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“People think that intimacy is about sex. But intimacy is about truth. When you realize you can tell someone your truth, when you can show yourself to them, when you stand in front of them and their response is “you’re safe with me” –that’s intimacy.”
— The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo: A novel by Taylor Jenkins Reid (via jenshraders)
Allow me to say something unpopular...
Liberals deserve to have their voice heard. Conservatives deserve to have their voice heard. There are reasons we each have our own viewpoint. On an individual level, they are very valid viewpoints. We need both sides in order to move together as a country. Just like the brain, the left needs the right. The right side needs the left. We can work together. We just need to listen and try to understand each other. Freedom of speech cannot be a thing only when it’s convenient for us. Conservatives deserve to feel safe on campus. The last thing I want is for someone to feel beat down as I have. We are supposed to enlighten each other and ourselves. That enlightenment doesn’t need a label. Please do not be that which you hate. Hate begets hate. We have to have open and honest conversations to see progress. Not jump down each others throat. Emotions are powerful. Passion is powerful. Let’s not abuse that power. Let’s use it in a way to help, not hurt. Thank you for hearing me out.
We’ve got to live, no matter how many skies have fallen.
D.H. Lawrence, Lady Chatterley’s Lover (via otro-estupido-ser-humano)
Dwayna: Elonians often depict her rising above drought-ravaged lands.[x]
Melandru: Elonians use magic to sculpt her shrines from a living tree, usually a mebayah or a rooted dreamflower. [x]
Kormir: Statues of Kormir depict her as resting on the crown of Abaddon with one arm, whilst holding the Book of Secrets in the other. [x]
Lyssa: Lyss, half of the twin Goddess, is extremely important to the people of Vabbi, who believe that it was she who shaped the world, and that they were molded in her own glorious image.[x]
Grenth: Elonians often leave offerings of bone, ivory and, when times are hard, flesh and sinew at the feet of statues of Grenth.[x]
Balthazar: Elonian depictions occasionally replace the hounds with other predatory animals, such as lions. [x]
And so, her sun set.
R.I.P. Dazenah D’Alessio
25 Colussus 1306 - 3 Scion 1329
Day 8 of the Scion, 1329 [Iesus messiah ut, me decantus] [Iesus messiah ut, me decantus...] The children sang on as people silently wept around the caskets. There was a medium sized crowd for the five fallen fighters. Dazenah D’Alessio laid in one of those five. Civilians and fellow soldiers had gathered. The priest had spoken already. Most people stepped up to speak by then. She needed to do something... Something in honor of the woman who’s death brought her back to life. There was no music, save what was in her heart. Debora looked up to the sky, her fallen friend’s staff in her hand. She began to sing... “Never seen a bluer sky. Yeah, I can feel it reaching out and moving closer. There's something about blue...“ Her eyes fell to the people in front of her. The ones who would live on to die one day. Some sooner than later. Some willingly... some not so much. “Asked myself what it's all for. You know the funny thing about it? I couldn't answer No I couldn't answer...” Thoughts ran through her mind. Filled with faces of fallen people. Friends, family, each of their lives compacting on top of her previous experiences. “Things have turned a deeper shade of blue. And images that might be real, may be illusion ...Keep flashing off and on.” One deep breath for those who would take no more. “Free!” A sound for those who could make no more. “Wanna be free!“ A cry for those who would never know their worth. “Gonna be free!“ A song for those who would reside only in memories from here forward. “And move among the stars You know they really aren't so far.” This was a song of the fallen. A she felt Zenah would sing upon release. She was that kind of spirit. These were all fighting spirits, That kind of force to be reckoned with. “Feels so free! Gotta know free! Please... Don't wake me from the dream It's really everything it seemed I'm so free. No black and white in the blue.” Echoes of cries from the families flowed from her own mouth. Musical wailing was all her own as she remembered the loved ones they lost. As her own heart broke,the only solace she could receive was the song itself. “Free! I’m So Free!” The call of her friend. The words of the dead. Free from pain. Free to dwell in mists and memory. Her voice became quieter. Her energy was sapped. Her eyes were wet, her tears would not dry soon. She stood up straight. Everything was going to be fine soon... “Everything is clearer now. Life is just a dream, you know? It’s never ending. ...I'm ascending...”
Day 7 of the Scion, 1329 It was hard for her to watch the procession. Today, five soldiers were being laid to rest. Five children. They ranged in age, but the older Vigil officer believed the oldest was only 30 years of age. An utterance fell from her lips: “May your memory live on.” It had been a year since she returned to Vigil HQ. Retired but in contact, she had seen many memorable faces among the living. Even going through countless funerals and memorials of the fallen, this one stirred her heart most. There was a girl she met after her final tour ended. That young woman brought life back to her life. Though not perfect, she fought on. She and the others rested in their caskets; unaware of the impact on their lives had on others. It hurt. There was a stir in Deborah’s heart. She needed to do something. “May our hearts stay strong.” Watching the children gather for their part, she listened to the words of the priest, the words of the people, the cries of many families. She whispered, “We must stay strong.”
I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become.
Carl Gustav Jung (via purplebuddhaproject)
I feel like you are something I say in the dark.
Wendy Xu,
Nattel added to the quote... ”I feel like you are something I say in the dark. Your care keeps situations from being stark. When I am at my wits end, you bring me peace. I pray to the Six, and mutter your name at least. You reminded me of what was just and right. Always, your kindness pressed me to fight. My colleagues will will keep you in our hearts for with memories, we can never be apart.”
“Her most memorable advice was this. Followed by, ’Do not concern yourself with others. Follow your passions. Do what’s right. Only then will a true companion come by your side and stay in your heart.’ She was helpful to me.... I’m going to miss her.” - Amber
Laid around what was left of her neck.
“I remember that she spoke fondly of a man. Zenah returned and barely uttered a word of him. She mentioned him being ‘an ex-almost.’ I believe If she were here, Daz would want us to do it all the way. Make it a definite yes, or a definite ex.” -Winston
Crystals children made in honor of Zenah. As they looked like Crystals, they were not used outside, but placed inside her casket.
