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none-gavin:


An AU where for your entire life you’ve only seen black and white, until you receive the first touch from your soulmate and color blooms before your very eyes. The colors don’t stay when you’re alone, but when they’re there by your side and you’re touching? Everything is beautiful.

But what if you touch them and you look around and see all the colors, and beauty.You get caught in the moment and ask  ”Do you see it too?” And they reply “What are you talking about?” 

none-gavin:

An AU where for your entire life you’ve only seen black and white, until you receive the first touch from your soulmate and color blooms before your very eyes. The colors don’t stay when you’re alone, but when they’re there by your side and you’re touching? Everything is beautiful.

But what if you touch them and you look around and see all the colors, and beauty.You get caught in the moment and ask  ”Do you see it too?” And they reply “What are you talking about?” 

(Source: saltxxxburn, via briulloa)

I didn’t know how to love him
when he asked if I wanted to go grocery shopping
with him that Sunday morning.

He fixed the collar of his dress shirt
and told me it was fine that I forgot his birthday
and shrugged when I came an hour late to meet him for dinner.

He couldn’t swim yet I wanted to go fishing
and he joked about me being his life jacket
but I felt him going under and drowning in my excuses.

I couldn’t even love him on a Friday night after work.
He brought me a margarita and watched as I headed over to the bar
to talk to other men about a football game I didn’t understand.

You talked about your mother
like she painted the stars on a warm summer night
and I couldn’t help but laugh through the stories of your brothers.

I ordered myself takeout at your apartment
because you were too lazy to get up
to merely put some bread in the toaster and give me a little butter.

I ran after work to meet you for a drink
and you mumbled an insincere apology to reschedule
and forgot to call me back that night I needed you the most.

You told me I was pretty when I was going out.
I wished you had called me beautiful while I was pouring us cereal
in the middle of the night since breakfast just tasted better after 12AM.

A Story A Day #252 // Unrequited by Ming D. Liu 

(via mingdliu)

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They often told me
that one day
a prince charming
was going to come along
and sweep me off my feet.

So I stayed
bounded behind these gates,
waiting for the moment
I hear the slaying of dragons
and the galloping of his gallant horse.
I waited
and waited
for someone to
come show me love,
to prove to me
that it existed
when they should have taught me
to give myself love,
first.

Because princesses
need princes to wake up them,
to break the chains,
to kiss them,
and whisk them away
into a magical castle
where everything seems possible.

But I am not a fucking princess.

I am a woman
and I will build this damn castle
myself.
And all this talk about being saved
from the evil queen
and poisoned needles-
I can save myself.
And dreaming of a true love?
Well hey,
I am my own first love
and I won’t let anyone
sweep me off my feet
until I am free enough to fly on my own.

If life is ever a fairy tale,
then I am my own fucking hero.

A Story A Day #259 by Ming D. Liu

(via mingdliu)

(via mingdliu)

awwww-cute:

Was around my apartment in Toronto, saw this adorable little guy and my girlfriend wanted me to share

awwww-cute:

Was around my apartment in Toronto, saw this adorable little guy and my girlfriend wanted me to share

baconnnnnnn:

humansofnewyork:

His owner told me that according to a Native American myth, dogs with different colored eyes can see both heaven and earth.

this dog has seen some shit

baconnnnnnn:

humansofnewyork:

His owner told me that according to a Native American myth, dogs with different colored eyes can see both heaven and earth.

this dog has seen some shit

(via forestrees)

Like a film
that won’t stop,
these memories
keep playing back.

Spinning,
rapidly
and slowing down,
then pausing
to help me
remember
your voice,
your laughter
my dresses
and a foxy temper.

Dancing
in a coffee shop,
twirling
in a floral dress
as the door pries open;
you turned red
but it wasn’t your
underwear
that was showing.

Pillow talk
and white sheets.
Clean
and neatly
folded
until I jumped in.
I couldn’t stop talking,
you covered your ears
but you listened.

I still dance
like you are watching
and every street
reminds me of where
we used to meet,
and this tune
always
brings me back
to you.

A Story A Day #251 by Ming D. Liu

(via mingdliu)

(via mingdliu)