A King who came not from afar
But from the stars.
Dreamt beyond this Earth
Only to find in your eyes
All the love just and true.
As some of you may already know, I’ve been working on an online magazine with two other people.
We’ve named it Vicious Tongue. We’re currently looking for contributors, so If you would like to contribute—whether it’s art, poetry, or other written…
I might try to contribute.
I do all the things you used to hate. I dye my hair colors that make the church ladies stare. I go to bed without dinner and subside entirely on air. I make tea and pour cream in after. I give up reading. I give up The Beatles. I never eat another plate of scrambled eggs. I shape myself into someone you would dislike. My speech sharpens. My teeth turn to fangs. I let go of the softness that drew you to me. My fingernails itch to become claws and I don’t fight it. This is what it takes to survive. I let people into my bed that I would have walked right past with you. He is sad-eyed and needs my flimsy paper wrists to support him. I pour every late night with you into him, until he says, ‘I love you, I love you’ and I say, ‘Shh, you’ll ruin the fun.’ I do what it takes to forget you, and at the end, have more bruises than the ones I started with, but I can finally look at a sunset and not feel anything at all.
Lora Mathis, I Practice Death To Forget You
It’s so easy to hate. It takes strength to be gentle and kind.
Look! Here comes an angel… This is the first impression given by your sign combination. Your Sun and Ascendant signs both have Air as their element, the attributes of which are superficiality and quick-wittedness, communication skills, and interest in other people. With the help of Venus, who…
Pretty on point for myself!
And so it was, two souls meeting in dreams
languid is the love of ages
the world ends and we will love again
Such things are not whims of animals,
but the taste from the gods.
Nature of a little
There’s nothing false about her innocence. It’s real. So is the vulnerability that comes with it. Her will is strong and that’s what makes her so miraculous. Her will gives you strength and drives you to be all that she needs. All that she desires. But her innocence makes her heart fragile. It makes her sensitive and vulnerable in ways the rest of us can’t fathom. She’s not weak. She’s anything but. However she is easily torn and broken. Her nature is like that of a delicate flower. Under a guiding hand and a loving touch she will grow beautiful, bright, and strong. She will stand out and reach far beyond her roots. Her potential is limitless like her imagination. And once unleashed her love will grow like vines covering all that holds her up. Yet it only takes a drought of love and dark days to ruin her beautiful glow and whither away at her delicate soul. And like a trampled and forgotten flower she will lose her strength and silently fall like dying petals. Once she is fully broken there is no bringing her heart back to life. So love her passionately and hold her up high. You will never find a treasure so priceless or an innocence of such magnitude in all your life. She truly is a miracle. And it takes strong hands and a love as powerful as her beauty to hold her up and set her potential free. She deserves nothing less.
I must not fear. Fear is the mind killer. Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration. I will face my fear. I will allow it to pass over me and through me. When it has gone I will turn the inner eye to see its path. Where the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.
Bene Gesserit Litany Against Fear, Frank Herbert’s “Dune” (via xkatchy)
One of my favorite mantras.