When I Said "(not Forced, Never Forced)"; I Meant That Because. You Can Fake Being Nice But You Can Never

being a performer in a concert hall and bumping into anakin skywalker. and you don't recognize him, perfect. you wouldn't need to anyway, it was another regular primeday for you and many of your fellow performers, why would you need to appeal to very, very attractive blonde in the throng?

then that's when you realize you bumped into the hero with no fear. in all his glory; dark jedi robes, and the flash of a lightsaber secured against his hip.

it takes a lot of courage for you not to fumble on your feet because something tells you, this isn't the last time you'll be seeing him.

and he—anakin,

anakin looks at you in a way that jedi council would, rest assured, disapprove. and it scares him. it wasn't the way you carried yourself throughout the performance, the way you apologized with a firm voice by bumping into him, it was your smile, and your voice. the wave of normalcy you omitted, one that feels so pleasant. so, incredibly like home—except the sand bit, everything in naboo seems to turn his beliefs around—that he couldn't help but ask obi-wan if these missions would happen more often.

obi-wan's expressions were unreadable, much to anakin's dismay.

Then Chessa spoke, “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” Her rosy cheeks grew even rosier as she grinned.

Nyla's fingers curled around her paint brush, dipping her chin down. She looks at Chessa from the rim of her glasses. “No, I’ll paint you instead, it’ll last for centuries.” She spoke softly, grinning back.

Reblog with a random sentence from your wip.

right person, wrong time (variations on heartbreak)

@leemartenspoetry on tumblr

vita sackville-west & fegan’s 1924 café in dublin

everything everywhere all at once (2022)

@heavensghost on tumblr

i had to get out by indigo de souza

‘calling a wolf a wolf' by kaveh akbar

river by joni mitchell

‘english song’ in a little larger than the entire universe: selected poems by fernando pessoa

slumber by ron hicks

fish in exile by vi khi nao

penitent magdalene by antonio ciseri

@ojibwa on tumblr

this is what the drugs are for by gracie abrams & the awakening by angelo morbelli

as good as it gets by fizz

lonely this christmas by mud & picture of the christmas tree at trinity college dublin, taken by me in december of 2022

this is what the drugs are for by gracie abrams & picture by andrew collins via globalnews.ca

@inanotherunivrs on tumblr & a polaroid of me taken by my ex-boyfriend

‘in a dream you saw a way to survive’ by clementine von radics & a picture of my ex-boyfriend's window, taken by me

bluets by maggie nelson & the poolbeg generating station, dublin

‘unrequited’ by sasha m george & inheritance by matthew w. cornell

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@ faraway on instagram & lavender sprigs farm cut by linda jacobus

the museum of heartbreak by meg leder

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‘seaside improvisation’ by richard siken

@ dracarysgang on twitter

@-love-letters-i-never-sent

@fromdarzaitoleeza on tumblr

explosions by ellie goulding

‘i had a dream about you’ by richard siken

the beatrice letters by lemony snicket

la la land (2016)

‘catalog of unabashed gratitude’ by ross gay

@stuckinapril on tumblr

@deathlywounded on tumblr

some are always hungry by jihyun yun

‘speaking practice’ by franny choi

 a self-portrait in letters by anna sexton & a picture of my ex-boyfriend in a lake in Orfű, Hungary

@sunsbleeding on tumblr

‘there is no absolution for the fallen, only the dying’ by p.d

shoutout to dior goodjohn's scream of anguish when percy broke clarisse's spear in 1x02. it was so striking from a character who has otherwise been very cold and controlled. she made it instantly clear that the spear was something special to her and the knowledge that it was a gift from her father places a whole new perspective on her bullying. she too, like luke, is pursuing her own form of ruthless glory. and she, like percy, is a child suffering from her father's neglect, desperate for recognition. a tiny moment but very impactful.

let us not forget that it is not only gaza that is suffering. please remember to pray for congo, sudan and the refugees of afghanistan whose struggles are not being shown to us. just because we cannot see, does not mean it isn't happening.

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