My Heart - Blog Posts
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This is so sweet!! 🥺
🎶 Mares eat oats and does eat oats and little lambs eat ivy 🎶
Felt like making something lighthearted and happy, needed some cheering up. x) think I might have overdone it, though lol. But! I’ve yet to meet a person who didn’t need at least a little cheering up! Hope everyone has a wonderful day ☕️🔸
The Heart
Oh what is the heart
Passionately beating in the chest
Lying in the creation of art
Most akin to the souls crest
Hearthstone of the body and mind
Where warm hardy flesh lies
Center of vitality for all kind
The reason we continue to rise
Oh what is the heart
The lifeblood of all needed protest
Often ignored by oppressors in part
Heavy closed hitter in the oppressed
The heart is many things to find
Whether an organ or symbol to the wise
Perception changing as it becomes more defined
Never perfectly clear where it truly lies
Huge shout out to Centauri, I saw this at top screen this year and had to vote for it, not sure how well it went because it is pain to find the results but it was one of the best there
I am happy I say, then I say it louder and happily to those around me in hopes that perhaps if I could convince them that I am, then maybe I will be too. I do it often, then I realize that everytime I hear the word happy my heart sinks, at how I'm making myself believe an emotion that I do not truly feel. Just for a brief second, my heart falls into my stomach before coming back up again with a smile. There, happy.
© Raina Rose.
His eyes held a glimpse of another world, an ocean of love; one I wish to drown in. The only thing left to do now is surrender. For to be that close to him, you can't help but fall in love, over and over again...
© Raina Rose.
I woke up in a daze, it was 3am. Pulled the phone from underneath my pillow and dialed your number with my eyes closed. It was then that I realized we weren't a thing anymore, there was no relationship between us, no name for the distance that bridged the two of us together anymore. I stared blankly, it took me awhile to process the information, for me to completely fathom that you and I are two separate entities now. It hurt for a bit, then I tossed around in bed to see my vanity standing empty. You used to leave your cigarettes there. It hurt again. I covered my face with my blanket only to realize how much it smelled like your cologne and the bourbon you spilled the other day. It hurt more. Caving into all that should have been, I played the audio you recorded in my phone last summer. Your laughter, your words, the way you said my name and the song you sang, it was all painfully beautiful. How can something so beautiful, so precious, so loved become something so painful, so broken and so empty? I couldn't feel my heart anymore. It was 3.30am, my sleep was gone and so were you.
© Raina Rose.
"It was an extremely normal day and I decided to ruin it by walking down his street. The sun was setting and I could see the lights turned on in his room. I sat by the pavement across his house and drifted into another world. I was sad, I felt empty since he left but seeing him every now and then bought back memories that made me smile in pain. How do I not glisten beneath the sun, my very own sunshine. I heard he was alone again, I didn't want a relationship, let alone one with a broken heart. I just needed to steal another glance to paint a picture of love, or what it meant to be loved. My eyes were heavy but little did I know the day had barely begun..."
© Raina Rose.
i just watched white palace (1990) and uuuh-oooh the spader brainrot is getting real deep
(gosh he's so mesmerising in that movie i can't even)
Ice peeked around the door to see Mischi bouncing up and down in her Pack n Play, clutching her teddy to her chest. Sadie sat on the bed, searching through her phone, and made a satisfied noise when she found what she was looking for. She angled her phone towards Mischi, who beamed and said, “The dreamy song!” “That’s right! Remember who sings this, Mischi?” “Unca Tom!” The burning feeling in Ice’s throat inched up into his nose and behind his eyes, intensifying when Sadie pressed play on the video. There was some static, and then there was the sound of his own voice, only the slightest rasp to it from overuse. “Which number is this, Chip?” “Seven-ayyyyy!” Mischi cheered, in unison with Sarah on the other side of the camera. “Okay, y’know what I mean, don’t get excited, man,” the Ice of 2014 said, doing his best Davy Jones impression. 2014!Sarah laughed. The Ice of 2019 fought to keep his breathing steady. “It’s ‘cause I’m short, I know.” Ice heard himself strum a few familiar chords, and then: “Oh, I could hide ‘neath the wings of the bluebird as she sings; the six o’clock alarm would never ring…” Midway through the next verse, Ice felt a hand at the small of his back. Somehow, he managed not to flinch and turned around slowly, meeting Maverick’s eyes. He wanted to explain, to say that he’d recorded hundreds of videos in the aftermath of his diagnosis—songs, stories, messages to friends and family—in case of the worst, but hadn’t touched them once since finding out he was cancer-free, not wanting to somehow jinx his luck. Not wanting the reminder of what he’d lost. But Maverick didn’t say a word. All he did was offer his hand, and Ice’s throat closed completely when he took it; let Maverick wrap his arms around him. And from the guest room, the sound of Ice’s voice rang clear and true: “Cheer up, sleepy Jean; oh, what can it mean to a daydream believer and a homecoming queen?”
a scene from the first chapter of my icemav fic bring back that lovin' feelin', drawn by the incredible @patbbangg ❤️❤️❤️
no because them🥺♡
Top Gun: Maverick (2022)
for you, what were the most beautiful aspects of SoSoo?
ah, i love this ask and honestly there is so much i love about SoSoo but these 4 are the things that literally make my heart hurt:
Soo picking up So’s handwriting: The drama really didn’t do this aspect enough justice, and it felt like a minor throw in for drama. But to me it was so much more than that. She loved him so much that she ended up having the exact same handwriting. For years on end, she would write out his words to her because even if he wasn’t there physically, his words became ingrained in her soul and part of her being. And I just find it beautiful.
Soo imagining So’s presence: This completely shattered me. She literally went about her last days pretending he was there with her. And if an outsider saw her smiling they’d think she’s happy and has moved on, when in reality the only way she can cope is by pretending that he’s there with her.
So’s unfaltering loyalty: Once he started trusting her, he never truly stopped. Not when she didn’t trust him, not when she lied to him and not even when she wrote in an unknown language. He was completely and utterly devoted to her.
So’s determination to reincarnate and find her: This man has literally gone through hell, and will live his in complete loneliness, but its the thought of meeting Soo again in the next life that keeps him going through the pain.
Building Number Twenty-Seven
Summary:
Everyone was watching him, and it made him cry even harder. He was angry at himself. They were staring because he was crying. If he stopped crying, they would stop staring. He knew that. He wanted them to stop staring. But he couldn’t ever make his body do what it was supposed to. He tried his best to avoid getting snot on his shirt. He was pretty sure it was his only shirt, now. He didn’t want it to be all snotty.
This is the story of Clive’s first monster surge, when his family took shelter in the Geller Estate.
@dolotonglo did you know I would see this or something ;-;
If you're a creator and you needed to hear this today:
You have no idea how many people lurk on your work. No idea how many times people go back to revisit your work. How big they smile when they simply think about your work. How fast their heart beats, how excited they get when they see that you posted something.
People are shy with their feedback. Sometimes it’s because they’re simply shy. Other times it’s because they assume you already know how great and talented you are. Could be both.
My point is, even if you barely have any likes or reblogs, don’t get discouraged. You have a lot of silent fans, but they are still your fans. Keep on creating. Because there is always someone out there who will love what you have made.
Gorgeous Amy Winehouse So Loved And Missed One Of My Longest Serving Loves And Inspirations ❤️
Happy 53rd Birthday Superstar Always Loved & Missed 🥁❤️
Happy 63rd Birthday To This Sexy And Super Cool Man + One Of My All Time Favourite Frontmen Mr Axl Rose!! Hoping That He Has A Really Special & Wonderful Day!! 🥳❤️🔥🌹
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** Photo Credits Go To Whoever Took Them. Collage Created And Edited By Me @ladyrosesblog
There’s a quote from Bert where he says he‘s “known big bird since he was a little bird” and the thought of it makes my heart cry so here’s that
THIS IS SO CUTE AND LOVELY AND MAGICAL!!!!!! (-^ O ^-) <3 <3 <3
OKAY BUT MY GIRLFRIEND LITERALLY MADE ME A CUTTLEFISH?? AND IT IS THE CUTEST??? HOW DID I GET SO LUCKY (annoyed cat for size reference >w>)
This is literally the most uplifting video of all time??????????
nk-illustrates:
Thai Tea Fox.
It’s high time we simply stopped assuming that Japan will ever run out of impossibly cute ideas. The latest work of exceptionally kawaii design from Felissimo (previously featured here) is an almost painfully cute series of four pouches that look so much like real-life bunny rabbits you might feel bad simply using their zippers.
The four rabbits pictured here are going to be released once a month over the next four months via the Felissimo website. We highly recommend buying them all to create your own personal bunny pouch herd.
[via RocketNews24]
“If a man’s wearing his pants on his head or if he says his words backwards from time to time, you know it’s all laid out there for you. But if he’s friendly to strangers and keeps his home spick-and-span, more often than not he’s done something even his own ma couldn’t forgive.”
-No-Bark Noonan, for the lovely @carletoncolton!