Almost Moon

@nudesty-blog

about self twitter gram message "No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.”

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I can't shake this negativity nor bad feeling brewing in the pit of my stomach.

I fall in love with people every day

Tired eyes #selfie

I go into books naively, no matter how many books I've read. It is a lesson never learned, and one i'm not sure I ever want to learn. Before I know it I am emotionally mutilated, pieces of me scattered between pages, sometimes sentences, and sometimes even words. I cry and grieve for the end of a character which eventually will become the end of the book. I reflect and forget, and do it again. It is this process that I am so in love with, living a thousand lives almost certainly more exciting than my own, but giving it momentum. 'Everything is Illuminated' has mutilated me once more and it is up to me to sit with thread and needle and bring the mosaic of myself back together, like a patchwork quilt so precious and personally valuable, it has been stitched and repaired countless times that one has lost track of the original patch work pattern. 'Everything is Illuminated' has disproved something I have passionately defended: The (once thought fact) that creation is entirely personal and only for self-gain. Creation is generous. Creation is the poetry and books that line our shelves and open libraries. Creation is the art that opened the galleries. Creation is shared. Creation is a conversation always between two people even when viewing it alone. Between the subject and it's creator Creation is never selfish but neither it is self-less. It may be the only thing that strikes the balance correctly.

#personal #rambling #creation

So cassjaytuck lead me to your blog because she reblogged your fantastic and eloquent analysis of Peter Pan. I have to say when I clicked on your self tag on your page I was so surprised because you are so beautiful and I think it's so rare to find someone with acute, fluent literary intelligence who has such a pretty face.

Wow, this is so lovely, thank-you mr/ms anon :) x

Hi there! I happened to see your post about Peter Pan pop up on my dash and I thought I would recommend "The Child Thief" by Brom. It's a different take on the story with more violence and some dark points, but it might provide a different view on the story itself. Hope you don't mind this popped out of the blue, but I thought it might be something to look in to. >x>

I have heard of this! So many people have recommended this to me in the past. I definitely will look into it. Thank you so much, this is very thoughtful! :)

2 am (or near 2 am) epiphanies is what my life is consumed of at the moment, however this one needed to be remembered. Since last year I have been living in mental chaos; an erratic vortex of thoughts and wants, misinterpreted necessities and desires, unrecognisable fear. At eighteen I never expected to be settled and prepared for life and with this in mind, the chaos that clouded my mentality was not the issue. Fear is the issue and always has been. Impossible contradictions; desperate for change but inexplicably terrified of it. My life is molded by romance hence my acute obsession for history; it's romantic (Some may argue some events are not, but trust me, I will painstakingly search for any shred that can be romanticised). It is for this reason I mourn for a ship buried 2 miles beneath the ocean surface seasoned with it's cracked and broken china plates, Which is the same reason I marvel in awe at ruin. There is something so beautiful about ruin, something that is absent from preservation and protection. So why am I so afraid to give in and let myself be ruined by change if only for a little while? Cities build up around ruin but they do not demolish them, because they are scars of what has been overcome and conquered. They are part of a city's survival and restoration. Strength. Change ruins us all. If only we were so brave as to make our ruin monuments as cities do. As they deserve to be.

#personal #epiphany #change #ruin #its 2 am why does this happen at 2 am

Scotland says 'yes' to equal marriage.

#scotland #gay marriage #equality #proud #its time

I've never claimed to be a worthy writer, and never did I expect anything I wrote to be of any great importance, praise or worth. The post I wrote on Peter Pan a while ago has around 1,100 notes give or take and sometimes when I feel worthless I click on the reblogs and read the tags and I am so touched. I am touched to see my writing remembered by strangers when they read a book, watch a film or even visit a place. There is no greater honour

It's when I see the possibilities play out in front of me that I grow weary and envious. "You're only free if you have the means to be free"

A stranger to pour my heart out to would be handy right now.

Do you ever have one of those nights where you desperately refresh your twitter feed, emails and facebook page as though you might receive a message from God telling you what to do? I just want to know if this gets better and there's no signs of it ever happening. And what's worse is that I'm completely alone in this.

Picture from yesterday: short hair don't care. #toomanyselfies #shorthair #redlips #itlookslikeialwayswearthisjumper

#toomanyselfies #itlookslikeialwayswearthisjumper #redlips #shorthair

People are cruel.

There is nothing better than reading a book and not knowing what chapter you're on. True enjoyment.

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