#personal writings

[mournfulroses]

Albert Camus, from "Personal Writings," originally published in 2020

[themetallicahistorian]

James' personal calendar 1996.

From the Black Box: Faxed pages from James Hetfield's personal calendar for March and April 1996. James' schedule includes recording dates for Load as well as interviews, photo sessions, and personal events.

These were later printed in an old issue of So What! magazine as part of James’ Fridge List.

Source: Metallica Black Box - Overload

[chubbypup-b]

Obsessed with the idea of humans being kept as pets in the way we keep small mammals... just some giant who thinks its sooo cute how they're human is so plump and round, who cant halp but give them so many lil treats and hearty meals because they adore the happy, blissful expression on their pet. They don't seem to use the excercise wheel much, so they remove it in order to lay out increasingly bigger spreads as their pets appetite (and tummy) increases capacity. Poor thing looks at the giant with big, pleading eyes everytime they run out of yummy food. They've heard humans are suppossed to be good at regulating their eating so the fact that they eat so much must mean their human needs it. It's getting kind of expensive but they signed up to be a responsible pet owner, and their human will Not starve on their watch! Though they might also have to look into getting a bigger enclosure, it's starting to look a bit claustrophobic in there.

[systemdoesoccultstuff]

Luciferianism necessitates disability justice, landback, and anti-colonialism, by the way. In order to understand liberation, we need to listen to and learn from everyone, especially those whose land we live on.

[frotees-corner]

Tag Game: People You'd Like to Get to Know

Was tagged by both @adejareve and @blightwashed, thank you for thinking of me <3

Last Song: Right now? My Jolly Sailor Bold by Ashley Serena, from my Fairytale AU playlist because I really need to finish this chapter. When I'm not listening just to get into the right mood to write, I'm partial to The Warning lately.

Currently Watching: Critical Role campaign 4 whenever a new episode is up, and a rewatch of The Mentalist when I just want to chill and have some noise while I draw in the evening.

Current Obsession: My new aquarium XD And doing physical art again, both quick watercolour studies and life figure painting this month. No active hyperfocus atm though.

Currently Reading: Feeling the reading slump, but I did just finish @slothquisitor's Halfway to Whole which was delightful, and I have Inkpot Gods by Seanan McGuire waiting on my kindle TBR.

Currently Working On: Chapter 12 of An Advanced Course on Handling Prophecies, because this week refused to give me sufficient writing time. Elora would like to speak to An Adult, please, except that the Adults available to her are no use whatsoever. And then it's time to stir some shit in Now You See me >:] (Getting to the mid-point of both fics, and things are beginning to go wrong in fun and exciting ways).

Currently Wearing: Colourful self-made leggings (with pockets!) and a yellow cotton sweater, because summer has sure been taking a break this week.

Last Internet Search: Chinese Garden Pavilion, because I had to double check something.

Favorite Flower: Uh ... as in things I like to plant in my own garden? Catmint, because it flowers from May til October and the bees love it. Just to look at? I find clematis really very pretty, more so because i can never succesfully plant them here because the snails and slugs find them utterly delicious, too ;_; The bellflowers that simply sprout up in my driveway are also very pretty :) I feel like everyone is starting or about to start their big summer break atm, and I really miss being a (university) student right now XD I will never not miss that long stretch of (mostly) lazy days, I think.

No idea who has or hasn't done this already, but tagging @dreamywritingdragon and @karinamay and @dread-red-queen just in case :)

[majestativa]

& HE SAID: To be, or to cease to be, my soul, engraved upon your eyelids in an insomniac night. My tongue, my breath, my kiss, my adoration… one look it took, to conjure the thirst of infinity. Madness, afresh, blushing. Under the distorted lens of jealousy, magnified. My siren, with your cascading hair, surrendering to the call of Creation, from your black oyster, you emerge, an onyx dream, my Orphic agony, my exquisite dream. Offer me your phantom touch, bless me with your blood, let me taste your thoughts. Calm my sinister soul. Listen… Look… Feel… me. I am visible to you only. Visible and touchable, a palpable tableau of sins, healing under your touch. Feed my excess with your poise. Take it all away. From my mouth, steal the unsaid, for it belongs in the caves of your heart. There, my hunger is satiated, and my shadows, carved on the marble of the abyss. My eyes long to see your reflection, my eyes long to see the frozen hours in your marvelous irises. My eyes mirroring yours, my eyes contemplating nobody else but you; your eyes suffice to erase the bloody handprints on my mutilated soul. Do come, and embrace my tenebrous heart, with your violent ardor, imprint the primeval in me again. Electrify me, feel my senses uprush, and paint our surrealistic union feverish red, in the garden of tortuous memories, in the paradise of stormy delights. Feel my darkness, but erase my cruelty. Only you can. I dreamed you. I wept for you. I kissed you with the ferociousness of a thousand scorching suns. I’ve tasted your fragrant mouth. I’ve planted my promises atop those rosy lips. It was you, it was you I sought after, in those specters; I nurtured their hope through my ideal. I nurtured their loathing through my ideal and I stimulated their danger through my ideas. You, my ancient devotion. You, my black Iris of alluring hauntings. My dream can never be reversed. Have I killed you in me à la Othello? Tell me, O audacious Desdemona, how did my poisonous heart taste like when you bit unto it? Tell me that these hallucinations are worth it… tell me that lovers need no atonement. Tell me about the perfection of silence. Tell me, oh my wound. My sensual ache. My cataclysm. My black opium. My smothered melody. Abstractly, I’ve shaped you. Abstractly, I’ve memorized you. Deep in your soul, my voice echoes the cosmic lullaby. Tied to the roots of the Earth, my Gaia, stitched to my flesh, in my veins, my serenity, I’m lifting us higher to embrace God.

[divinelyguidedprotected]

هُزمُ بَعدما أَدرِك أن طَعناتِهِ اللامُتناهِية

لمْ تُغير ضحِيَتهُ الأبَد…

اِطعنِي بقدِرِ ما أتَتْك أنامِلُك

اِطعَني بِكَّمٍ يُريحُك

أنني أستَحِقُ أذاك

في ذنبِ أنني إنسَان

اِطعنْ بشكلٍ هِستيريٍ يضُخُنِي دمًا

و رَدد في نفسِكَ أنني حُثالةٌ تستحِق

بَرِء نَفْسَك مِن أنَانيَتِها

ردِد كمجنُونٍ يُهلوِس لحنًا يُربِتُ فيه على نَفسِه

و اِطعَنِي بِكَمْ أتَتْكَ أَيديكْ

فأنَا مُغادِراكْ

يا ملجَأً التمستُ فيه مَأمني لبُرهة

اِطعنِي، فأنا مُغادِراك

و لِتكُن هاته آخِرَ مرةٍ تُبصِرُ فيهَا رَحمَتي

و لِيّرتعٍش جَوفُكُ الجاف

فأنا تَعلمتُ تَقبيلَ و حُضنِ

جُرح طَعناتِك حَتى تَنْدَمِل

اِطعَني بِكَّمٍ يُريحُك…

فأنَا مُغادِراكْ!