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One of the best dance routines I’ve ever watched.

The Nicholas Brothers

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Should I stay?

If neither the nightingale would sing of me

nor the radios would speak of my name.

I opened my eyes to the frosty breeze and see

the world in all its glory, the world in all its blame

that as the misty sun sets between the mountains I cry

For those left behind

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I watched him against the glare of noon high sun. Blinding hot light stinging my eyes in pain but I dare not look away. Blinding light merging into a scene of lightning. Flashing. Blinding. Flashing. But I dare not look away.

It was hot. It was humid. I felt heat cover every inch of skin I have, both exposed and unexposed. Heat latching on like glove to a hand with the only evidence seen were the drops of sweat trickling down the ground. It was sweltering. Yet I was shaking. Shaking as if enveloped in the icy wind that cold night. Rain trickling down my drenched body. Dropping. Dripping. Hard on the ground. As I shivered.

I hear the rustling of the trees. They rustle against the gentle wind. Rustle with your footsteps. But the rustling gets louder each second. This was peace. Tranquil. Quiet. Unlike thunder. Unlike rain. Unlike the loud banging of drums. Unlike the plops of water against tin. Unlike an explosion. Unlike a howl. Unlike the rain. Unlike the thunder. Unlike a crash.

And now I see you. I see you in the bright daylight. I see you in the gentle breeze. I see you in serenity. But I still see the night. I still see the storm. I still hear the chaos. I hear the danger. I see the damage. I hear the blare. I see the blur. I hear the scream. I see flash. I feel the rage. I feel the hate. I feel the rage. Bright. Hot. Flash. Crash. Rage. Fury. Anger. Pounding. Crashing. Rising. Rage fury anger fury rage anger rage fury rage an-

"are you angry?"

I see the sun. I feel the breeze. I hear your steps. I hear the wind. I feel the heat. I see your figure. I see your figure. Retreating. Retreating. Fading. Fading. I see you. I can't see you. Anymore.

- Are you angry? by chd

I haven't posted in a while...

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I confirm.

“Four wild men, this lady sacrificed everything for, yet still can’t afford to keep”

Seems like a title of a webnovel hahahaha

so, the nickname Chinese fans gave to Love and Producer has been translated as

“Four Wild Men You Can’t Afford to Keep Dating No Matter What You Sacrifice.”

(老娘砸锅卖铁也养不活的四个野男人)

(laoniang zaguomaitie ye yang buhuo de si ge ye nan ren)

which is a bit tame of a translation!

I asked my mom to read it out loud to me and I CAN’T stop laughing, because it’s just… so ridiculous

a more literal translation is like,

“Four male lovers whom I sold off my last cooking pot for, yet still can’t afford to keep.”

The “male lovers” (literally “wild men”) here is an euphemism for a guy you’re seeing on the side (cheating with) – or kind of like, a male version of a mistress (hence “afford to keep”)

The “I” being used here is actually literally “Old woman” (sort of?) – it’s a kind of rude and also arrogant way to talk about yourself. I can’t figure out an English equivalent because English is less big on personal pronouns and stuff. Just think about like, a kind of puffed up woman saying things in whatever you imagine to be a rude accent 😂

“Sold off my last cooking pot” / “no matter what you sacrifice” is literally “break pot, sell steel(? a metal anyway)”. It implies that you’re so beyond poor, forget about trying to cook your food – you’re gonna sell your cooking pot just to survive.

and the last part is “yet still can’t afford to keep” like in the sense of a “kept woman” or “kept man” which I mentioned above. The guys in this sentence are like. Your side hoes. But the word literally used here is also used in the sense of “keep alive” or “take care of” – like the breadwinner for a family who keeps their kids alive or takes care of their family.

So, imagine you’re SO THIRSTY for these guys you’ve sold off everything and the kitchen sink in order to date them, and yet you STILL can’t afford them 😂😂😂

It’s actually an intensely ridiculous situation!

My mom and I couldn’t stop laughing about it. 😂

Hope I explained it well enough that you can imagine the scenario better too?

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I Raised Cinderella Preciously!

I've recently taken the project of translating (or at least making machine translation readable) this novel!

Synopsis:

There is a famous fairytale. A kindhearted girl whose father and stepmother got married and became a family of five with her two stepsisters. The poor girl who was condemned by her stepmother and stepsisters when her father died. The very fairytale, Cinderella.

But I am not Cinderella, I am the stepmother.

At the age of thirty-seven, already married twice, been widowed twice and is raising three daughters!

Daniel Walford, a man who keeps approaching me while I’m busy trying to raise my three daughters.

“Can I kiss you?”

As a son-in law, I think he’s a little bit older but why does he keep approaching?… Oh, I don’t know.

Once I let Cinderella marry the prince, I can live quietly

But is this fairytale really ‘Cinderella’?

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It's about Cinderella's stepmother and a look into her perspective. It caught my eye on how some aspects of the story can be seen in another light. It's also quite humorous and also has a healthy dose of romance.

Here's the link if you want to read!

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Vote for me!

My poem is 'Mirror Mirror' by Dana Cheer. I would like your help to vote for it, if you like it :)

Thank you for the support!

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Mirror Mirror

Mirror, Mirror looking back

Tell me all the things I lack

Pointed faces, Walking sticks

Why does beauty seem so seem so sick?

Lips so pale and skin so rough

Why am I not enough?

To their breasts so full of plastic

Too many surgeries that are too drastic

Mirror, Mirror tell me please!

When will all these madness cease?

Battered bruises, darkened eyes

Too many comments, too many lies

Scarred skin that stick to bones

Still seeing ugliness when alone

Mirror, Mirror can’t you see

What this reflection does to me?

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To the delight of the butterfly

If love be thought as the summer wind

With tingling warmth that spread

Then love unlike winter's scorn

Shall bore more heart than head

If love broke through like icy cracks

Upon smooth porcelain glass

Noticed yet not, on smooth skin

The fissures one already has

If love be red as roses born

To the delight of the butterfly

If love blinded both- not just one

Then no one would ever cry

-Ch. D.

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Here's a hopeful poem for a special day! I've been feeling in a slump lately so I hope this would also cheer you up.

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Send me some writing prompts please, I need my inspiration back after the loss of months worth of notes on my app.

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Well shit.

If laughter was an indication

I should have known from the start

But stubborn me

Stubborn me refused

Refused to see the way I acted

Refuse to admit in thoughts

Refuse to say I have experienced

Til it all hit

Like a harsh slap in the face

Yes, finally I see

But still refuse to acknowledge

Yes, finally I know

But will never admit

For this is me

Knowing what would lead

Knowing what would become

I'm not a coward

Maybe I just need some time

Still, even if I refuse to admit

It never meant

I wouldn't pursue.

- Ch. D. | Will I change?

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A sudden inspiration for me... :)

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unusual(ish) asks <3

who’s your celebrity crush?

are you single or taken?

rant. just do it

do you think its ok to separate the artist from the art?

how many accounts do you have?

how many pairs of shoes do you have?

opinion on… (specify to the person you’re asking to)

how many accounts do you follow?

favorite brand of clothing?

name a dog

what unusual talent do you have?

what’s the most interesting schools gossip you’ve ever heard?

ever prank called a store?

what’s your coffee order?

what’s a question do you constantly get asked?

if you had to get a tattoo right now, what would you get and where?

google the top song from the year you were born

rant about your favorite musician 

what’s your favorite teacher you’ve ever had?

describe your blog in 3-5 words

what’s a conspiracy you believe in?

if you could see any concert tonight what would you choose?

if you could break one of your bad habits which would you choose?

can you dance? sing?

what’s something you can’t stop buying?

crowds or small groups?

how long before a trip do you pack?

what celebrity would you rate a PERFECT 10?

what quote or inspirational setting do you think is bs?

if you had to dye your hair an unnatural color right now, what would you choose?

you can change one thing about your life right now. what are you changing?

how old do you get mistaken for?

what do you think about a lot

do you like your hogwarts house or do you wish you were a different one?

what does home mean to you?

what do you think you’d be arrested for?

have you ever been called down to the principals office?

post a picture of the outfit you would choose if you could have any outfit you wanted

describe your aesthetic

answer with one of your ‘school memes’ (inside jokes you have with your class/grade) with no explanation 

feel free to reblog or send me some if you’d like! this took forever so reblog please!

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They wrap you up in words

Words of Deceit

Words of revile

In words you never heard

That know no defeat

Nor bought in exile

What is to be made by words

Of which differs when heard

By you or me and everybody

Til we're all wrapped up in the curse

For they exploit the meanings

That never stay the same

That settle for the likes

That never mean the right thing

And then point to blame

With the pitchforks and the pikes

-Ch. D.

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To science

To my brother

In all but words

We both see

We both ponder

In a vision brought

By the world's wonders

To every small

Or big event

To where little

Or large descent

Of a plant

An animal

We both see

We both ponder

Yet interpret

As one thing

Or another

So different

Where you see

The rationality

I see the emotions

That lay between

The visions

We both see

We both ponder

-Ch. D.

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I'm from the Philippines and I absolutely adore Pastillas de leche. Such an easy to make snack with condensed milk and skim or powdered milk then sometimes dusted with sugar. I live for the milky sweetness and I'm not a fan of sweets that much!

Oh another all time favourite if I'm not into something relatively sweet are seeds, especially watermelon and squash. Like popcorn but more work since you have to crack 'em open.

because my interests in world culture and food cross over so well,

reply/reblog with your favorite snack (bought or homemade) and what country you’re from! share pics if you can.

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Concept/ prompt: The Cinderella assassin

This came to me randomly but imagine

'You've only got until midnight to live'

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What is love

But abject desire

That muddles head

In times of need

That turns bravery

To sloth and cowardice

What is love

In a sense of passion

Titillating response

To the lust

Of the flesh

Whose words vow

Empty promises

What is love

But forsaken mind

-Ch. D.

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A million worlds with you

It is but the string of fate

That ties the knots of destiny

Destined for something great

Destined for inevitability

Worlds without the hint of sorrow

Worlds without our regret

Worlds that would become tomorrow

Worlds that we would forget

Clinging onto the passage of time

In which I stood to remember

A destined fate with no reason nor rhyme

Has set for you to suffer

In a million worlds, I yearn

In a million worlds, I know

In a million worlds, I learn

Yet I never let you go

-Ch. D.

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Made a bunch of poems for endgame

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Reading the notes on this post, I also decided to put in my two cents.

First of all, you don't fuck with nature. You treat nature with respect. You never know who lives in the trees, rivers, bushes and the paths you walk on.

Living in a Catholic dominated country, everyone knows to respect superstition lest something happens to you. Especially in the provinces. Even in the city everyone knows and practices bits of superstition.

That's why roads are built around old trees. That's why parents teach their kids not to point at certain trees lest they provoke the mariit. Even some road signs tell you to be wary of these things. Accidents usually happens in these places.

There are times, drivers get lulled into a sense of calmness and don't realise where theyr

There are trees, you just don't cut down. You never know who could be living in there. People have been known to suffer illnesses if you destroy one of these trees, some never get better.

There are stories of getting sick after you played by the woods or near rivers. They say you must've caught the spirits' gazes. Grandmas just know what to do in cases like these. If not, the folk doctor is the way to go to ward off the energy.

There are stories of children and people coming back from the woods a whole new person because even if they look and speak the same, you never know if it was really them or they had been switched at the woods by engkantos (fae) - the original doomed to be lost in the woods til they die.

There are stories of engkantos (faes) trying to lure you to go with them to their lands. They seduce you. They enchant. They say engkantos take the appearance of beautiful people. They are beautiful, otherworldly, as stories describe. They lure people, especially children to come back with them. There are rumors that their lands are beautiful without compare, hidden and unseen by people. Some say parts of the woods are portals to their lands. The only downside, once you go with them, you can never come back.

You don't destroy the fairly large lump of soil in your backyard. They could be home to dwarves (duwende). Mischievous little creatures that could help you get fortune if you get on their good side. But can curse you if you get on their bad side.

If something has taken a liking to you, they will watch over you. That's why young girls are taught not to play deep in the woods. They follow you into adulthood and may ruin relationships you have out of jealousy.

So general rule of thumb is to not disturb nature. Like ever. If you're just going to ruin it. A little chant or mantra people say when walking into the woods is 'Tabi, Tabi po.' (meaning: please move aside) to be careful of disturbing these creatures.

Irish people; The faeries aren’t real

Irish people; No fucking way will I go in that faerie ring

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