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you’re black coffee and moonshine. the sound of swords in sunshine and a dagger at night. a latin incantation read like poetry. you make me feel like i can understand omens. like the blood on my knees is sugrcane. like a library on fire. a murder of crows all circling. i want you like a scar wants to bleed. i want you like echoes want speech. i want you like a blue halloween.
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By Nicola Samori
I will love you as monsters love fear, and as dragons love gold. I will love you as chaos loves volcanoes and as benevolent Gods love war. For love is dangerous, unforgiving, and as benevolent as those who created it. I will love you through it all.
“She was ordinary. She was remarkable. Of such commonplace contradictions are weapons made.”
In An Absent Dream- Seanan McGuire
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She did not fall in love, she looked down and jumped. He, on the other hand, hit the bottom before he even felt the wind graze his skin.
“What’s your favourite colour?”
A tilt of his head.
“Guess.”
They were sitting on one of the many picnic tables scattered in the area. Her on one side with him as her opposite.
“I think it’s red,” She stared beyond him. Looking but not quite seeing.
“Why is that?” He focused on her hands. Vaguely aware of her picking at her nails.
“Because red is scary.”
“Do you find me scary?”
“I think you like scary. You like the passion, the fear. Red is exciting. It’s blood, and fire, and heat.”
“You never answered my question.”
“And you never answered mine. So tell me,” Her eyes found his. “What is your favourite colour?”
“Are you happy here?”
“Of course. Why? What’s wrong?
She’s looking out, staring into space.
“Am I enough for you. I mean, you used to have it all, and now you have me, and I’m nothing” She gives a small huff of laughter, and finally glaces up to see his eyes.
“You’re everything.”
I have an image in my head. I have words I want spoken. Yet I have neither the voice nor skill to express them.
“What is going on in that head of yours?”
“What do you mean?”
“You have this look on your face. Like you’re thinking about something, but can’t hold the thought.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“I just meant you look lost in thought. Forget it.”
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Princess
“Hello Princess.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“Does it bother you?”
“Obviously yes. Don’t call me that.”
“Or what? What are you going to do? Think carefully about this Princess. Don’t wanna bite off more than you can chew.”
The main course this evening , attention
A prompt
“I could kill you.”
“You can try.”
“What makes you so confident that I’ll fail?” A smirk, “Do I really seem that weak to you?”
A hesitant pause. A refusal for eye contact.
“You’ll fail because you don’t want me dead.”
“And why do you say that?”
“Because if you did, I’d have been gone last week.”
It as a beautiful mural. A sunset overlooking a great expanse of sea. Seemingly from the perspective of one on land. The girl who had painted it, however, was nothing special to look at. Especially as she is currently covered in pain, and hiding in a garbage bin.
Are senior portraits next month? Yes. Is that gonna stop me from dyeing my hair bright red? No.
only God can judge me now
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I may be screaming into the void right now, but writing is such an odd pastime to think about. I know that I, personally, write because I have things to say. They may not always be super deep, or super good, but it’s my writing, and my thoughts, and my ideas laid out on a piece of paper. And to know that other people do this, and write their thoughts, and their feelings, and whatever else is on their mind absolutely fascinates me.
Intentions can be tricky. Especially when you don’t know what you want until after the deed is done. Missteps within deeds change the intention perceived by the viewer. This could be disastrous or a godsend based on the circumstances and the situation. Still, intention seemingly are only effective when they are conveyed correctly and accurately. That’s not to say that intentions don’t matter. Only that they tend to be misused and haphazardly thrown as an end all cure all. As if a misinterpretation was the true cause of the argument itself.
