Sharon Olds, from "Little Things"; Strike Sparks: Selected Poems, 1980-2002
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The way Crowley automatically starts toward the bookshop, then has to do an about face for the coffee shop.
Little things to love about Good Omens S2 (17/?) - Masterpost
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big fan of collecting small little trinkets (with no inherent use other than to make the heart glow a little softer)
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(✿◡‿◡)
reblog for to get a little flower inside of your brain hmm
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Small things we should cherish more in life:
Staring at the moon from your balcony.
Waking up to the sound of the rain.
Small achievements/success in your life.
Sleeping in a cozy or comfortable bed.
Walking barefoot on grass.
The first sip of coffee/tea/juice in the morning.
Different colors of sky.
Finishing a good book.
Counting stars with the person you love.
Sharing fruits with your friends/family.
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father figure prompts pt. 1 (cw: daddy issues)
"why did you think i'd be mad at you? of course i'm not mad at you. it's just one broken cup. there are seven hundred other cups."
"you're okay. i promise you're okay."
"it's not your fault. it's not your fault."
(of MC's birth father) "did he hurt you again? going to beat him up one of these days i swear to god. come, let's get ice cream."
"you seem in dire need of cookies."
"oh, honey, come here." (hugging) "it's okay to be vulnerable, okay?"
"are you doing okay?"
"don't say you're sorry, please, you didn't even do anything."
"can't sleep?"
"are you sick? no, no, you're staying home. i'll make you soup and put on a disney movie you're not going anywhere like that."
"have you eaten?"
"i love you as much as my children, and no one hurts my children."
"nightmares?"
"you don't have to do anything, just rest. please."
"you're going to hurt yourself. take a break."
part. 2
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Daphne du Maurier, from " will never be young again" published c. 1932
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@somerandomdudelmao Hurt my feelings with their last update...
So i need something to feel better.... didn't work
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🤷♀️
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Could you do one for Toto Wolff with wife reader where the reader takes Toto's hands and rubs a hand up and down his back to comfort him during/caressing the other’s back during the race. Thanks!!! :)
Whispers of Comfort - Toto Wolff
Requested by: Anon
Masterlist<3
Pairing: Toto Wolff x Wife!reader
Warning: OOC Toto, fluff, small, bad English, comfort, Hass’s car breaking
Word count: 532
Another race that started with Max being first, that by itself had already made Toto stressed, but the fact that not even 20 laps into the race and Magnussen’s tyres exploded causing him to hit the walls and hit Lewis’s car, thankfully neither of them were hurt, but we needed to take Lewis’s car back in if we wanted him to finish the race. I could see Toto’s knuckles getting white from how much force he was putting in keeping his hand closed, most likely to stop himself from exploding and screaming at Lewis for something that wasn’t his fault, slowly I walk closer to him, gently resting one hand onto his back and offering the other one for him to hold, he looked at it considering his options, he could not hold my hand but he might had ended up hurting his hand from how much force he was using, so he decided to hold my hand, much more gentler than he was holding his own, but it was visible how much just holding my hand helped, to add to the comfort list I started rubbing my hand up and down his back, being always gentle with him.
Lewis and his car reached the pit stop and while the car was getting checked over by the mechanicals me and Toto insisted on Lewis getting checked by the paramedics. We didn’t want him to continue racing today if he got hurt, thankfully they cleared him, no major injuries, just a few scrapes.
The car got cleared to go back into the race, we left it up to Lewis, if he felt like he was good to drive for the remaining of the race,his answer was to basically grab his helmet and jump back into the car, and then he was back on the race, Toto was helping George get into a higher position, at this moment George had went from the 16th place up to the 10th, which was pretty good, Lewis was climbing up the positions quickly, Toto held my hand a little tighter feeling a little anxious about today, but I have a good feeling so I look at him and give his hand a comforting squeeze, to let him know i was still here for him, he smiled gently at our intertwined hands and went back into focusing on bringing those kids to the podium, with 5 laps remaining Lewis was on 5th and George was on 6th, they were helping each other climb up. We were on the edge of the seat and the rac finally ended, Lewis and George had managed to get up to the 1st and 2nd place, it was only celebration, they brought the champagne the United Kingdom flag and we started hugging each other, Toto turned to me instantly once the checkered flag waved and he hugged me so tightly he brought me off the ground, soon enough we had hugged everyone, at the podium the boys hugged and held the trophies together, it was only celebration the whole night and the next day as well, we were all still pretty happy that we won that happiness lasted us throughout the whole week.
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Just lil goobers doing things!
Feed your Zevlor!
Keep Dammon entertained!
Supervise Rolan!
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You are never too talkative for someone who likes to hear you, you are never too annoying for someone who find your little actions cute, you are never too depressed for someone who knows what you went through, You are never too late for someone who awaits to see you all day, you are never too far for someone who loves you...
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The way Aziraphale carefully checks that Muriel came alone.
Little things to love about Good Omens S2 (22/?) - Masterpost
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Little Things
by Sharon Olds
After she’s gone to camp, in the early
evening I clear our girl’s breakfast dishes
from the rosewood table, and find a dinky
crystallized pool of maple syrup, the
grains standing there, round, in the night, I
rub it with my fingertip
as if I could read it, this raised dot of
amber sugar, and this time,
when I think of my father, I wonder why
I think of my father, of the Vulcan blood-red
glass in his hand, or his black hair gleaming like a
broken-open coal. I think I learned to
love the little things about him
because of all the big things
I could not love, no one could, it would be wrong to.
So when I fix on this image of resin
or sweep together with the heel of my hand a
pile of my son’s sunburn peels like
insect wings, where I peeled his back the night before camp,
I am doing something I learned early to do, I am
paying attention to small beauties,
whatever I have -- as if it were our duty to
find things to love, to bind ourselves to this world.
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