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For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.- Vincent Van Gogh

Happy Valentine's day, everyday for WangXian ❤

The true blasphemy of literature is the romanticization of romance. They make it beautiful—all soft words, and elegant lines—and enchanting, with magic sparkling in the margins.

And you can feel it in the depths of your soul, an unexplored ocean of laughter and tears and dreams all melded together.

The yearning of a kiss that brushes against the steady and so so warm pulsing beat of life—against the smooth skin of a lovers neck. The desperation to touch another being and feel that they’re alive, right there next to you—right there, and never leaving.

To love and be loved is a jewel among treasures and all that we each seek—all that we each desire.

It burns and it burns and it burns.

“I would know him in death, at the end of the world.”

“Come home and break my heart, if you must.”

“Occasionally, Fate pulls itself together again and Time is always waiting.”

“And perhaps it is the greatest grief, after all, to be left on earth when another is gone.”

“By you, I am forever undone.”

“One word from you shall silence me forever.”

“A heart’s a heavy burden.”

“My sweet nemesis.”

“If you have to go, you know I will go with you.”

and then?

and then.

The book is over.

And you remember that love like that doesn't exist.

Not in the real world.

And all you can do is cry.

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HERE. IT. IS.

THE. ART.

my best friend held me at gun point to draw this

I mean he definitely got the nicest one 😌

Summer on Berk

the funniest thing ever is picturing how unlike the various Bond women companion characters, Q in the car with James would be the exact opposite. Like, he wouldn't be erotically thrilled or terrified to the point of bloodlessness while Bond does 17 donuts and propels them off a cliff.

He'd be like bored trying to type an email on his phone not even looking up at the road as they drive vertically up a cliff while getting shot at by 50 henchpeople. He wouldnt even blink as they do a barrel roll mid air, suspended in his seatbelt upside down still typing on his phone, unbothered as his tie flies back into his face, while Bond is doing his best Chaos Agent Formula 1 stunts to keep them alive.

Number one, Q built the damn car and knows more than what it is capable of withstanding - so why would he ever worry? Number 2 - it's just hilarious picturing him typing away bored as James is pulling the smoke switches, the barrel guns, the flaming exhaust, and like reaching over Q who is still on his phone to pull a giant ass weapon from the glove compartment as Q, annoyed, is still preoccupied trying to still send texts and get a mobile signal in the middle of like some godless desert or Siberia.

And of course, Q occasionally (still not looking up from his phone, sighing at the inconvenience, while Bond is glaring at him), lifts a finger to hit a button himself to help.

this post & merthur