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Let the rain wash over you.
Wash out your past,
like features carved from marble
Watch it form lakes, oceans,
carve rivers, valleys, canyons in your skin.
Let it take your memories,
fallen leaves drifting down a stream.
Hear the wind howl in your ears.
Hear its call and follow, try to answer,
Let it take your name
and blow it away,
like a feather in the breeze.
Ya know that feeling when you just want to disappear into the woods and become one with the moss? Yeah, me too. Anyways, since I’ve finally gained the courage to post something on here I’m going to try to post as often as possible, but it’s not going to be a regular thing or anything, I’m just going to post when I have something to share I guess. Also yay, my first post!
Love is like a rose petal
I suppose that is why you give them to your love.
Fragile,weak and sometimes they become rotten.
Every time I go to the market I think of you.
My eyes glue to the roses and their petals
and I ask myself why we practice love over and over again.
All we do in the end is wilt among the flowers, dry up and become dull.
But love just like a rose even if they wilt and become rotten
We go back to the market and look for more.
As I stand among the flowers and gaze upon this petal
I admire the beauty and life of this flower.
You see love is like a rose petal
Fragile and yes weak but with care there is
Beauty and life.
As I come home from the market with my flower.
I see our wilting flowers, dry and frozen in time.
Just like us and the memories of our love.
someone has to leave first
the national/inkskinned/leonard cohen/richard siken/arcade fire/anne carson/the front bottoms/the menzingers
I was full on given up on you until you gave me hope. You took me so high just to drop me as quickly and that's why I'm in pain. That's why I'm in this mess. You played push and pull with me and it messed me up so bad I can't help but blame you for half of this hell.
— the reason why.
@empawhistle inquired: " Hey, I think that's yours! " With that Ada threw magnet to Norton. " Watch where you throw these things, I did NOT need to be pulled into hunter today. "
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The Prospector gasped before catching the magnet in his gloved hands. What the hell?? You can’t just throw these things when someone isn’t ready, that’s how you knock someone out! Maybe that’s not what she intended to do, but Norton had always been one to throw blame around.
Just like how he scowled at the woman when she scolded him. “Don’t pick it up then, got it?” he responded. “Watch where you’re steppin’. I can’t control if you walk into my magnets...” Norton then wiped off the magnet and tucked it into his pocket. He wasn’t trying to hit her...the way he saw it, she should’ve been more careful.
I heard the sound of your laughter in someone else and all I wanted to do was hold on to the memory of you for a little longer. A faint warm memory, in the passing of a stranger.
Yet another book sent without acknowledgement or confirmation of receipt. I’m thankful of my spotty memory- it hurts every time I recall the lack of... anything I get in return for some of these.
Perhaps it’s because the original request for color scheme was “navy and grey/silver” ... turns out competing, random shades of blue was the best I could do. Sigh.
Also pictured- the danger in using my 3 folio signature sheets-- too easy to slip up and days later you find a miss-cut folio in the middle of your fully stitched/backed/trimmed textblock. Nothing to do at that point except sigh heavily and vow to do better next time. (the whole text block was thankfully not *that* misaligned but I’m still learning better margin behavior)
Okay I need opinions. Should my crescent moon tattoo have a little face? Or no face?
<3 Dionysos <3