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[doux-scarlet]

Though you’re here right now,

I am missing tomorrow.

I would give my all,

my joy and sorrow,

to be in here with you.

To share our song, our vision, our love—

with you here right now,

I am missing tomorrow.

Call it what you want.

My label is bliss,

and my definition for that is:

the moment I will miss.

Have you tried catching sunlight in your hands?

The rays wiggle through your fingers,

but the warmth remains imprinted on the skin.

Have you tried catching tomorrow?

Our time slips through our fingers,

but today’s brilliance is in our reach.

That is what she, the sun, must teach.

And yes, I would give my all

for a second of time and the warmth of bliss.

So as you are here right now,

I am busy catching tomorrow.

[doux-scarlet]

Like a hibiscus, reaching for the heavens, trying to see a glimpse of the sun, hoping to bask in its warmth, begging to have another chance tomorrow. Petals may sooth our sight, but through frigid winter days and everlasting summer nights, they see themselves hoping for another chance tomorrow. And if tomorrow never comes, at least I have today to be like a hibiscus, reaching for the heavens, trying to see a glimpse of the sun, hoping to bask one last time in its warmth, begging to enjoy the rest of the rays.

[doux-scarlet]

I Am Nobody, Really, I Am Kate

— a poetic monologue from my soul

I know who I am,

and I can’t run away

even when I don’t understand her.

She needs me.

And though I hate to admit it,

I need her.

She’s completely different

from how I make myself appear—

from how others perceive me.

Even from how I perceive myself.

It’s hard to believe that girl is who she is…

that she is me… sometimes.

I named her Kate

because her music gave me a new soul.

This Kate is confident in her wandering.

She doesn’t have a home.

She is her home.

She would be perfectly happy

chasing the stars for the rest of her life.

She’d stand at the midnight horizon

on a French Caribbean balcony—

salty breeze dancing through her wild curls,

lifting the hem of her white nightgown.

The moon kissing the ocean,

turning its ripples into sparkles.

A ghostly voice calling her name,

haunting her thoughts.

And she would follow it.

Not to find a home.

Not to discover who she is.

But for the adventure

and the meaning it gives along the way.

Kate would stare into her lovers’ eyes

with a quiet, sturdy, knowing confidence.

A smirk.

A maroon lip.

A twinkle in her honey eyes.

She is defiant and strong.

A dreamer.

A song.

She knows who she is.

And she isn’t me.

Kate is a daydream.

An illusion.

A wish.

But she comes

from the caverns of my soul.

She is the smile of my heart.

She needs me to live.

Without my desires,

there is no Kate.

and without Kate…

what are my desires?

I am nobody,

really,

I am Kate.

[thesweetnessofspring]

One of my favorite things about Everlark is how they make each other smile and laugh a lot. While Gale says he never sees Katniss smile outside of the woods, Peeta is making Katniss smile and laugh on the train, in the Capitol, in the arena. They're joking with each other even as either or both of them could die soon, lightening the situation they're in. That is love right there.

[doux-scarlet]

“The freedom to be yourself is a gift only you can give yourself. But once you do, no one can take it away.”

― Doe Zantamata

[sweetlikeacherry]

summer to-do list: unlearn internalized shame, sunbathe, read some good books

[neroliperfume]

my five year plan? read a lot of books. visit museums. walk through woods. stand in a river. adopt a little kitty. drink lemonade while sitting in a rocking chair on my porch.

[doux-scarlet]

Real. It has always been real.