#joyellefully

[cosmogyros]

joyellefully replied to your post “why does it feel so safe and comforting to be sad on Tumblr, and so...”

god this is so true

ahhh glad it’s not just me! ♥

oops, I answered before I saw your other comments – yesss, so perfectly said!

[adataraxia]

plot twist: Levi's wall is actually your side blog

do ho ho, a christmas miracle 

[adataraxia]

plot twist: i am just @joyellefully‘s side blog

[adataraxia]

me, screaming furiously: please just calm down 

[adataraxia]

Rules: In a text post, list ten books that have stayed with you in some way. Don’t take but a few minutes, and don’t think too hard — they don’t have to be the “right” or “great” works, just the ones that have touched you. Tag ten friends, including me, so I’ll see your list. Make sure you let your friends know you’ve tagged them.

1. Notes from the Underground - Dosteovsky 2. To Kill a Mockingbird - Lee 3. The Myth of Sisyphus - Camus 4. The Satanic Verses - Rushdie 5. Neverwhere - Gaiman 6. The Center Cannot Hold - Saks 7. Watership Down - Adams 8. The Princess Bride - Goldman 9. The Bell Jar - Plath 10. A Wrinkle in Time - L'Engle

[hopelessfragility]

joyellefully replied to your post: Okay so

I’ll pray things work out for you two. Glad to hear things are going well. <3

aw thank you sooooo much! I'm praying for us too haha. I hope everything is well with you!

[nomegusta06]

Thank you!

[thoughtlessuntildusk]

'standing'

From the title alone, there is a double entendre, and this short poem hides depth of meaning.

You focus on what seems to be a duality. 1) There is a change in personal status, or standing; 2) your feeling of loss of a personal seat, that would leave you standing. Curiously, the second part makes the notion of you standing, yet simultaneous absence, interesting to consider in the framework of the extended metaphor.

For reasons I don't understand, I keep imagining this as a seat at a stadium. Not so much a table. Nor is it around a bonfire. But at a stadium- where you would be one of many gathered to see a spectacle. 

Yet, the feeling you meant to portray is not lost on me, here. You felt special, and now you do not. You feel your name was changed, and now you have become forgotten. Even you have forsaken the name. Now, you are gone-- ah, but this is where it is the most interesting:

Why are you gone?