Slow Down - Tumblr Posts
adversity is part of the process.
slow down in order to propel you further.
makes you humble.
makes you more grateful than before.
a magical present and future that’s beyond your imagination
all is well
Am I someone who engraved my existence to you like the rain?
If not, am I just someone who came and went like a rain shower?
I get up and when I feel sore, I look out the window
As if it knows how my body feels, the rain is falling
As I look at the raindrops welling up in the window, I felt it
The tears that were flowing down my heart
With that strange feeling, I look outside and it looks like my situation
The rain that falls like a melody makes everything seem andante
I get ready and leave, opening the umbrella that was as wrinkled as my face
As I walk, the moment I heard the rain
I wondered who this rain was falling for
A sound that hits against the lonely gray cement
Come slow down
sorry just can't handle this....thanks for wonderful person I follow for all those Crowe's-Javert feels all over my dash♥ though already seen some fics and art about Les Mis in Sassy Gay Friend style this idea IS ABSOLUTELY HILARIOUS IJUSTCANTIMSORRY T___Т
*in the end of this month I would be in Paris on my vacations...this exites me much more now *__*
*мюзикл задел сильнее чем я думала...надо срочно прочесть книгу *___*
You’re allowed to take breaks. Don’t work yourself too hard. Take care of yourself.
Ok have some tea ☕ and sit down
I've got some opinions about things and those things are mostly minecraft but also all video games 🎮
I feel like no one realizes that they can play...older things. I still play java Minceraft beta 1.8 unmodded! I paid 26$ ten years ago for it, I've played beta 1.6 through to vs 1.20 full release and y'know what? I just like beta 1.8 the most! And that's ok! I don't need to badger mojang for new mobs, I don't NEED the crab to be happy with my 26$ purchase, and for that matter I don't need JEI or crayfish's furniture mod to have fun, I just...like minecraft
And when I get bored... THEN I mod! I reinstall forge, I see there's a crayfish bridge mod now? Awesome! This version has bees? I LOVE BEES 🐝 lets mod some bees into 1.12 and have fun with the forestry mod.
Then when that gets boring...I play a different game until the 💫urge💫 to build a really tall tower and have a lot of chickens comes again
What I'm saying is play your video games, play old video games with bad graphics, play something that gives you joy, play something without a live model™️ and remember; you can add cute bees or crabs to whatever you enjoy 🐝🦀
I knew that would happen if I took opus 10 #4 so fast...
Dear time,
please be so kind and slow down.
Sincerely,
A desire to live without an overpowering and paralysing stress about never living life because I wanna live it slowly and peacefully
Challenge 131: What I learned from the Pandemic: Slow Down
For this challenge I wanted to illustrate how this pandemic has really reinforced that I can’t be moving at 120% all the time. It’s important to just turn off and do something kind for myself every so often (even if it’s something as simple as painting my nails).
Elizabeth B.
ATTENTION
If you see this you are OBLIGATED to reblog w/ the song currently stuck in your head :)
Slow Dance
This is a poem written by a teenager with cancer. She wants to see how many people get her poem.
It is quite a poem, please pass it on. This poem was written by a terminally ill young girl in a New York Hospital. It was sent by a medical doctor Make sure to read what is in the closing statement AFTER THE POEM.
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SLOW DANCE
Have you ever watched kids on a merry-go-round? Or listened to the rain slapping on the ground? Ever followed a butterfly’s erratic flight? Or gazed at the sun into the fading night?
You better slow down. Don’t dance so fast. Time is short. The music won’t last.
Do you run through each day on the fly? When you ask, “How are you?” Do you hear the reply?
When the day is done, do you lie in your bed, with the next hundred chores running through your head?
You’d better slow down Don’t dance so fast. Time is short The music won’t last.
Ever told your child, We’ll do it tomorrow? And in your haste, Not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch, let a good friendship die Cause you never had time To call and say,‘Hi’
You’d better slow down. Don’t dance so fast. Time is short. The music won’t last..
When you run so fast to get somewhere, You miss half the fun of getting there.
When you worry and hurry through your day, It is like an unopened gift…. Thrown away.
Life is not a race. Do take it slower Hear the music Before the song is over.
FORWARDED E-MAILS ARE TRACKED TO OBTAIN THE TOTAL COUNT.
Dear All: PLEASE pass this mail on to everyone you know - even to those you don’t know! It is the request of a special girl, who will soon leave this world due to cancer.
This young girl has 6 months left to live, and as her dying wish, she wanted to send a letter telling everyone to live their life to the fullest, since she never will. She’ll never make it to prom, graduate from high school, or get married and have a family of her own.
Don't Let Me Go - Adam Stanheight / Reader
This one is inspired by Selena Gomez's song, Slow Down.
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In a blaze of neon laser-lights and dazzling sparkles you found yourself in a loud, crowded, nightclub. The beat of the music above blended into the walls and floor. Your eyes followed all the shining, glittering, flashing lights that pounced across the dance floor. Your mouth felt dry and your mind felt fuzzy, your chest was tight and your eyes were stinging. Something about this made you excited. You waded through the sweaty river of people. You deliberately passed the bar; you’d come by yourself and needed a clear head to drive.
You maneuvered around the place slowly, taking in the scenery, the scents, and the activity. In all four of the corners were two or more young drug addicts shooting up or vaping. Noises were coming from the closets; either loud thudding or desperate moaning - of the two you didn’t know which was better. It smelled like canned beer, and burnt cigarettes.
You scanned the crowd for someone as you went. You didn’t know who you were looking for, just anyone at this point. You were single, but it had been a long time since your last relationship - three years perhaps? You wanted to try again, but you didn’t know how. Maybe trying a nightclub wasn’t the way to go? There WERE a lot of people here, though… so that was good. Maybe you’d find someone after all?
You spotted a young man leaning against one of the walls, his head back, hands in his pockets, and a cigarette propped up in his mouth. He seemed to be enjoying the solitude, however you wondered if he’d be bothered by you, if you approached. You couldn’t help noticing the way his white shirt hung on his body. Maybe you’d just found a target of interest?
You approached him nervously, keeping your eyes on the floor. “Hello, sir?” You asked quietly. “You look lovely tonight. Are you with anyone?”
He opened his eyelids slightly, to look down at you from an angle. “Who’s asking?”
You shifted your feet, and looked at him. “I am.”
The man straightened his back and looked at you properly. You felt his eyes scan up and down your sides. “Oh…” he breathed. “No, I’m here by myself.”
You raised your eyebrows and gazed up at him. “Really?”
“Really. Now what’s this about? Obviously you didn’t walk up to introduce yourself.”
You stretched your hand out to him. “F/N L/N!” You stated promptly. “But no, you’re right. There was more than that. I was looking for a friend tonight, and you seemed nice.”
The young man smiled back at you. “I’d be damned if I was anything but. Nice to meet you, Y/N. I’m Adam.” He adjusted his shirt with a quick jerk of his wrist. “Adam Stanheight. Faulkner Stanheight, if you want to get fancy.” He leaned down so that his face was inches away from yours.
You smiled shyly. “Mind if I keep you company this late night?”
“How can I turn down such a pretty person? Please, I’d love you to.”
You chuckled nervously and leaned up against the wall. It was a little quieter over here despite being surrounded by blasting music. You were content. “So, what’s a handsome fella like you, doing at a nightclub all by himself?”
Adam smirked around his cigarette. “Enjoying a good ol’ smoke. That’s why I’m here.”
“Oh, really? It’s a passtime to smoke in nightclubs?” You asked sarcastically.
“Maybe find a nice chick… or fella…” He turned to face you again. “Especially ones with a little sense of humor.” He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
You giggled self-consciously. “Oh… why thank you…”
“Now you answer. Why are YOU all by yourself?”
You sighed, and looked past Adam out the window. It was dark out there, not even a street lamp was on. You couldn’t see anything except for the navy blue, pitch black, sky. It looked dismal. Earnestly, you told him the truth. “I don’t know. I guess I thought it was a good time to try again. I haven’t… been like this for three years.”
Adam pushed himself closer to you, seemingly intrigued by your story. He put out his cigarette and tossed it into the nearest ashtray, all while keeping his eyes fixed on you. “So, you chose to have a conversation with me?”
“Uh…” you shrugged. “Yeah. I’m not looking for anything right now, only a friend. I was planning to just… let the friendship evolve and see where it takes me.”
Adam moved even closer. You could feel his warm breath on your lips. “I would be honored to help you rediscover what love is like…”
You felt chills run up your spine, and you gazed into this man’s brown eyes. “You… You’re really that fond of me?”
“I can’t help it.” He grinned at you. “I’m sucked in by your charm.”
Your face went bright red. You felt hot suddenly. Having such a cute man tell you that you looked good made you feel confident, but also made you feel awkward. You laughed nervously.
Adam tousled your hair. “I like your voice,” he said seriously.
You kept your eyes on the floor. “Thanks…”
Adam stepped closer to you. It amazed you that neither of you were physically touching at this point. He brushed his fingers through your hair with one hand and with the other he cupped your cheek. He came even closer.
Now you were touching. His chest was slightly pressing on yours and your legs were starting to get tangled together. You looked up. His eyes were right there! Everything was so close to you, it made you dizzy.
“Woah… hi…” you whispered.
“Hi…” Adam whispered back.
You stayed like that for several minutes. Adam slowly kept getting closer and closer to you until finally he had you in an embrace so loving and affectionate that you couldn’t believe you were you. You felt like someone else, then you realized this was happening. You snuggled closer to him, your head on his chest, his arms around your body, and his right leg holding you up. You were warm, and happy. This was the best time of your life. You closed your eyes.
In the blissful moment of relaxation you were taken aback by the sudden pressure being added to your fragile lips. It was a slow and gentle brushing on your mouth. You moaned out loud in surprise and leaned away from Adam, thus breaking apart from his kiss.
Gazing up at the man in awe, you realized how close you were standing to him. Your head got foggy and your hands got sweaty. You turned away from him. Adam seemed to realize his mistake. “Was… that too soon? I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me.”
But you were perfectly fine. You couldn’t even believe what had just happened. “It was wonderful!” You exclaimed.
“You looked so… pure… I couldn’t resist.”
You nodded in understanding, and turned back to Adam. Confidence was rising inside you steadily and you kissed him again, swifty, lustfully. Adam took his hands in yours and leaned even closer - if that was even possible. You sighed into his mouth a couple of times out of desperation. “I haven’t felt another’s lips in so long.”
“I’m glad I could be the one to fix that,” Adam whispered in your ear seductively.
You shivered at his words. “Thank you. You’re really good at it.”
“Is there anything ELSE I could help you with?” He gave you a wink.
You shook your head. “N-Not yet…”
“I can change that, if you’d like?”
“Oh…” You blushed. “No thank you. Not yet, at least.”
“Sure,” Adam leaned back against the wall, his arms over his chest once again. “You’re really too pretty to be all alone like this,” he said.
“I’d say the same about you,” you replied cheesily.
Adam stepped away from the wall, and held his hand out to you. “Care to dance, Y/N? It’s been kind of a quiet night. Why not add some cream to our coffee, yeah?”
You giggled shyly at his analogy, and took his hand. You let him take you to the dance floor, where he pulled you close, super close - like so close that your lips were almost touching one another’s - and began to guide you into a waltz. He moved forward, you moved back. You put your head on his shoulder, and reveled in his smoky scent.
You went around once, then twice, then three times, then four times. All sense of time went out the window. You just kept moving. Your bodies were so close. All you wanted was to feel his body right next to yours… all night long…
It was too soon to be thinking like that, and you knew it. You discarded the thought immediately. But your movements were slow, like you were in a time lapse of zero-point-twenty-five; a slowed version of the song playing above. Your breath was loud, your heart was heavy, your vision was dark.
Five times around now.
You just wouldn’t stop. You couldn’t. Neither of you. It was like you were stuck on repeat. Rewinding everytime it was getting close to the end. You didn’t want it to change. You were happy. It had been so long since you’d felt arms around you.
Felt your heart beat like it was lovesick.
Felt your stomach doing butterflies.
Felt someone else’s body heat.
Felt someone else’s heartbeat.
Felt a closeness to someone you’d never met before.
Felt like someone loved you.
You hugged Adam at last, still moving in a waltz, but no longer keeping up the position.
Six, seven, eight, nine, times around.
Damn, this was too good for you. You didn’t deserve this, did you? You only met this guy right now. You knew nothing about him yet. But that’s what second dates were for, right?
You were in denial. You wanted to love again, but you were scared. You felt like it was too soon. How had you found the perfect guy by accident, your first time in three years? Were you just that lucky, or was he not what he said he was? Or was your fate just perfect?
Fuck. You were indeed in love. And there was nothing you could do about it.
Adam pulled his fingers through your hair slowly, and you breathed in carefully, allowing your mind to relax. What the fuck were you doing, letting yourself loose like this with someone you didn’t know? Another deep breath, and yet another spin around. You’d lost track at this point. Was it eleven or twelve? You breathed in again, and you could hear Adam’s rhythmic breathing slow to match up with yours.
In together, out together. In together, out together.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
Again and again, again and again.
Around, around, around.
The only thing that told you the laser-lights were flashing were the red and orange stripes flickering across your closed eyelids. Your movements were starting to waver, so were Adam’s. You danced until, finally, you both came to a stop. You raised your head up searchingly. “What’s wrong?” You asked it like you’d known this man for years.
He answered it like he’d known you for years. “Thought… It was getting late. You need a ride home? I can take you.”
“No,” you said instantly. “I… shouldn’t…”
“You’re right. Let me call you an uber. I’ll pay.”
“No.” you leaned into him, pushing him back. “It’s getting closer to the end, hit rewind…” You mumbled inaudibly.
“Hmm?” Adam asked quietly.
“Let’s keep going.” You insisted, turning again. This made thirteen. “I’m not ready to leave yet.”
Adam smiled into your hair, and started again. “Okay. We can stay for as long as you want. I guess I don’t really have anywhere to be tomorrow.”
“Good,” you whispered as you started waltzing around the dance floor once more. It was quiet as the night dragged on, and a cool breeze started to blow in through the open window, but for you the night would never end. You wouldn’t have it any other way. You were just happy that you’d found someone to spend a little time with.
You were able to get away from your dreary life at home and open up to someone. To talk with someone. To feel someone. Finally, you were getting on with your life. You were so relieved to be passing this blockage.
You pressed your cheek against Adam’s chest, turned your nose up, smiled, emotion so strong within you, your mind was numb. In a haze of satisfaction, you raised your head, your vision blurring from the neon lights. Adam’s face was darkened, but even so there was still kindness showing in his eyes. His lips were just within eye level, making it difficult to concentrate on anything else. You parted your lips slightly, almost hesitantly, then put your mouth on his, stretching up on your toes to reach better.
The dopamine rush engulfed you; clouds departing to reveal the sun after a rainy day. You gasped, your mind spun, Adam kissed you back. The warm flavor was like rosy, poofy, wedding cake. The way in which it filled your mouth so silkily was fascinating, and how the supply was just endless. You would never run out of anything here. Not from a source as strong as this! And, with this in mind, you dove in deeper, all with the intent of keeping Adam Stanheight from going home.
It worked. Of course it did.