Jon Saviours

The Findings/Thoughts of a Lone Creature

[89rooms]

“Tell me, what names have been whispered at your altar? What language would you like me to use when I whisper yours?”

— Kerry Banazek, from section iv of “As an Experiment,” Seneca Review (vol. 40, no. 2, Fall 2010)

[jonsaviours]

You're not like everyone else, it's evident from the way you suffer.

You're a human portrait of inexhaustible sorrow, I wonder if you've ever felt love

All that time spent alone, did you long for a savior or an executioner

[jonsaviours]

[jonsaviours]

Cecilia my divine wound.

If you find me, Cecilia,

It won't be because I wished it,

and if you ever did

It would no longer be me,

I'll be a canvas of flesh devoid of truths and absolutes

How was I ever here if I barely recognize reality

[jonsaviours]

only a real artist knows the actual anatomy of the terrible or the physiology of fear—

—H.P Lovecraft

[jonsaviours]

I'm just pulling your cyber-horn

You punk demon

[jonsaviours]

Your eyes are made of dark crystals,

and your mortal parts reminds

my feeble soul why we were never meant to be holy.

[adamnsight]

Have you ever seen brown eyes in the sun? You don’t always notice it at first but you’ll see that ‘brown’ no longer describes them. They melt into golden rays, circling an eclipse. There’s nothing boring about brown eyes, not even when the later hours encroach; they just turn into a sunset of their own. 

[greeksblog]

There's an entire community online that's just people going "I'm gonna die alone" and everyone else going "lol same" like. Do you not realize the potential here or??

[influencedgenetics]

how to fall in love with life again

go cloud-gazing, lay down in the grass on a sunny day, or empty roads on a rainy day, stare up at the sky and let your mind wander.

read a book so complex that you don't understand anything, fill your arms with scrawled definitions.

writing poems and notes of kindness, hiding them for other people to find and pass along!

read passages of love in another language, untranslated and realise that love can surpass even the greatest of barriers.

find your favourite flower! hunt for it, research it, write an essay on why you love it and how much it means to you!

buy another copy of your favourite book, fill the pages with annotations and give it to a second hand shop for somebody else to experience it the way that you do.

fill a journal with moments of your life, even if you don't think they're very interesting.

listen to music whilst looking at the moon and stars, realising how beautiful life is.

visit an art gallery or a museum near you. become familiar with it, visit it until you know it inside out. make it your special place.

learn the little things about people, including yourself. find their favourite colour and why, find their music taste, their taste in books until you know them perfectly.

the small things! taking sips of warm beverages becomes the most comforting thing, closing your eyes for a moment on a bus and focusing on the lull of movement.

bake/cook your favourite treat. experiment and find the way that makes it taste simply ethereal.

[jonsaviours]

YOUR NAME IS THE MOON.

AND YOUR HEART IS THE SUN.

WE’VE WALKED IN DIVERGENT PATHS,

BUT I SWEAR, I'VE SEEN YOU FROM THE STARS.

[jonsaviours]

Death's bride courts the angels

And if good men die the war is already lost.

So Speak fairly not of today but tomorrow when we rejoice

In the crimson fire spawned from our enemies gore.