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Twenty years from now, you will be more disappointed by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do. So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbour. Catch the trade winds in your sails. Explore. Dream. Discover.
Mark Twain
26/365
I chose this quote as today's entry because it's a self reminder I feel I will need a lot during this journey
Moving
Friends, I’m officially moving off of Tumblr and revamping a blog project I started a few years ago. If you’d like to follow my writing there, I’d love to connect at twomilksnosugar.wordpress.com.
Yours,
T
this is the moment of giving up, this is one second where the world gets tilted the wrong way, and everything starts changing.
i was alone, walking on a beach made of glass before its glass, and the water looked like glass. the sun cutting itself into shards on the surface, my life a mosaic for once. there was a mosaic in the first house. and it looked so out of place, among the shabby, function-made clothes and the worn furniture. it was a picture of some battle, some war i didn’t remember. none of the people had faces. that month was the hardest month of my whole life. so hard, most days the sun went down like something was forcing it to. most days i didn’t see the sun at all. and all through that i never gave up. but then after that there was another house, and more mosaics, turning battles into victories instead of just bloodshed.
turning people into people with faces. another month of not giving up, of holding a ball of steel in my stomach, getting used to not sleeping. all that and more. the first day of paradise, i wasn’t ready. i knew what everyone else had wanted of me. and i knew how to give enough of it without losing myself. but this one was different. all the walls and the floor too were bare. no battles. no bloodshed. i wasn’t ready for it. i went six weeks without giving up, and without being asked to. when i finally did give up, it was a very gentle thing. more gentle that it had ever been in my entire life. more gentle than i thought was possible. when i finally gave up, i did it unbound, un-coerced. uninhibited.
Each morning
As I drive down the winding road
My toes cold
Breeze invading my clothes
I watch the flowers blossom
Covering in their beauty
The long barren branches
All these weeks
I have watched those
Branches come to life
But only today it struck me
That spring was arriving
Not just on branches
But even in me
The cold wind each moring
Was fanning adament embers
Of passion
Which has wandered off
And got lost
In unknown corners of me
All this while they glowed low
But the cold wind
Had done
What needed to be undone
It was no longer
Just the flowers
Which blossomed
With them there are aslo
Blossoming a thousand me
~Maya ki Leela
Since You Asked So Nicely.
Just a little thing I got into writing for @idiotflowerex.
Here you go my dear, my attempt at a little fic. It is a bit long. I don’t mind it so much.
Prompt/Request: Can someone please write something where Prompto and Noct have a kitten and they name it Nugget?
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Ignis walked in to Prompto screaming, his voice taking on a pained pitch.
“No, please! You can't claw there! You have to let- ow! Noct!”
“Sorry.”
He sighed, took off his shoes and walked all the way in, seeing the predicament in front of him.
Noct held a tiny kitten in the air by its collar, the little thing swiping at Prompto from its perch, letting out a small “meow” as Prompto rubbed his shoulder.
“Nugget, you have to stop that! I'm not a cat post!”
“Probably mistook you for a Chocobo butt.”
“Shut up Noct!”
Ignis cleared his throat, getting the attention of all three, the cat’s tail swishing in the air.
Prompto at least looked guilty.
Noct just blinked and dropped the kitten to the floor.
“Hey Specs.”
“What is that?”
“What does it look like?”
The thing came up, purring and trying to rub itself on Ignis’ legs. Prompto gushed at it.
“Aw, Nugget likes you!”
“Nugget?”
Noct pointed at Prompto with his thumb.
“He named him before I got home-”
“It's a good name!”
“-And unfortunately it stuck.”
Ignis looked down at the cat, looked back up at both of them.
“Where did you even find this creature?”
“On the street.”
“Did you get it checked out?”
They both looked at each other, Noct shrugging and bending down to grab the cat. It meowed but snuggled against him as he cradled it.
Prompto rubbed the back of his head, laughing nervously.
“No?”
Ignis sighed.
“What if it scratches you and gets you sick?”
Prompto smiled, holding out his hands to show off the array of rainbow Band-Aids. Noct held out one hand to show a similar sight.
“I think we are fine.”
Ignis pinched his nose.
“Is it fixed?”
Noct gave him a dirty look in response, petting the car as it purred against him.
“What about shots? Have you thought about those?”
“No Mom, we just got it last week.”
“Plenty of time to act like an adult Noct.”
“She’s not dangerous Specs.”
“And what if something happens Noct?”
“Specs, we got it.”
“I hate to tell you but neither of you are capable of keeping yourselves alive, much less another creature.”
Noct pouted at him.
“It’s fine, we can do it.”
Prompto nodded enthusiastically, standing up and looking at Ignis.
“Iggy, come on! She is adorable! You can’t make us get rid of her!”
Ignis shook his head, pointing at the creature.
“I don’t mean to break up your little crush but this little creature needs to go. It is just going to be worse when you two fail miserably and hurt the thing.”
Noct just sighed, walking over and holding it up for Ignis to see.
It was all tan, the cat taking on a whitewash cream with giant green eyes.
It meowed at Ignis, its tail swishing and it paws reaching out to touch him.
“Not “it” but she. And come on Specs! She is already attached to us!”
“And we already named her! She is basically our family already! Isn’t that right Nugget!?”
The cat turned to Prompto, gave him a little meow in response that had Prompto squealing in jo.
Noct was still looking at Ignis, giving him the slight pout/beg he used on Gladio when he didn’t want to eat something.
Prompto joined in with his puppy eyes.
Even “Nugget” seemed to realize their antic because the tiny thing turned back to him and cocked its head, its paw going out once more.
It meowed softly, its face seeming to fall at the thought of leaving.
Ignis looked at all of them, knew it was a bad idea.
He sighed, fixing his glasses.
“You have to take her to a vet.”
Prompto beamed, that smile like the sun directed straight at Ignis.
“And keep the poor thing fed and bathed.”
Noct was smiling too now, the small curve of his lips all Ignis needed.
“And make sure she doesn’t tear up the apartment or pee everywhere.”
Nugget meowed happily, her purrs loud and clear from Noct’s arms.
“You have to take care of her.”
“Geez Specs, we will.”
Prompto cheered, grabbing Nugget and cuddling against her happily.
Ignis sighed but smiled nonetheless.
The more, the merrier.
I decided to study foreign languages because I love literature, and I wanted to see with my own eyes, without the interposition of the translator, how the authors of my favourite books really felt. I wished to read those emotions directly from the source.
However, now that I try to put on paper and ink how I feel, I realise that nothing we read is devoid of translation and that when I try to convey my feelings via words lots of things get lost in translation.
And I wonder if it's always like this or if it's because I myself am not able to read with a clear mind my own emotions.
36/365
Thought about a way to overcome those missing ✔️ in my trackers: create new challenges every month to spike my interest and challenge myself always more.
Because I am creating myself and this means I am undergoing a process that will include many drafts, many mistakes, and much editing and rewriting along the way.
you went running, you remember that?
the way the rain slanted everything just a little, hiding your tears for you (as if god was looking down at your red heart) and all the lights in the whole town were suddenly forgettable.
and the world forgot.
forgot the headlights, and the streetlights, and the lights that were supposed to be on the sneakers you threw at the sun, the light in your eyes and the one in your heart, pouring yourself out to save something.
i said that all the lights went out.
and that’s true.
and while i was busy wishing for light,
light was busy rushing in.
two lights on a car you didn’t see.
two lights on a car that couldn’t see you.
you, in the road with a dead bird in your hand, wishing it back to life.
pouring yourself out, mixing in with the rain, all the lights back and too bright,
and me screaming your name, screaming
“please god do not let that boy die”
and he didn’t.
instead he took my legs for a while, and i swear those casts itched more than anything in the world.
more than the questions, and the praise and the tearful gratitude, as if i made a choice to do that. to save you.
the one thing you weren’t worth saving for was that itching.
we don’t talk about it, i close it up inside a lockbox and drown the box,
i keep you from talking about it, because it makes you cry.
you talk about it anyway.
and after you move too far away to talk about it, you write about it instead.
i take all the letters and lock them up to, but i keep this one safe.
in the end, it’s the space of the matter.
all this wide open space to be small into.
all this wide open land to become something, under our feet kissing the ground like a lover.
