#promises

“You are the glue that binds my heart to this life, each beat an oath of my binding love..”

I would super glue my hand to you so you would always be around, haha.. I’m kidding, that wouldn’t be fun at all - eUë

“Long before I was twenty, I was smoking excessively — fifteen or twenty big black cigars every day. My health was threatened, and my family often tried to get me to promise to stop, but I would not.

“One day I was standing in front of our house, when they told me the doctor had just said that my youngest sister, who had been very ill for some time, was dying. I went up to her room, carrying my lighted cigar, and before kneeling at her bedside I placed the cigar on a little table beside the bed.

“Niko,” she said, so faintly that I could hardly hear her, “you are killing yourself with smoking. Promise me you will give it up.”

“Yes,” I said; “if you will get well, I promise to give up smoking.”

“All right, Niko,” she said feebly. “I will try.”

“She did get well, and I have never smoked since. It was very hard to give it up, but I was determined to keep my promise. Not only did I stop, but I finally destroyed every inclination for what had been such a great satisfaction. In this way I have freed myself of other habits and passions, and so have preserved my health and my zest for life. The satisfaction derived from demonstrating my own strength of will has always meant more to me in the end than the pleasurable habits I gave up. I believe that a man can and should stop any habit he recognizes to be “foolish.”

–Nikola Tesla

“Making Your Imagination Work For You.” American Magazine, April, 1921.

I keep thinking if I have wronged myself by not reaching out for help. I keep thinking I have been a fool to not ask for help -for building concrete falls around me. But as it turns out, people are somehow built to let you down, to let go of your hand just when you need them to hold a little tighter. They let go. 

All the promises and pacts, all the words and boasting, all of that fades -just when you need it the most.

I hope you know that everytime I tell you to get home safe, stay warm, have a good day, or sleep well, what I am really saying is I love you. I love you so much that it is starting to steal other words meaning.

I may not be able to

Promise you I will

Be there with you

At the end, but I can

Promise to go as far

As I can with you

on your life journey

- DP

grufflepuff-writes-stuff:

Fandom: Marvel/Avengers

Pairing: Loki/Reader

Category: Fluff. Fluff without plot.

Rating: G.

Summary: Loving Loki isn’t always easy, but goddamn if it isn’t worth it.

Warnings/Notes: Ah, this is it! Now that I have posted this 150th Lullaby, I have to take a short hiatus so I can focus on doing stuff for the job that pays my bills. This will be the last Lullaby until the first or second week in September (so…really not that long from now), at which point I will start posting one Lullaby each week on Sunday evenings/nights. As you may know, I turned Anon back on for my Ask Box, primarily so that people could send me anonymous head canons without fear of…I dunno, discovery or something. I would love it if you could send me a couple of headcanons you’d like to see out of me—almost any character I’ve ever written for, though of course I’m going to do best with Marvel and Hobbit characters.

Forever and Always

It was not easy, being in love with Loki. It was hardly his fault, given all the things that you knew about his life before you met him, but he could be a tad overwhelming, sometimes. His spirit was just so…large. There was so much to him, so much life and contradiction and, yes, mischief. For the most part, you adored everything about him. Really, the only problem you had was with how he made you see yourself. Compared to him, you were… stodgy. You were boring. He was light and life and excitement and you were far too similar to the Tolkein’s Hobbits, but the boring extras who sneered at adventure—certainly not Bilbo.

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Call me let’s go for a beer and reminisce on times we said we’d never talk about- Roaming Muse ( C.K.K.S)

Sting || Fields of Gold

(20/01/21)

I imagine you on my fingertips,

loving me,

as you promised/

but promises are meant to be broken and caress your heart in misery,

I don’t blame you, but naïve little me/ 

Tears race across the sky, leaving my body damp,

but I’d rather feel empty,

 than taken back to when I didn’t feel anything at all…

2014. What a motherfucker of a year. Exams, stress, graduating etc etc. I have to say, I’m not a big fan of 2014. We did not part amicably, and it left a few scars. So i’m happy we’re through, and curious about what this new year will bring, although I don’t expect much - it is my rebound year after all. So I guess this year’s resolution is to keep it light, have some fun, and not expect too much. Which is a difficult resolution for me, especially the “keeping it light” part. But we’ll see. It’s only the 1st of January after all. A lot can happen in a year.

My smile is hiding the hurt you caused me. And I promise you, you won’t see the hurt again.