#blue

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⠀⠀The day in the village was perfectly calm and harmonious, just the sound of nature standing out on its own, the petals of the beautiful trees falling thanks to a gentle spring breeze.

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It was just beautiful. A peace as deadly as the sheathing sound of a katana...

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⠀⠀❝Found yaaaa...❞ A male murmuring voice mixed with that sound became a disturbance in the quiet environment, positioned behind what would be his other "victim". That samurai woman, that in reality he didn't know her, not to mention that didn't even see her face, only her back, but it was enough for him to know with her clothing and that recognizable other katana sheath that would be one of his supposed enemies.

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His was as bloody as his blue haori, remarking that had been on a roll.

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As soon as she got into his sight, an impulse jump happened and he lunged at her with the whole purpose of taking ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ.

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⠀⠀❪At least it's not broken...❫

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It was a soothing thought between all that fit, closing the door. Funny, that yakuza worrying about that outdated technology? perhaps also doing the rest a favor to prevent this scene from having real damage.

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They no longer focused only on her, but on him. That caused the majority to turn a blind eye to the case and gradually back away. Much better. One more favor, now for that noisy girl whom he didn't take long to put an eye on her.
Trying to understand her...was a disaster; was she really being serious? looking at Umeko better now, alcohol was not a logical culprit. That girl looked too young.

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She definitely had a good screw loose.

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⠀⠀❝Haw!?❞ his curiosity was unmistakable, forced to have to express it with that exaggerated gesture. He came up to her out of the blue, using a gloved index finger and thumb to poke her lightly on the forehead.

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⠀⠀❝Ya lost yer mind, girl? Stop foolin' around an' snap outta it!❞

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Oh god, he sounded like a terribly bitter father now...

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⠀⠀❝The hell are ya talkin' about? demons? It's a phone booth, ain't ya seen one or what?❞

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well it took me around 20 hours to gather energy to respond.

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i may talk about things a lot but i really don't have left energies to chat with people.

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remember we used to say hi kon? to strangers. now i seen zone messages of people everyday. usually that's my family.

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i feel emotionally drained all time,
tired & sleepy.

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usually i get irritated by smallest things like voices of people living around me.

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i get irritated about the lights around me.

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i get irritated by loud music, noise of any kind.

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i spend my days with me, locked in my room,

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i do go out in the world but when its necessary.

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so nothing like formal, non formal personal relations are made.

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i do have professional relations with my clients abroad. but talking to them is my night mare. yet i cant ignore those calls as that get me all the money to survive my luxuries.

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so, i don't we can chat ever.

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but leaving a text once in a blue moon might make me drop an answer to that.

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but moving to daily chit chat is not my place. 🥀

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❖An escape was carried out on the outskirts of Gotham City, and the person responsible for such an act was a woman whose "anti-hero" name was called "Harley Quinn". Harley was a former impulsive criminal who always looked for a way to wreak havoc on Gotham when she got the chance, thus giving the police an extreme headache who always acted to put an end to the blonde's troubles when she ended up behind bars. In her last escape in a stolen car, she had crashed the vehicle into a tree, where she had invaded a square that had some trees of almost all sizes, and luckily for her, the place was not as crowded as usual and she didn't suffer any scratches during the impact. Behind the square was a fenced forest where it had a sign that prohibited the passage, and Harley, consumed by anger and stubbornness, got out of the damaged vehicle that was smoking, with a knife in hand to cut that wire mesh that covered the entire access to the forest. . The blonde immediately made a hole, not quite perfect, but she made an effort to get through it and ended up cutting herself during the access. So she came face to face with the closed green environment and went on to hurry her walk to dodge the police as soon as possible. She used the same sharp object to remove the branches that blocked her view until she had a new view of another place similar to the forest, but that resembled a magical forest like in fairy tales. Could it be that Harley had passed through an invisible portal that gave access to another world/reality without her realizing it? Or was it all a dream? Her blue irises shone in every corner they surrounded, making the blonde emit a wide smile and be witnessed by small birds and other magical beings that belonged to that forest and were heading towards her. "Damn", was all the blonde thought as she set foot there and thought it would be possible to actually stop in another dimension.❖

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I beg to differ on having to compartmentalize love in just 5 ways. Out of curiosity I did the test and my test scores were equally distributed (give or take). Not everyone wants to get a gift, just because their language is ‘receiving gifts’ , at times they might just want an affirmative statement. For me love doesn’t have boundaries and one must go all the way out to do things that they derive happiness from doing for their partner. The language of love or the feeling of love is the greatest power and occurrence in the whole universe.
To some people ‘love' is just a feeling found among couples. But the fact is that love exists among every two people who are socially or emotionally attached to each other. Be it brother and sister, brother and brother, sister and sister, parents and children, among friends and so on. That is becoz without the feeling of love, no two persons can bind with each other. Now a sudden thought might be running in your mind, whether there is love among enemies? Well I would say that there is love among enemies too. Infact, the more enemical you are the more love would there be, becoz you think about your enemies even more than you think about your friends. No matter what you are doing, you may for once forget your friends, but never your enemies. Coming to the point, love is a feeling where you care about someone, you have a place for them in your life, you can understand their emotions, their feelings, when you think that you feel nice with somebody, when you want someone to share thoughts with you, it's all about love. The whole world is filled with love, to be more precise, love is in the air. Wishing you a beautiful and lovely life. Its important to understand what makes your spouse feel loved and what doesn’t. A misfire in this area can make you feel like you’re constantly going above and beyond and they never appreciate it, while they feel that you don’t really see them or recognise their needs.
You don’t need to read the actual Love Languages book or know the theory propounded by the author, but you do need to recognise your spouse’s needs and how they might be different from yours. Now I can tell my wife what she means to me and how much I love her until I'm blue, it won't mean much to her. I can spend a fortune on little gifts with the same result. I can grab her but whenever I walk past her with the same result. But if I spend some quality time with her, she is the happiest person. Gifts, compliments, and sometimes physical touch. Idk why I have these but I feel good whenever I do something nice for someone I love.

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Mine would be thrillers or true crime, because I'm a bit strange I guess. Something without a laugh tract or loud music. I find films from the 30s or 40s are fairly mellow - no war movies. Maybe a drama? I was raised in a small house, so I was used to falling asleep with the distant sound of the television. Spirited Away. Wonderful movie, I've seen it a million times and the adventure never gets less breath-taking. But when I want to fall asleep it's perfect. Soft yet rich colours, whimsical, airy and childlike tone and that wonderfully soothing soundtrack
The Ring The muted color palette and the abundance of rain makes me feel super cozy under the covers. Once you've seen the movie a dozen times there really aren't any more scares to be had and I usually fall asleep during the first half so miss some of the jump scares of the second half.
John Wick. I know the movie so well I probably quote it in my sleep. I always enjoy watching it but I know it so well that missing parts of it while dozing off doesn’t bother me. I can fall asleep 20 minutes in and then start up from the same point the next night
I see I'm not the only one who does this exact same thing. I put on movies that I know well so I can follow them in my head as I try to fall asleep. 3 that I use quite a bit are Jerry Maguire, Fools Rush In and The American President. Maybe give them a try, they work for me at least.
Anything by Apichatpong Weerasethakul. I say this as an admirer of his films: extremely pleasant to watch 20 minutes of and then just drift off. They're slow-moving, gentle, and have really engaging sound design so they work like a charm. Most of them tend to have pretty dark/subdued color palettes too so it's not a strain on the eyes.
I’ll be the one to actively not post movies in the movie group. I listen to podcasts a lot at night. Less exposure to blue lights when trying to sleep, infinite topics to pick from, most don’t feature abrasive audio. They are usually a steady stream of lower voices. I typically put some smaller ear buds in so that it’s not uncomfortable so the volume can be adjusted as needed. Hell, I listened to a movie podcast last night with Edgar Wright and Quentin Tarantino. If you do specifically want movies, I will always throw on Fellowship of the Ring on a sleep timer. Love the movie and seen it a billion times, so the pressure/desire of staying awake to watch it is minimal. The opening and set up is just long enough that before they even leave the shire I am typically out.
I also have tinnitus, add very bad insomnia for extra bonus points. I also use movies to help me fall asleep- and when a movie is working I'll start it every night when I go to bed until it quits working (I have an android tablet set up by my bed with both USB and microSD, with several medium with many movies on them). I'll also restart the current choice when I inevitably wake up several times through the night.

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Tak! Wiadomo więcej niż przypuszczałam 😆
Wiadomo, że jego nickname to „Blue” i nie jest on przypadkowy – jak Harry wspominał, wygląda na to, że Benson był złotym dzieckiem i wygrywał dużo konkursów, a tam symbolicznie dostaje się odznakę z niebieską wstążką, i stąd właśnie „Blue”. Jeden z artykułów wspominał, że na studiach był zaangażowany sportowo, więc pewnie chodzi o konkursy w dyscyplinach sportowych.
Benson ma być konkurencyjny do granic możliwości, chce być najlepszy, ale jest z natury szczodry. Pojawiła się także wzmianka o wątku związanym z jego zawodową(?) służbą wojskową w przeszłości (możliwe PTSD, chociaż ten wątek był już przerabiany w tym serialu).
No i przede wszystkim, wiadomo dlaczego jest starszy niż przeciętny rezydent pierwszego roku – oficjalna informacja prasowa podaje, iż jego plany na karierę medyczną zostały pokrzyżowane przez kryzys rodzinny; chodzi o śmierć matki. Zaczynajac stosunkowo późno, będzie bardzo zdeterminowany aby udowodnić swoją wartość, ale czekają go różne rozczarowania.

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'Our kink' that told Katherine this wasn't a one time thing, the idea both terrified and excited her beyond imagination. She hadn't even confessed to Damon whatever feelings she has for him, mainly cause she wasn't sure herself, but here they are drifting further off the cliff that is the emotions of two unstable vampires.

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Katherine tilted her head back, giving him better access to her neck, anticipating the inevitable bite to her neck. The softness of his kisses surprise the Petrova, she couldn't help the soft smile of utter bliss ss she moaned his name almost involuntarily. Her hands snaked under his arms and to his back where she dragged her finger nails across his clothed back, desperately trying to keep him close.

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It was impressive how he kept himself from tearing through her neck as fast as the wound healed. His breath on her ear and neck ignited within her a need she didn't knew she had for Damon of all people. His whisper caught her off guard or maybe it was her reaction to it; she felt goosebumps forming on her skin as a chill ran down her spine. Not even grasping how his words had such a physical effect on her.

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Her fingers weaved themselves into his dark hair as she pulled his head back, already missing the blue in his eyes. "Damon, I.." She started, a whisper almost into his mouth when she felt the vibration in her pocket. She stopped, steadied herself before pulling the phone out. "Stefan and Klaus are already on their way to Chicago, they'll be way harder to track if we don't beat them there." She announced, sharing the information she received via text message. "We need to move." She explained. It was difficult to even tear her gaze away from his but she couldn't deny, that text had saved her as not even Katherine knew what she was about to utter. As for the rest, they could pick up right where they left off once they reached the hotel.(...)

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L'alba, il tramonto, la via lattea, le stelle che cadono e la luna farsi fuoco. Con quel qualcuno di speciale ho condiviso l'universo. Ci pensavo poco prima - persa tra i miei mille ragionamenti - che se trovi quel qualcuno che ti prende di chimica poi accade un miracolo impressionante: due mondi che si uniscono, che entrano in contatto tra loro ma senza far danni, non se si tratta di “quella” persona, proprio quella nell'intera galassia, che si confonde tra la gente ma poi capisci, la riconosci dai dettagli, porta il tuo stesso colore in fondo all'animo, come magma al centro della terra, ribolle della stessa sostanza. Quei due universi si incontrano, si amalgamano fino a formare un colore soltanto, e succede che ti ritrovi a dover fare i conti con l'imprevisto - con la polvere lasciata agli angoli della stanza, con gli scheletri nell'armadio, i difetti, le tue cose in disordine, l'abito che proprio non ti senti di poter indossare ancora - e il tutto solo per premura di far bella figura. Ci tieni, non vuoi perdere il privilegio dettato da quell'incontro luminoso, anche se fa paura, se spesso può confondere un poco. E paradossalmente basta un terremoto per rimettere a posto tutto quanto, quel brivido che corre lungo le pareti dello stomaco al minimo contatto - chiamale farfalle se vuoi - quel cortocircuito neurale che ti costringe a vederlo in ogni dove, impresso sugli specchi, sui cocci di quelli che son stati i tuoi dolori più grandi, e sai - ma non lo vuoi ammettere - che a quel disastro quel qualcuno può aiutarti a porre rimedio. Si rimbocca le maniche, ti protegge affinchè tu non possa tagliarti, ed infine lascia che ogni male passi come si lascia andare la sabbia tra le dita, e ti promette un futuro migliore. Il bello, sai dove sta? Nella cura, nel fatto di poter ricambiare quanto fatto; te lo lascia fare, ti porge un pennello e con quel colore inizi ad imbrattare i suoi spazi, mischiando i tuoi toni con quelli della sua personale costellazione, frammenti di esistenza di cui vuoi conoscere la storia ad ogni costo. E le cose iniziano a prendere una forma diversa, nuove stanze si creano, nuove pagine si scrivono, si origina una convergenza talmente potente da tener lontano qualsiasi intrusione, e in quell'arsenale d'emozioni ti ritrovi a danzare, e ti diverti nel contare il tempo che passa, come conti le stelle o le nuvole sopra i prati, e scatti qualche foto, le confronti coi resti del passato, le conservi da un lato e torni a correre con un aquilone tra le mani, fiera del tuo cielo, di quel nuovo orizzonte condiviso.

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Che sensazione immensa immaginare di dover condividere tanto con qualcuno, la somma di quanto una vita ha saputo plasmare dentro ognuno di noi; speciale, come chi del cuore si proclama il custode.

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“Be my blue, I'll be your pink” 💘

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Katherine observed him, noticing signs of his inner struggle, it both amused and excited her to see the physical manifestation of her effect on him and although his influence on her wasn't as obvious, she wouldn't dream of denying it's existence.

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Katherine's gaze dipped lower, capturing his lip bite, she barely noticed that she'd been mirroring it by the time he spoke again.

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"I'm sure that's true." She mumbled in a voice just above a whisper.

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She'd been holding it together, her lips were close to his, so close, too close, she could just about feel his breath on her skin as it happened. His boldness surprised her but only for a second before she showed appreciation by deepening the kiss, her fingers lost in his dark locks as she pushed his face even closer to his, the hunger she felt for him was near insatiable. Maybe it was that moment where she realized; he'd never kiss anyone the way his kisses her, not even Elena. She was reminded of the kiss they shared before, only it hadn't been Katherine who he thought he'd was kissing. The comparison fed into Katherine's pride.

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Katerina allowing her teeth to nip on his lower lip just as he was pulling away. Her lids fluttered open, only to meet Damon's smile. His hand on her cheek filled her with a need for something not just physical and she almost panicked the second she realized it. She had barely registered his comment as she gazed into his blue eyes, lost in thought; it was easy admitting her feelings for Stefan, knowing that he didn't return them, Damon however was a different story, he's too impulsive, too reckless to stick to the plan, she couldn't stay on the run with him on her tail. She couldn't risk his life either; Stefan had a sort of immunity with Klaus due to their long friendship once upon a time, Damon on the other hand, didn't enjoy any such privileges. He could easily get killed, most likely get himself killed trying to protect her. All such thoughts rushed through her mind before she (...)

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