#onlyifyoufinishedalaska

[urghost-blog]

...the sea is breaking against her, again and again, with all the incumbent turmoil, excitement, and pain.

John Green

[urghost-blog]

...physical intimacy isn’t and can never be an effective substitute for emotional intimacy.

John Green

[urghost-blog]

I’ve always sort of preferred people who are not entirely likable.

John Green

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It is an invocation of hope in the life of the world to come.

John Green

[emeebee]

[sarah-eyrie]

Alaska's Poem

Pudge my dear, I write to you a letter of myself, free and true. I am a daisy, placed by time in the eye of the storm. Surrounded by ominous clouds, my inner being all but torn. All exits look the same: nonexistent, an ancient wall. Heralded by the maelstrom while beckoning all to heed my call. I sway from here to there, carried along by my whimsy. My white petals stained passionate red through the escape promised by promiscuity. Rooted to this landscape, I am watered by the tides of my past. I seek to leave these labyrinthine walls; let it be straight, and let it be fast. My eyes spark with adventure, the likes of which you've never seen. I spin tales of magic and life that cast a glamour on everything. I am an unsolved mystery that you obsess over to no avail. Just another map to nowhere, just another worn out tale. You pluck my petals; kiss you, or kiss you not. What am I to you? Love's infected corpse of rot. I am an illusion of smoke and mirrors, but you smoke for fun and I smoke to die. Drowning myself in the scent of strawberries, a haze befuddling my mind. I long to be free, but I'm weighed down by Pudge. I long to be free, but I'm under the command of my Colonel. I long to be free, but Alaska's north while I'm south. I long to be free, but freedom comes at a price. My past is catching up to me, making another mistake at last. I see a tunnel, my escape, and I go straight and fast. Into the light, bright blue and red, a siren promising me what I desire. I crash and burn, locked in my fate, of cold metal and spinning tire. This is a wake up call, like the one I gave you so long ago. It's time to face the labyrinth alone  and forgive yourself to let go. You never did love me, that we both know to be true. You loved what I could offer, that which I could never give to you. Left behind like ghosts in the ashes; abandoned toys placed on the shelf. You're looking for Alaska, a place I haven't found myself.

~ Sarah Eyrie