elite_muses #26 mood + nostalgic|
What makes you feel safe?
ineffablefandom January prompt A mood + melancholy|
licenseartistic January mood + calm|
"Everything's fine today, that is our illusion." --Voltaire
talking_muses #23A mood + cold|
"I'm only telling this story once, and once only..."
"Something of vengence I had tasted for the first time; as aromatic wine it seemed, on swallowing, warm and racy: its after-flavor, metallic and corroding, gave me a sensation as if I had been poisoned." - Charlotte Bronte
thelyricalmuses #22 mood + cold|
It was the third hotel, but she didn’t know how many more there would be to come. Why she moved so much she didn’t know, but getting further and further away was the only idea she could think of. There were only a few suitcases since most of her things were still at his apartment, but she could make do with this for now. Besides, moving on and past without her things might make it easier in the end. If she could get away without the ghosts of his memories following her to wherever she went, maybe there would be a chance at this being all right.
fandom_muses #55 mood + indescribable|
I'd go back to the first time we met. No, I'm being honest. If I had that sort of a chance I'd go back to the start of our relationship and savor it all over again. It was special, even if the first date was absolutely horrible.
licenseartistic November mood + thoughtful|
#003 - Aerodynamically the bumble bee shouldn't be able to fly, but the bumble bee doesn't know it, so it goes on flying anyway. --Mary Kay Ash.
ineffablefandom December mood + happy|
The only time I had cabin fever was when I was a child and waiting for a flight that had been delayed for what felt like an indefinite period of time. I was five and my parents were taking us on a vacation to California, which would have been my first time on a plane. We arrived hours early as was common for my parents with anything else, but the indefinite delay of the flight contributed to exasperation by my parents.
I don't pretend to misunderstand because choices are what have to be made for lives to be saved. I was never a doctor - I never wanted to be, at that - but I made the sort of decision you have to on a daily basis. You've never forgiven it and I can live with that, but it's changed the way I have to live my life.
thelyricalmuses #15 mood + cold|
Looking into his eyes was like looking into a dusty mirror that needed desperately to be wiped clean. It would be easy to reach out and wipe away the fragments of the years that had locked them into separate realms, to join them once again into the life that had become theirs and no one else's.
She had a feeling that coming here was a bad idea. Going around in circles was never a good thing, and being indecisive was worse. This place wasn’t home any longer, she knew that, but it would always be home in her heart. Mississippi had changed from a place of beautiful memories to a land of devastation at the mercy of nature and its whim.
I was probably the only person in my family that didn't like holiday shopping. But I liked everything that surrounded it. I loved holiday activities with Mama, when she'd make hot chocolate and sing to us around the fire, or when Daddy would come in with the tree and his warm, rich voice telling us to come down and help decorate it.
thelyricalmuses #16 mood + cold|
She had been comfortable with looking back, thinking of what was and what might have been were they different people in different times. It became a ritual for her when the snow began to fall, the way that her thoughts carried on in the same fashion time and again.
Does history repeat itself? It has in my case, and that's always been the way it is. I can't seem to ever get myself past what I used to do and into a new routine of life.
She knew he’d never forget her, not really. They had a rather ill sort of relationship even in their state of being apart, where one could not go a day without thinking of the other’s lips, caresses, or voice, all of this while longing for more. It was a disgusting cycle, really, if either of them stopped to think about it, but they didn’t because they didn’t care.
When Stacy drove home to a quiet house and a silent bed some nights she wondered what would happen if she just turned the wheel a little too sharply and let the car take its own course. Not that she ever wanted to die, but more that she wanted to know what would happen to his world if she suddenly weren’t there. What would his life be without her, and what would hers have been without him? She knew he didn’t understand, even to this day.
But what did it matter? How were they really supposed to keep on going this way, with these strange encounters and tense moments, where nothing else seemed to matter except for when they were together? It was driving Stacy mad, just as his indifference drove her to insanity when he pretended she didn’t exist. He tried to pretend, that is, and failed, but it still hurt.
So there were in fact times when Stacy wondered just how much it would really matter if she was suddenly gone from his life. Because she really didn’t know what she’d do without him.
Muse: Stacy Warner
Fandom: House M.D.
Word Count: 264
I still remember back to when there was an us to talk about. We didn’t talk about us in the collective way other couples did, about one finishing the sentence of the other or knowing what the other was feeling at a given time of the day. Neither one of us bought into that side of things, we were both too cynical and devoted to our respective lines of work to dwell on that silly ordeal, but we did love each other. I think he might have actually loved me before I loved him, even though I was the one to say it first. Love is a funny thing.
My complete opposite is someone I haven’t met at this time. If I knew who they were I’d be cracking some remark about their integrity, something that Greg would probably burst into peals of laughter over. He did favor my Southern wit more than anything, or so he claimed. But I’ve never been the type to have excessive reason to chastise someone unless I vehemently disagree with what they’re trying to enforce.