Tiger, tiger, burning fresh
Stealing warmth within my flesh
These mortal ties that bound you here
led me to you with every fear
Mesmerized by magic light
and willing heart to set things right
Tiger, tiger, claws like knives
The sacrifice for both our lives
The curse prevailed through spells of old
I held my breath as your blood ran cold
Perfect balance—red, white, black
Forsaken wings would take you back
Tiger, tiger, eyes reveal
the promises that made you real
Always running from your past
These haunting words would be our last
Doorways in the forest lie
Memories that cannot die
It was impossible then, and it’s impossible now.
These memories cling to the air
Like paint merged as one with the walls,
Which have known anger and grief
The scents of which still trigger.
Remainders and reminders
Sizzle in my veins,
Travel with my blood,
Up to my brain
Through my ears the drums still echo,
And the songs, oh, the songs.
Soft crystal magic of the journey,
One I had dreamed of you taking with me.
A world so cold
That I had burdened you in.
Through my tongue, the sweet freedom.
A time without restraints,
A connection without touch,
Courage without fail,
And voices without languish.
Through my eyes, the flashes
Swift like the bullets from the gun you so loved.
I see the black claws that rake the white.
Staining, tearing, tangling,
Vines that strangle my heart
Just like your words.
I recall, not repent.
A lesson, not a punishment.
Stripes from the vines, not scars from the wounds.
I am a tiger.
Not an insect.
Okay so I’m almost done reading The Hobbit, and by almost done I mean that there are 80-ish pages left and it’s the part where Bilbo puts on the Ring and sneaks into Smaug’s lair thing and sees all the treasure, and he’s talking to Smaug. (I love all the compliments Bilbo gives him, SMAUG THE IMPENETRABLE hahaha nice one Bilbo)
But seeing as there so few pages left and knowing Tolkien’s writing style (Oh hey Bilbo, see that one stick back there? Allow me to describe every physical detail about the stick, and the tree that it came from, and the history of the tree, and the history of the forest from which it grew, and address the reader as though he’s sitting in front of me literally like pages upon PAGES of description)
Not that I’m complaining, I LOVE Tolkien’s writing style but the point is he’s so descriptive and there’s SO few pages left and just all they have to do is take back the gold so that should take up those few pages and be done with the book so Bilbo can go home! HOW WILL A BATTLE TAKE PLACE I KNOW TOLKIEN WOULD PROBABLY FILL LIKE 83797835 PAGES AT LEAST ON THE BATTLE
How is this going to happen?
Reading Smaug’s dialogue in Benedict Cumberbatch’s voice…oh my wow…ovaries.
Bradley Cooper’s smile should be listed as the 8th wonder of the world.
Realizing this is the end:
Ethan leaving clues to Lena:
The showdown against Abraham and Hunting:
Abraham almost killing John:
Abraham almost killing Lena:
WHEN LINK STABS ABRAHAM:
Ethan getting the Book of Moons:
Sarafine in the Labyrinth:
Realizing that Sarafine was tortured:
Sarafine dying (again):
Ethan Carter Wate in the river:
Ethan vs Angelus:
Ethan gets to his page:
Ethan and Lena back together:
“Link was so full of crap, he could pass for a toilet.”
The Harry Potter reference at the end:
Had I not moved to Colorado when I was nine, I would’ve attended South High School (and still played soccer there).
Guess who I just found out played soccer there?
SHANNON BOXX FROM THE USWNT.
We could’ve gone to the same high school! I still can’t get over this!
LINK JUST KILLED ABRAHAM RAVENWOOD. MY LINKUBUS. LINK. HOW I LOVE THEE.
AND I have Lord of the Rings music playing in the back. Awesome!
Everything about Macon Ravenwood:
Ethan and Lena:
Everything John Breed:
Savannah getting injured:
When Sarafine was killed:
Ethan’s fractured soul:
Ethan and Lena near the end:
“It never fell on the ground. I made that part up.”
Ethan and Amma at the end:
The Greats not helping Amma and Amma screaming:
Ethan walking up the ladder:
IF MARIAN DIES IN BEAUTIFUL CHAOS, I SWEAR TO ALMIGHTY SATAN, I WILL JUST
sob violently because I won’t be able to bring her back.
I will be forever heartbroken that Kili and Thorin die. It’s another fictional death that I’ll never be okay with. Much like Remus Lupin and Fred Weasley and Finnick Odair
pterodactyl noise as I drown in my tears
I should be happier since I GET TO SEE COURTNEY IN FOUR DAYS!
I was watching Alex Morgan’s “Pressure Makes Us” video from last year, where she said that her role back then was to come onto the field the last 5 to 10 minutes and make an impact. She was the youngest player on the team, and she qualified them for Germany. So she’s gone from only 10 minutes of playing time to being a starter and everything, and carrying the team to the Olympic gold medal final.
And to me, Sydney Leroux is starting out the same way. She’s not a starter yet, but it seems like she’s getting a little bit more playing time every game. I think she’s a great addition to the team, and her playing time is very similar to Alex’s…so….
Think of what she’ll be in just a couple years! I think she’ll be a starter someday, and I think she’s gonna score some big goals, and I can’t wait to see where she’s gonna go. I like her tattoos, too.
Last night I had a dream that I was hanging out with Tobin Heath
this beautiful awesome girl who is my favorite
And then we started talking about how beautiful Josh Hutcherson’s jaw was. Pretty cool. He has such a nice jaw.