fever dream

Victor stared at the wall as if it were still a window. “He doesn’t know how patient you are,” he said. “Doesn’t know you like I do.”  Eli cleaned the blood from his hand.  “No,” he said softly. “No one ever has.”

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Courage, Strength, and Magic {requested by featheredmoonwings}

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i begin to sing of rich-haired d e m e t e r  .  .  .

The ghost of him between the sheets. The shadow of her old self curled into the shadow of him.

Dramatic music plays that intensifies as the camera cuts to an establishing shot of camp half blood. The camera cuts again to inside Percy’s cabin as he stands in ratty sweat pants, drinking coffee straight from the pot, waiting for his hot pocket to cook.

Do not be fooled by its commonplace appearance. Like so many things, it is not what is outside, but what is inside that counts. This is no ordinary lamp! It once changed the course of a young man’s life; a young man who, like this lamp, was more than what he seemed: a diamond in the rough.

honey seas: even more roses - nia 

october 29

I mean he’s sensitive, people bully him, too, and he feels lonely and hasn’t got anybody to talk to, and he’s not afraid to show his feelings and cry!

“I’ll be there for you. When the rain starts to pour. I’ll be there for you. Like I’ve been there before.”

Noel McKenna (Australian, b. 1956), Through the Alps. Oil on plywood, 42 x 44 cm.