#for ah

[kaninhus]

Does anyone have the Mads post where we (the people of this crack fandom) psychoanalyzed the way he sits ei. Usually cross legged? I need to reference it, but I’ve searched a couple of blogs ( @whimsy-by-joja @avidreadr2004 @byk23) but for all the good the blog search bar does -it told me you guys didn’t have anything tagged with ‘Mads Mikkelsen’ at all, which is a huge lie. I’ve also just plum forgot who brought the fabulous topic up to begin with 😬

[chance-and-choices]

Energy Reading - AH - 11/01/18

Stars, bright and glittering. Larger than life. A full moon behind me casts light forward without obscuring my view. So beautiful, so distant, and yet so close. I reach a hand up, as if to touch them, and see a shooting star cross the space between my outspread fingers. There is a simple joy here. As I look down towards ground level I see that I'm in a large empty space. Mostly empty at least. Somewhere between plains and hills, rolling ground with sparse smatterings of trees or bushes clustered, low to the ground. It's hard to see in this light but I think everything is brown. Autumnal, or maybe high-summer drought, but surviving none the less. Graceful in it's hardiness. In the distance I see a ring of mountains, broad things that seem more scenic than imposing. I feel a little closed in now that I see them, where before this place had felt of freedom. Once you know your limits you must rage against them, mustn't you? Why, when you were so happy to stay? If I had never seen the mountains I would have never wanted to leave this place, and yet now their far-distant border chafes at me as a collar around my neck. I feel it as a true and solid weight around my throat, and the burning urge to claw at my own neck. Off, off. I want it off! Make it stop, make it stop. Take it away and I'll never leave, but do not hold me here.

[liv-ing-loud-ly]

Love Lost #11

You protested getting friendship necklaces

Because anyone you had one with

Always left.

I promised I wouldn't.

We made it far, didn't we?

I still wear mine

And I think of you.

Wait....

Is that my boat?

[individualcosmos]

you’re in a car with a beautiful boy,

and you don’t know if he loves you,

anymore.

he is self destructive and he knows it,

you are self destructive and you know it,

but yours is a different kind.

you’re in a car with a beautiful boy,

you broke his heart almost a year ago now,

and he forgave you for it.

and you still haven’t told him,

‘i was broken,

i loved you,

and all i could do was,

let you go.’

you’re in a car with a beautiful boy,

your heart pulses in a way that is ugly,

because falling in love with him again is easy,

but you don’t think he loves you, 

anymore.

you’re in a car with a beautiful boy,

destroying yourself just to see him,

because some of him is better than none.

and you only just found it out.