This Time Last Year, I Could Have Told You Who I Was, And Who I Was Going To Spend The Rest Of My Life

This time last year, I could have told you who I was, and who I was going to spend the rest of my life with. Twelve months have passed and now all I’m sure about… is that it’s December again.

rhymingtherapy, writing prompt #72, write about December (via wnq-writers)

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7 years ago
Almost Forgot To Post About The Subscription Cover I Did For Over The Garden Wall # 19 ! Heeho-

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7 years ago

Something tapped me on the shoulder Something whispered, "Come with me," "Leave the world of men behind you, "Come where care may never find you "Come and follow, let me bind you "Where, in that dark, silent sea, "Tempest of the world n'er rages; "There to dream away the ages, "Heedless of Time's turning pages, "Only, come with me." "Who are you?" I asked the phantom, "I am rest from Hate and Pride. "I am friend to king and beggar. "I am Alpha and Omega, "I was councilor to Hagar "But men call me suicide. "I was weary of tide breasting, Weary of the world's behesting, And I lusted for the resting As a lover for his bride. And my soul tugged at its moorings And it whispered, "Set me free. "I am weary of this battle, "Of this world of human cattle, "All this dreary noise and prattle. "This you owe to me." Long I sat and long I pondered, On the life that I had squandered, O'er the paths that I had wandered Never Free. In the shadow panorama Passed life's struggles and its fray. And my soul tugged with new vigor, Huger grew the phantom's figure, As I slowly tugged the trigger, Saw the world fade swift away. Through the fogs old Time came striding, Radiant clouds were 'bout me riding, As my soul when gliding, gliding, From the shadow into day.

The Tempter by Robert E. Howard

7 years ago

And yet I adore him. I think he’s quite crazy, and with no place or occupation in life, and far from happy, and philosophically irresponsible – and there is absolutely nobody like him.

Vladimir Nabokov, Ada or Ardor: A Family Chronicle (via quotespile)

7 years ago

:)

Dans une année chaque moment compte; Alors je vous souhaite. 1 an d'allégresse. 12 mois de plaisir. 52 semaines de bien-être. 365 jours de chance. 8784 heures de succés. 527040 minutes d'amour. pour un total de 31602400 secondes de Bonheur. Bonne Année à tous 

7 years ago
Good Morning Beautiful World! I Was Hoping To Meet You Here. :)

Good morning beautiful world! I was hoping to meet you here. :)

7 years ago

Me, every fucking day even though I'm getting decent grades with not too much effort. :D

It’s Great.

It’s great.

7 years ago

The Lovers will drink wine night and day. They will drink until they can tear away the veils of intellect and melt away the layers of shame and modesty. When in Love, body, mind, heart and soul don’t even exist. Become this, fall in Love, and you will not be separated again.

Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī

7 years ago

Laughing way too hard at this.

Prophet Like It’s Hot

Prophet like it’s hot

7 years ago

I am not the first person you loved. You are not the first person I looked at with a mouthful of forevers. We have both known loss like the sharp edges of a knife. We have both lived with lips more scar tissue than skin. Our love came unannounced in the middle of the night. Our love came when we’d given up on asking love to come. I think that has to be part of its miracle. This is how we heal. I will kiss you like forgiveness. You will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms will bandage and we will press promises between us like flowers in a book. I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat on your skin. I will write novels to the scar of your nose. I will write a dictionary of all the words I have used trying to describe the way it feels to have finally, finally found you. And I will not be afraid of your scars. I know sometimes it’s still hard to let me see you in all your cracked perfection, but please know: whether it’s the days you burn more brilliant than the sun or the nights you collapse into my lap your body broken into a thousand questions, you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. I will love you when you are a still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane.

Clementine von Radics

7 years ago

I

don’t think. anymore.

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