#excertp

[4avephoenix]

The demon possessed beast wants his beauty back, and he’ll do anything to win her. Even war with a god king. From  New York Times  and ...

✨REVIEW & EXCERPT TOUR✨ 🦋💫 The Darkest Captive by Gena Showalter 💫🦋

[anxiety--killer]

An excerpt from the closet

They don’t know what its like

To feel lonely, even when you’re surrounded by your friends and family.

To not be able to express who you really are in fear of being ridiculed and judged

To know that when you reveal your true self, you’d be seen only as your label and not by who you are as a whole

To know that you’re keeping a part of yourself concealed from the whole world

day after day

They don't know what its like

To be blackmailed by your brother

That he’s gonna out you every time you had a fight with him, every time he threatens you jokingly - taking everything carelessly as if he doesn't care at all

To feel that the person that you though who’d support you, who’d understand you better would be the first one to turn his back on you and use it as a weapon against you

They dont know what its like

To not be able to show the world how much you love and care for that special someone because he is of the same gender

To have the only person who loves you for who you are

Who sees the good and the bad in you and still loves you back unconditionally

They dont know what its like

To be gay

in the closet

To love the way we love, to be who we are

Because to love the way we do means enduring all the criticism that everyone tell us - even from our own families.

To always be strong even when the whole world is judging you.

They dont know the pain and agony that you’re always thinking about - the situations, the what ifs because its not just you that would be frowned upon but your family as welll.

They dont know...

[sxmemxnge-blog]

--{ I’m writing a story and I love describing characters because Idk but (small excerpt below) }

“   The first was grinning ear to ear, freckles peeking through his red cheeks, and long blond hair tied back. He was taller than average, standing over seven feet tall- at least it seemed so.     The one grabbing his arm was a much shorter man compared to the other, with dark brown curled hair that hung loosely at his shoulders, a bright smile on his face revealing crooked teeth; His pale skin that was splotched with dirt and drops of beer. 

    The last, a short boy with short dark hair, eyes to match, and dark brown skin. He had a few noticeable white patches on his skin, but none too much. A large splotch though covered the left portion of his face, dimples appearing when he smiled ”

[saidreadheard]

At death, this cherished body of mine, will be abandoned like dirt, separated the bones and flesh I was born, I will roam about, alone and powerless, until I am reborn wherever my karma takes me, therefore, for sake of this body, I will not sin

excerpt from a sutra

[readingrage]

The change Kim put into effect was dramatic. During Rumanian diplomat Izidor Urian's first stay in Pyongyang, from 1954 to 1959, "the people in North Korea treated me kindly and I could meet people freely. At that time I was allowed to travel freely almost anywhere in North Korea." Urian returned to Pyongyang in 1963 and found quite a different atmosphere. Even diplomats dispatched from friendly communist countries such as his were confined to the capital and permitted only minimal contact with North Koreans. Without special permits they could visit only a few sites such as a swimming pool at Nampo, west of Pyongyang, and a Kim Il-sung museum at Mount Myohyang, some 150 kilometres north of the capital.

Under the Loving Care of the Fatherly Leader: North Korea and the Kim Dynasty by Bradley K. Martin

[clockworkorgans]

I tied my tongue to save your ears from listening to sense they would never understand. Still. I wept for you.

Excerpt

[acewombat]

"Dr. Klein, his analyst, got him to see that jumping in front a moving train was more hostile than self-destructive but in either case would ruin the crease in his pants...." -Woody Allen, Without Feathers

[athsrueas]

Heretics

“Suppose that a great commotion arises in the street about something, let us say a lamp-post, which many influential persons desire to pull down. A grey-clad monk, who is the spirit of the Middle Ages, is approached upon the matter, and begins to say, in the arid manner of the Schoolmen, "Let us first of all consider, my brethren, the value of Light. If Light be in itself good—" At this point he is somewhat excusably knocked down. All the people make a rush for the lamp-post, the lamp-post is down in ten minutes, and they go about congratulating each other on their unmediaeval practicality. But as things go on they do not work out so easily. Some people have pulled the lamp-post down because they wanted the electric light; some because they wanted old iron; some because they wanted darkness, because their deeds were evil. Some thought it not enough of a lamp-post, some too much; some acted because they wanted to smash municipal machinery; some because they wanted to smash something. And there is war in the night, no man knowing whom he strikes. So, gradually and inevitably, to-day, to-morrow, or the next day, there comes back the conviction that the monk was right after all, and that all depends on what is the philosophy of Light. Only what we might have discussed under the gas-lamp, we now must discuss in the dark.”

Excerpt From: G. K. Chesterton. “Heretics.”