#highkeynessian

[wnq-writers]

He was the kind of fire that burned her soul and took everything with it. And yet, his flames allured her again and again.

highkeynessian 

[bookofmirth]

I still fucking lose my shit when I watch hsm2 "I gotta go my own way"

Yassss, no shame. I still jump around when I hear the theme song from Buffy, and I didn’t even watch that show til it was off the air.

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[rowyndodendron]

HEy there! I read your suriel theory. Although its scary af, i have a question! If she is the reincarnation of the Mother- crazy btw- do you think maybe for her to use the cauldron, she would have to sacrifice the human part of herself? you know the rotting (carrion) part of herself? I DONT want her to dieeee. Also do you think she could be called "princess" bc she is the daughter of the mortal queen who didnt show up? This all sound like a prophecy!!!

!! this all sounds really cool friend but I am like......93% sure this theory is not actually mine??? (I say a lot of shit though so maybe it was) but if it was you’re gonna have to show me the post my dude because I have no memory of any of this I’m sorry!!!) someone please come claim this theory and talk about it!!! 

[wnq-writers]

You must keep moving. If you do not, you will forever remain in a storybook page, waiting for a chapter that will never come.

highkeynessian 

[wnq-writers]

I want to marry the sun. It’s the one thing in this world I can depend on, that I know will always be there. I can’t touch it, but it seeks me out. The warmth I feel on my skin is because of the sun, and the freckles on my face are marks of love. The smattering across my cheeks and nose is a reminder of its eternal presence. I can’t stare at the sun, because it’s too bright. Isn’t that the way love is supposed to feel? Like if you stare at it for too long you have to look away, because it blinds you in its glory. Love should light up the sky and take your breath away. True love should give you everything. It should be the beginning and the end and all that is in between. That is the sun. When we are nothing but a tombstone weathered into an illegible sentiment, the sun will remain. When I am no longer walking about this earth, the sun will go on. Maybe it’s a daunting thought to others. For me, it’s comforting. When I close my eyes and see the red through my eyelids, I smile. Because there is no such thing as true darkness when the light is at your side. It chases away the shadows, and any creatures lurking in the depths of my mind cower in its wake. When the sun is gone and the night approaches, they come back. They beckon and taunt me. Tell me the thoughts I try so desperately to shut out. It’s funny really. We’re afraid of the monsters in our closets when the real ones dwell in our hearts. The darkness laughs in my face and brings horrible thoughts to life. In those times, it’s difficult not to resent the sun. After all, it left me when I needed it most. And as if it knows I call for it, knows I am close to breaking, the sun comes back, lighting up a world cloaked in shadows. People say that the sun is a star, but I’m convinced otherwise. If the sun were a star, then it would be like billions of others. Unremarkable. How could something that gives me everything be so ordinary? It grows love in a world of hate. Its gentle touch on my neck and shoulders is the only reassurance I need to go on. The sun gives me strength. It seeps through my skin and floods my veins with sweet honey and warm embraces. Some cannot handle its touch. They see it as a nuisance. But truthfully, I’m amazed. Something millions of miles away has the ability to leave a mark on my skin. We pass hundreds of people every day, none leaving marks. None influencing. We’re like planets, all of us. All caught up in our own gravity. We never truly step out of our borders, not with anyone. Yet the sun, in its mighty defiance, dares to permeate the walls we so effortlessly put up. I wish I could be like the sun- bright, strong, influential, important. Instead, I will just marry it. I will attach myself to it in hopes to become its reflection. And one day, even if it's just one, I will light up the sky. I will leave the marks. I will do the influencing.

highkeynessian