#tales of love

[random-xpressions]

Sleepless by choice, to spend the night talking with the stars about you, has now become my latest addiction. I'm not sure who's more excited: the stars in hearing our tales or me in narrating it all to them...

Random Xpressions

[elijah-dawlish]

Hubiese sido inútil intentar escapar, así que para evitar quedarse sin su oreja derecha, dejó que su tía Poppy lo sacara de la vista de su tía Lizz.

Notó que sus ojos ardían casi tanto como sus mejillas, pero definitivamente llorar en ese momento era seguramente lo más estúpido que podía hacer. Ni siquiera si era porque se sentía furioso.

—Lo sé — respondió por fin, intentando que su voz sonara neutral—. Sé que sólo intentas ayudarme y nunca podré agradecerte lo suficiente. Sólo quiero estar a solas un rato. Prometo que no buscaré cruzarme de nuevo con Ally durante la fiesta. Intentaré pasar desapercibido para que el abuelo no me envíe a prisión. Lo lamento.

Entendía que la madre de Alice estuviera tan molesta, por eso no hizo el menor esfuerzo para oponerse a que se llevara a ambas. Todo lo que su sobrino decía, visto desde su perspectiva, era más que suficiente para hacer enfurecer a la familia completa.

— Qué bueno que sacaste las orejotas de tu papá.— Lo tomó de una de las orejas, alejándolo de los demás para poder hablar.— Tienes que calmarte porque no te estás ayudando en nada. Van a terminar echándote y no habrá quien pueda convencerlos de dejarte volver.— Incluso su papá estaba furioso, aunque se notaba que estaba haciendo su mejor esfuerzo por parecer tranquilo.

— No estoy diciéndote que tienes que evitarlas ni nada parecido, pero tampoco pongas a prueba tu suerte intentando acaparar todo su tiempo o cargar a la bebé a la menor provocación. Estás pidiendo a gritos que te encierren otra vez.— Por lo que él le había contado durante el viaje, nadie lo dudaría dos veces antes de enviarlo a prisión de nuevo si lo creían conveniente.

[detailedart]

Sixteen lovers and one who craves - stone softness

[asteroidtroglodyte]

5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

10 years ago, I was watching my Potential and Opportunities dissolve and evaporate in an ocean of cheap gin and expensive whiskey.

But 5 years ago, I was in Rehab.

One of the exercises they had us perform was to imagine ourselves happy, 5 years in the future.

Many of us in that room had forgotten how to imagine nice things happening to them. A few snorted (well, I snorted), finding the notion that we’d even still be around in 5 years grimly humorous.

For about half of us, it was the last stop on the way down.

But I indulged the therapist. I was there, after all, because I did not want to die. So, I imagined myself, 5 years hence.

Happy.

It came to me all at once; an artistic remix on Norman Rockwell’s Freedom From Want, reframed with myself placing food at the table.

Sunday Dinner At My Place, I answered, when it came my turn to share my fantasy. I was asked what food I imagined eating.

It’s not the meal itself, I said, it’s the implications framed around it. Sunday Dinner At My Place means that I have a Place. It means that I have Family that will actually speak to me and friends who actually want to see me. It means money enough not just to feed myself but others too. It means having the time to spare to take the time preparing the meal.

A lot of nodding heads all around me. A struck chord. Many people with no Place, in that place. Nowhere that would lament their leaving.

5 years hence, as I lay down to sleep in my Home, with my Wife and my Son, surrounded by my Art and my Flowers, I reflect.

It was a long road. It was hard. We lost people. So many people. There were long days and long nights and hospital stays. Angry arguments with ghosts. I changed, in ways I never hoped for, or expected. Good ways, finally, for once. Slowly, against the backdrop of a world in chaos, I found my mind.

Sometimes, My Wife wondered aloud, what she did to deserve me. After some stumbling with my feelings, I eventually settled on an answer.

I’m a Rescue.

She gave me a Home.

And, so, I gave her a Family.

It seemed fair

This Sunday, my folks, which whom I have not had a shouting match in years, will come over for dinner. We will cook and eat together. My Friend became My Wife, and she took a piece of me and with it she made Our Son. There will be many hugs, and no violence. Good Things Happened.

I don’t know who needs to hear this, but you don’t know what the future holds.

don’t give up yet, ok?

It could get good, even.

[miwkchii]

I will fall in love with you over and over again!!!

Tele and penelope listening to his tales ☆

[lauramakabresku]

The Living Flame of Love

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Happy one year anniversary to In Stars and Time!

[crumbpigeon]

what else ought there be?

[suntails]

✨ Once upon a time ✨

[chloesimaginationthings]

Vanessa made her suit for the FNAF mimic..

[egophiliac]

tsum events continue to be just the best

[detailedart]

Day date or night date? Following the (example of the) Gods, 1899 (1879), by Henryk Siemiradzki

[montereybayaquarium]

DITL of a veterinarian at the Aquarium

Let’s take a journey behind the scenes into a day in the life of Dr. Ri Chang (they/them), one of our two fintastic Aquarium veterinarians. From checking a turtle’s shell to looking down a shark’s throat—and beyond—they do it all! Dr. Chang's passion for their work shines through as they navigate care for diverse species, marine research, and education. 💙 🩺🦈

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