jimtremor:

Glory Tremor I need to borrow a pair of boxers for bed because Jeeves’s fall off me. I took yours. They have a pocket in the front. It’s a very poorly designed pocket. Everything I put in there falls down the inside and out. Stupid pocket. >_<

Darwin Tremor ‎(I chuckle and touch your…

If you love life, don’t waste time, for time is what life is made up of.
Bruce Lee (via sirmitchell)
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ARTISTS SOUGHT

‎The Facebook Tremor RP Group is currently seeking a decent artist willing to do commissioned portraits of characters. If you’ve got a deep love for all things Tremor, an interest in getting to know an amazing online family, and the talent, please link to or send a sample of your work directly to me. Payment given in advance via Paypal, cash or check. Here’s your chance to make a few dollars and get your work out there. 

I intend to purchase an image for every single family member who wishes to have one. I am offering your standard portrait fees per image image, and we have over 20 members. The person selected for this stands to make quite a decent chunk of change. So don’t just ignore this post. I will keep looking until I find the right person. Every Tremor in our large and boisterous online family deserves an original depiction of themselves, reflecting how unique they are.

For more information, and to send samples of your work, contact Red Tremor on Facebook at 
http://www.facebook.com/mrs.tremor 

Nothing in this world means more to me than my husband. I love him with all of my heart and soul and I have never been loved this much in return. So many are bitter about love. Unbelievers in the phenomenon simply because they have not experienced it themselves. When it clicks it clicks, and suddenly everything falls into place. You are not your own anymore…you are part of a universe of two. You breathe in tandem, maintain your selfhood while at the same time melding effortlessly with another. There is no other way to explain it than in the words of the poet Pablo Neruda:

"I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,

or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.

I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,

in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms

but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;

thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,

risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.

I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;

so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,

so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,

so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.”

That is how we love, my soul mate and I. That is the only love we know, and it is all we need know. My deepest hope for the world is that every human being upon it, and indeed every creature capable of the emotion would feel a love like this wash through them in a tidal wave at least once. It transforms. It destroys and rebuilds. It strengthens and weakens. It moves the participants to laughter and to tears. And it ensures that the soul feels more deeply, more keenly, more broadly, more divinely, more intimately than ever before. When you are in love like this, a glance or a word is as intimate as making love, and making love is more jarring to the spirit than seeing the face of God. The trite obsession this culture has with carefree, loveless sexuality seems suddenly as quaint and laughable and distant as watching children play with plastic toys. 

His hand on my chest is my hand. God bless this union. And as he falls asleep, my eyes invariably close….. 

The Red Widow

Before they went megaton, before they laid waste, before they brought down the fire upon the heads of a room full of FBI agents in a second-rate casino in Vegas and wiped out over half of them, before they fell one by one in a blaze of glory…they lived.

The Red Widow

Ghosts of Babylon

Audrey didn’t die in the crash. Bleeding, suffering immense pain but still alive, the young girl is pulled from the wreckage by one just as injured as she is, though he wears his wounds on the inside. Their relationship will threaten to destroy them both. (Legion fanfiction)

Ghosts of Babylon

durandsterlingpine:

Happy birthday, Gwynne Gilford! I hope you had a wonderful day!


Aaaaaand on behalf of the entire female population and a good portion of the male, might I just say &#8220;THANK YOU!&#8221;

durandsterlingpine:

Happy birthday, Gwynne Gilford! I hope you had a wonderful day!

Aaaaaand on behalf of the entire female population and a good portion of the male, might I just say “THANK YOU!”

I f*cking love this cat.