ONWARDS !

      From that moment on, she doesn’t respond to the name Linkle. Because the stories talk of a hero rescuing the princess, right? Not a heroine. But the Sword has                 chosen her, so she has a duty to fulfill. Not as Linkle the heroine,

                        But as Link, the Hero. Light of Hyrule.

                                      Independent Private & Selective 

                                     Link/le AU from Breath of the Wild  

starting a reply and then pausing to check your dash and never returning

and then when you do go back you forget where you were going with the reply

saving all your replies in your drafts to ‘do later’ and never doing them

thinking about saving your drafts and saying you’ll remember it and the not remembering it

writing a sentence and then thinking of something cool to say later on mid-sentence and writing that instead and then never going back to finish your first sentence

30 different tabs open at all times

stopping replying to format posts/themes instead

putting things in your likes to reblog later but never doing it

10 different tags for one type of post

missing out a detail in a reply because you only skimmed it bc you don’t have the attention-span to read a long-ass para

*  POETRY  PROMPTS  BY  AUTHOR  JOHN KEATS ,  FROM  A  VARIETY  OF  POEMS .

‘ Forget their tea — forget their appetite. ‘

‘ The fire is going out and no one rings. ‘

‘ There’s a large cauliflower in each candle. ‘

‘ Where may your tailor live?  ‘

‘ Shed no tear! oh, shed no tear! ‘

‘ The flower will bloom another year. ‘

‘ Dry your eyes! oh, dry your eyes! ‘

‘ Overhead! look overhead! ‘

‘ Look up, look up! I flutter now. ‘

‘ These blossoms snow upon thy lady’s pall! ‘

‘ A kiss should bud upon the tree of love. ‘

‘ Pleasure never is at home. ‘

‘ Open wide the mind’s cage-door. ‘

‘ When the Night doth meet the Noon. ‘

‘ Where’s the cheek that doth not fade, too  much gaz’d at? ‘

‘ Whose lip mature is ever new? ‘

‘ Where’s the eye, however blue, doth not weary?  ‘

‘ Of secrecy, the violet: what strange powers. ‘

‘ Hast thou, as a mere shadow! ‘

‘ When in an Eye thou art alive with fate! ‘

‘ Where—where slept thine ire? ‘

‘ Or was I a worm—too low crawling for death?  ‘

‘ Why was I not crush’d—such a pitiful germ? ‘

‘ O why didst thou pity, and beg for a worm? ‘

‘ Alone and palely loitering? ‘

‘ So haggard and so woe-begone? ‘

‘ I cry your mercy—pity—love!—ay, love! ‘

‘ Losing its gust, and my ambition blind! ‘

‘ O! let me have thee whole,—all—all—be mine! ‘

‘ Spirit here that reignest! Spirit here that mourneth!  ‘

‘ O breathe a word or two of fire! ‘

‘ Ah! ken ye what I met the day! ‘

‘ Blue! ‘Tis the life of heaven,–the domain ‘

‘ Hush, hush! tread softly! hush, hush, my dear! ‘

‘ All the house is asleep, but we know very well. ‘

‘ Tho’ you’ve padded his night-cap — O sweet {name}!   ‘

‘ For less than a nothing the jealous can hear. ’

‘ No leaf doth tremble, no ripple is there on the river.  ‘

‘ But my {name}’s eyes, and her lips pulp’d with bloom. ‘

‘ Lift the latch! ah gently! ah tenderly — sweet! ‘

‘ We are dead if that latchet gives one little clink! ‘

‘ While I kiss to the melody, aching all through! ‘

‘ Away with old hock and madeira! ‘

‘ There’s a beverage brighter and clearer! ‘

‘ Hither, hither, love! Let us feed and feed! ‘

‘ Leaving great verse unto a little clan? ‘