binnie: Parents divorce, my dad moves out.

Anonymous 8: Don't remember

April M. Mildew: My ancient memory of being dressed up as a dragon for Halloween must be from this year. Is that a memory or a photo I saw? Maybe this is also the year where I sat in an inflatable chair, black with a flame pattern, at my new dad's house.

0 notes

loveditapp · 2 years ago

Text

Love And Relationship Quotes

• Dignity and love do not blend well, nor do they continue long together.

I saw galaxies in your eyes👁

• Finding your true love is not hard, you just have to be patient and find it with your heart. ❤

• Don't change yourself, for someone to make him love you, just be you, the right man will come.

• You can love the person you trust but you can not always trust the person you love.

• Love is the greatest feeling in the word but it can also be the worse.

• Being in a relationship is a full-time job. So don’t apply if you’re not ready.

• Love is when you accept a person the way he or she is.

• You’ll never understand love until you have experienced it.

• Our together is forever.

• I can't wait until I can roll over at 2 a.m. To find your lips 💋instead of a text.

• Girls want guys with a future, guys want girls with no past.

• Dear crush!! You've crushed me.

• There is nothing that is more beautiful than true love at a young age.

Download Lovedit app for more these free content from play store

• Love is when you can spend every second of every day with someone and it still isn’t enough.

• I want to be with you until my last page.

• You don't cross my mind👨, you live in it.

• Love is a fruit in season at all times and within reach of every hand.

• I didn’t forget that I love you, I just realized that you love her more.

• I fell in love with you because you taught me how to love myself.

• I only get jealous because I LOVE YOU, and I don't want anyone else to have you.

• Look at the stars. Countless, right? They represent the number of thoughts I’ve had of you...

• Six billion people in this world and all I need is you. :]

• They say Disney World is the happiest place on earth, obviously, they haven’t been in your arms.

• I need you like a heart ❤ needs a beat.

• A million feelings, a thousand thoughts, a hundred memories, all for one person......

• People say love is kind of like your virginity you can only give it to one person!

• Being in love. never goes out of style...

• When I hear your name, my heart smiles.

• Love is like a swing sometimes it’s down sometimes its up.

• Someday someone is going to look at you like you’re the best thing in the world.

• Love isn’t easy that’s why only those who are capable to tackle it, get it.

• You know a girl is serious when they say your name in a text.

• If you truly love someone, you should be more interested in keeping them happy than in being right.

• My hearts stops when you're with me.

• Love is like a game, the more serious you are, the more pain you get when you fail.

• By the way, I'm wearing the smile you gave me.

• Without you, there is no reason to wake up in the morning.

• If there ever we can't stay together keep me in your heart 💜 I'll stay there forever...

• Love is like air. You can feel it, but you can’t see it. Because love isn’t from the eyes, but from the heart.

• Hugging is a silent way of saying «YOU MATTER TO ME».

• Love is not expecting, love is accepting.

• I'll always be there to lift you up whenever you are down.

• You are the only clock 🕐 that’s ticking in my heart!

• All because of our little arguments and weird conversations, I fell in love with you.

• The one who know you than you know yourself love him like you love yourself because you are so lucky to have a man like him😄❤.

• Thank you, my love, for always making me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.

• You and I just have that connection😊.

• I get high on words and long talks.

• Love is an art that comes directly from the heart.

• A tight hug can do much for someone that's hurting.

• Long distance relationship will work if two people involve are strong in faith, love, and respect for each other.

• A strong woman is man's most powerful weapon.

• Your cute smile is all I need to battle all struggles in my life.

• Every morning I wake up happy because I know I will see you.

• Sacrificing your happiness for the happiness of the one you love, is by far, the truest type of love.

• You’ll always have a place in my heart, cos that’s where I keep my valuables.

• I look at you and you look at me...now I know why the best things in life are for free...

• Not all who make love, make marriages.

• Sometimes the people you love the most, are the ones that hurt you the worst.

• Fight for the fairy 👼 tale it does exist.

• I will take care of me for you if you will take care of you for me.

• Love starts with a hug, grows with a kiss, and ends with a tear.

• If I Can Only See You in My Dreams, Then Let Me Sleep Forever.

• If you can’t handle me at my worst, then you don’t deserve me at my best.

• When we first met, I had no idea that you would be so important to me.

• You are everything I want & more than I deserve.

• There is no true love without jealousy.

• When in love, eyes become ears and the heart becomes the eyes.

• Need advice on relationships? Get in touch with broken

soul or a one-sided lover.

• If the home 🏡 is where the heart ❤ is, then as long as I'm with you, I will be at home.

• Love can make you smile 😊 but can also make you cry

😢

Download Lovedit app for more these free content from play store

• You don’t love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her.

• You may not trust the people you love❤. But you can always love the people you trust.

• When you smile you simply light up my world to an extreme.:)

• I am like the minerals of water without taste without you.💧

• Being ONLINE doesn't mean that I'm chatting with others, It means, I'm waiting for your Text... 😊😊

• My love is for you something I'll never run out of.

• l love🙈u and that only matters...🥀

• You fall in love with the most unexpected person at the most unexpected time.

• Everything is better when we're together.

• I fell in love with you because you taught me how to love

myself.

• The best relationship usually begins unexpectedly.

• I can’t stop thinking about you, today... tomorrow... always.

• Being with you what I call happiness.😊

• If love is a game I want to play as long you don’t cheat!

• Love ... is loving someone even if they don’t deserve it...

• I want you to be happy😊, but I want you to be happy with Me.

• I may not be your first date, kiss or love...but I want to be your last everything.

• Love is not easy but I’m holding on to this...👫

• You were the sunshine of my life. But I guess an eclipse came in between.

• Love brings out the stupidity in you. It makes you want to

cry and laugh at the same time.

• I fall in love with you every single day.

• Love doesn’t cost you money or riches it costs you time and effort.

• I’ve found this new disease, it’s called LOVE. I know its contagious cause you gave it to me.

• The best feeling is when you look at him...and he is already staring.

• Tears can be trusted more than a smile. Because there will

be a true reason behind every tear.

• If loving you is wrong, I don’t want to be right and if I’m wrong there is no right.

• If you want to be together, you have to-get-her. 😃❤💑

• My love for you is like the ocean...you can see the

beginning but never the end. (:

• Never frown, because you never know when someone is falling in love with your smile.

• Anywhere with you is better than anywhere without you.

• Love is something that everyone is looking for but most will never have.

TO BE CONTINUED

Download Lovedit app for more these free content from play store

Too Read full article

On your mobile- Read full article for free

On Desktop - Read more

1 note · View note