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I saw you from across the street,
Watched you through the pouring rain
Before I sighed and looked away.
My hands are red, and I can’t
Look you in the eye, but I can’t
Tell you why.
I can’t tell you I can’t bear to look at you
Because you remind me of my old life,
That you were my greatest mistake
And I wish I could take you back,
But please keep on ignoring me,
I can’t afford another distraction.
The shadows among the corners
Of my room all have names,
And yours is the one that stands
The closest to my bed.
I’m sorry for letting you go,
Now you’re just a bad memory,
That golden childhood was just a fantasy.
And it’s nothing personal
You just got in my way,
You keep turning up like a bad penny,
Leaving a bad taste in my mouth.
So I saw you walking down the road
Just the other day
And I tried to call your name,
But my traitorous tongue wouldn’t comply.
So I just crossed to the other side of the street.
And sometimes I still try to call you up
Before I remember,
We’re not talking to each other anymore,
And I still feel that stab of loneliness
When you walk by and don’t look at me.
And I know I can’t have it both ways,
And I know it was my choice,
And you know you let me down,
But sometimes that’s the way it goes.
So I’ll just spend my days
Watching you go in and out of your house
Without saying a word,
Wishing you were someone I’ve never seen before.
Maybe someday you’ll be the one
Watching me in the rain
And wishing we could start over again.
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You’d never guess
That monsters listen to music,
Or have walls lined with books.
You’d never guess
Demons eat chocolate-chip pancakes,
Or love the ocean more than home.
You’d never guess
That the boogeyman likes children,
Or holds them when they cry.
You’d never guess
That the fey go to school,
Or hang out with friends in their spare time.
You’d never guess
That demons wear a human mask,
Or eat candy on Halloween.
I have many names
And I wear many faces.
You may not believe it
When you see me,
But be warned:
And lock your doors when
I come down the street,
Don’t let your children
Play outside when I come around.
Be careful and stay inside,
For the monster
Lives inside of me!
"Lily and my wife are very close since we finished, and Jamie and I hit it off from the time we met. They’re like my family." - Kevin Zegers
Imma just let this sit here
MOTHA FUCKIN SCIENCE
They turned RNA into an anti-virus program. That is amazing.
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People always ask me why I like poetry, and I always say, “Because it saved my life.”
As promised, one of my self-portraits.
This photo was taken at a thrift store in Richmond,VA that no longer exists.
Then again, neither does that person :p
Another one at 80 followers, maybe?
Wait—is that you laying in the floor?
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The humane society in my area will be closing, and so they must get rid of all their animals ASAP. The Pensacola, Florida Humane Society has taken in as many as possible, but (as always) they are full to capacity. These animals must be adopted very soon or they will be euthanized. I love animals and it hurts my heart to think about these animals dying. So, please, if anyone wants to adopt a pet and you live near Florida, please contact the Pensacola Humane Society!
I’ve witnessed the incredible things simply getting word around can do, so it would really help if you reblogged, sixpenceee
Thank y’all if you reblog ❤️❤️❤️
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"It’s been a week," Isabelle complained. She and Clary were laying on her bed at the Inquisitors house, their feet propped against the wall. "What’re we waiting for? Hell to freeze over?"
“Hell IS cold,” Clary said to her. Isabelle frowned.
“Only the ninth circle. The point is, when is anything going to happen? Nothing’s been blown up or burned down in DAYS.”
“I agree,” said Jace, sitting against the far wall. “It’s been getting pretty dull around here. I haven’t killed anything in weeks, and they won’t send patrols out into the mundane world.”
“For good reason,” Alec argued from where he had wedged himself into the corner. “There’s a mass murderer on the loose. Am I the only one concerned with this?”
“Jia Penhallow’s concerned,” Jace replied. “I’m sure you could go hang out in the Consul’s office with her.” Alec put his face in his hands and groaned.
“Am I the only one who’s got any common sense around here?”
“Have you heard anything from Magnus lately?” Isabelle asked, trying to change the subject. “Anything interesting happening back home?”
“Yes, do tell,” Jace agreed. “Last I saw him, he was teaching himself the lambada.”
“It was the flamenco, actually,” said Clary.
“I thought that was Simon.”
“No, he kicked himself in the head during training. Why would he want to learn to dance?”
“Alec kicked himself in the head once,” Isabelle said mildly.
“I remember it well,” Jace agreed.
“Nothing has been happening, apparently,” Alec told them. “He and Caterina Loss put on a fireworks display the night before for the Fourth of July.”
“Too bad we missed it,” Clary sighed wistfully.
“Blame the Clave,” said a new voice from the doorway. Everyone looked up to see Clary’s brother, Jonathan, in the doorway. His long platinum hair was pulled back. “They’ve been bickering non-stop since the beginning of the week over what to do.”
“What have they been saying so far?” asked Isabelle. Jonathan looked at her, a haunted look in his eyes. They’d dated for a little bit, but Isabelle had broken it off after a while. Jonathan had really been in love with her, but she wasn’t in love with him.
“They can’t decide if they should send Shadowhunters as back up for the institutes or if they should call for back-up for Alicante,” he said. He sounded more tired and haggard than Clary ever remembered him sounding.
“So what—?” Clary began.
“Guys!” exclaimed Helen from behind Jonathan, nearly mowing him down. “Sorry,” she said to him, not sounding sorry at all. She turned to address the rest of the room as. “Aline was able to get a message to us this time and tell us that Hodge’s plan of attack would most likely be the institutes.” For such grim news, she seemed obscenely cheerful, grinning and bouncing on the balls of her feet. She was ready to fight.
The day after the Academy fire, which they’d managed to put out before it had spread further than the west side of the building—it was currently under reconstruction, and Simon was staying with the —Aline had been sent back to Hodge’s camp in Brocelind Forest. Prior to the night of the fire, she’d been unable to send a message to the Clave regarding the events of that night.
Isabelle sat up. “So we’re going home?” she asked. Helen nodded.
“We all are—except for a few who are staying behind to defend Alicante just in case,” she said. “Robert and Max Lightwood, of course, Jocelyn and Val, and Jia are staying, but you all, as well as Maryse, Luke, Simon, Jonathan Wayland, and Diana Wrayburn, are going back to the New York Institute.”
Isabelle and Alec said nothing, just nodded and looked down at their hands in their laps. It was no secret that Maryse and Robert were divorced, that Robert stayed in Alicante as Inquisitor, while Maryse ran the Institute in New York City, but no one liked talking about it. Jonathan Wayland was Michael and Elizabeth Wayland’s son, who was about 16, but he spent his time with his parents and little brother here in Idris in their family manor when he wasn’t traveling abroad.
“Patrick Penhallow has agreed to go back go the San Francisco Institute with me and Aline,” she added.
“When are we leaving?” Jace asked eagerly, flexing his fingers as if itching to wrap them around a seraph blade. Simon had once said that all Shadowhunters were suicidal, and Jace was a prime example of this. Sometimes, when Clary felt the thrill of anticipation before a battle, she wondered if perhaps her best friend wasn’t wrong.
“We’re leaving in two days.”
“When is Aline getting back?” Alec asked.
“Tonight. Though after her unexplained extended absence, she won’t be able to return to Hodge’s group. It would look too suspicious to them,” Helen said. “I suggest you begin preparing.”
* * *
The next day was a frenzy of packing and running up and down the stairs. Staying in a house full of restless Shadowhunters wasn’t anyone’s definition of fun, and everyone was desperate to get out.
Val, Clary and Jonathan’s little sister, who spent most of her time playing with the Wayland’s little boy, James, at their house these days, was not happy to be being left behind. She follow her siblings around the house, watching them pack morosely.
“Will you come back?” the four-year-old asked in broken English. Clary looked down at her from where she was pulling clothes down from their hangers. Now she crouched down to look her in the eye.
“Of course I’ll come back,” she reassured the little girl. “Why would you think I wouldn’t?”
“Mommy’s afraid you won’t.”
The fear Clary saw in her sister’s eyes raised the hairs on her arms. That even such a small child worried about death made her sad. Shadowhunters grew up around death; no one ever knew if they would make it through the day. The next time you stepped out of your door could be the last. But Clary had always thought it was saddening to think that children had to grow up with that. She put her hand on Val’s small head.
“I swear on the Angel that I will return to you, and I will do everything in my power to keep our egghead brother alive,” she promised. Her half sister giggled and then ran off to find their brother.
Clary stood and looked around her room once more before adding a framed picture of herself, Jonathan, and Val, taken this year in their front yard, to the top of her duffel bag. She had plenty of photos of the three of them with Jace, Simon, and the Lightwood children, their adopted family, but they rarely had a picture of just the three of them. Then she grabbed her bag and headed out of her room.
* * *
Clary, Jonathan, Simon, and Luke met the Lightwoods, Jace, Jonathan Wayland, and Diana Wrayburn at the Inquisitor’s house, where Ragnor Fell, a warlock who had a home in the Idris countryside, was waiting with a portal to take them to Manhattan. He said nothing, but inclined his head.
“Are you ready?” asked Jia, who stood next to him, her mouth set in a grim line. Clary knew she wasn’t just asking them about the trip home; she meant, were they ready to fight and face the possibility of death.
“We are,” Clary said determinedly. Jia nodded and stepped aside.
“Then step through. And you might want to take a deep breath.”
Luke went through the portal first with both Jonathans, then the Lightwoods, and then it was just Jace, Clary and Simon. Clary took hold of Simon’s hand on her left and Jace’s on her right. She smiled over at her best friend. He’d been uncharacteristically quiet that morning, and now he stood, looking at the portal with a grimace. The wind rustled his dark curls.
“You alright?” she asked him. He looked at her and swallowed, then nodded. She ran her thumb reassuringly over the voyance rune that now decorated the back of his right hand.
“Then let’s go,” Jace said. His voice was devoid of it’s usual malice and mockery towards Simon, Clary noticed. Everyone was tense and solemn today. They weren’t just going home; they were going into a war.
Holding hands like children in fairy tale, they stepped through the portal. They were ready.
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All the flowers have bloomed in the garden
And I can’t feel you anymore,
But the flowers all know how I’m feeling
And they’re slowly dying away.
I know we’re better off
Not knowing how it could ended,
That we burned each other
Every time that we touched,
And it scorched us from the inside
Whenever we kissed each other,
But sometimes I think the burn
Was better than this cold that I feel.
I sat there and stared at the night sky
And named every star after you,
And every scar is named
After the places we’ve been,
And I thought I could keep you
But the cold’s rolling in.
You left me holding my umbrella
While the sun dissolved
Into a million little pieces
And rained down and burned me
Everywhere that it touched.
And the angels all cried
When the darkness came,
And the voice said,
“It’ll all be okay, someday.”
I tried to pick the roses,
But the thorns ripped open my skin,
And I sat there and cried as
The storm raged on over my head.
But then the rain came down
And washed the blood away
Like a watercolor painting.
And the icy water knitted back together
The skin your absence rended,
And maybe you thought
Going away would make me forget,
But don’t you remember,
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
A/N: This poem was totally inspired by Regina Spektor, who I listen to way too much.
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Reblog if you do too. Just to prove that it is more normal than what people actually think.
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Let’s face it, Henry Cavill’s hair was it’s own character in Man of Steel.
Some assholes have been putting nails in cheese and treats in dog parks in Chicago and Massachusetts. Also adding antifreeze to water bowls.
Please watch out for your dogs. And if you find out the address of someone doing this, give me the address and tell no one. I will disembowel them.
Antifreeze is fucking deadly as shit. Whilst my mom worked in the vets office the neighbor of a cat owner had become sick of his neighbors tom spraying by his house so he left antifreeze out for the cat. Animals are weirdly attracted to the smell and will drink it.
The cat was given to the vets and for 2 days it’s insides were slowly dissolved by the acids and it bled from his nose, mouth and even eyes.
On the second day, the vet not being able to help and refusing to let the cat suffer any longer put the cat down. The neighbor who did not deny his crimes didn’t even offer to pay the woman’s vet bill.
SO THE BIGGEST FUCKING SIGNAL BOOST TO THIS POST.
Fuck who ever is doing this. They can fucking burn.
my friend had a cat and it drank antifreeze that was puddled in the driveway and one day they were knitting and it just vomited up all of its internal organs and fell over dead on her lap.
The perpetrators of all of this will burn in Hell.
A neighbor of mine threw a ball of hamburger full of rat poison pellets over our fence for my son’s dog. He survived, barely, but has had nerve damage ever since.
Okay, listen up, if your pet drinks antifreeze, do you know what the cure is? Alcohol. That’s right. To save your furry little friend you have to get them drunk out of their faces. Antifreeze is an inhibitor and stops your enzymes from working, but luckily alcohol stops that from happening. I learned this from my A Level Biology lessons, but here’s a source anyway http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/scotland/2617997.stm
Shit this is important SIGNAL BOOST THIS THANK YOU ALICE
what if tattoos just randomly appeared on our skin at key points in our lives and we had to figure out what they meant for ourselves
Do you mean House of Night?
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