#geckowincestuous

I see I'm not the only one having problems with writing longer stories.

I was mostly feeling disappointed or frustrated with myself.

I wanted to write, but once it started to get longer and longer and I still only just started what I wanted to put into the chapter, I was like "daaaaamn, why does it take sooo long" and the whole no-patience stroke again and I lost the motivation to write more (hopefully just for today).

And wow, you really wrote a long story!!

*hugs* I tried to get tested for asthma but they discovered I had anemia. We’re the same that way in we think ignorance is bliss Gahh, so sorry D:

 Ugh, I know right!? And it's not really that bad, the part that's bothering me is that I'm gonna be on treatment for 18 months and may have to take hormone replacements

ohhhhh nice one :D

imma go w jared bc for some reason dean is way more hotter to me as fili than as himself irl o.O also jared yes

Yay!

I do not feel immortal,

yet the ages have changed and the only time

I hear your sparkling voice is in the rare moments I sleep.

(the temptation not to open my eyes again

grows ever stronger, yet I cannot afford it yet.)

these lands have never felt so empty nor vast,

spreading more and more with every day without you.

no, I don't feel immortal, simply endless.

*

I can't make myself think of our youth

for the fear that even thinking will soil the purity

we all wore as second clothing.

my biggest sin, I now see,

is loving our mortal kin too much.

not sin, perhaps, but I can't bear to call it otherwise

when nothing more stands between us, my lady.

*

I miss the years we spent simply watching the leaves,

changing colours as the seasons fell,

beautiful and constant in their flow,

like the waters of Imladris, never the same

without the gentle caress of your lyre

amongst its waves.

(the sound that long ago turned into ashes,

leaving nothing but abyss in its wake)

*

my shoulders are more brittle every day,

yet I must endure. darkness threatening 

to swallow us whole should we weaken.

I cannot afford that,

but soon I will come to you again, my lady,

to spend the eternity in your hands.

may the years be gentle to us then once again,

ahahahhaha, you're awesome :D

ily .))))

the night is falling, starless night,

reminding me of those I should've forgotten,

when both mine and the bones of this earth were young.

the night is falling, corrupted and intrusive.

*

yet the life is good!

my land is still green, fish still merrily swimming,

and my lady all the merriness embodied.

we've seen the darkness, we did,

and nevertheless we keep on dancing!

*

through the shallows and deep grasses,

among our rooted friends we dance.

there is light in this world not yet extinguished,

there are children and happiness and songs,

all of it worth dancing for.

*

old tom sees. old tom remembers.

he sees his sister pillaged and torn and bloodied,

suffers for her and keeps on smiling all the more.

someone has to, in the end. someone has to,

and who better than the old tom?

*

this too shall pass.

our bones aren't anywhere near breaking yet,

even if we're old and gnarly and yes, diminished,

we can still dance.

smile now, and on your merry feet: