In honor of the Symmetry War season finale (and also the fact that this piece was shared on stream) here is my fanart of S.G.!!! So unbelievably happy that Momo likes it ajd even more happy that they shared it on stream!

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In honor of the Symmetry War season finale (and also the fact that this piece was shared on stream) here is my fanart of S.G.!!! So unbelievably happy that Momo likes it ajd even more happy that they shared it on stream!
I’m afraid to speak it aloud. I think the weight might create a ghost, as our potential buckles under the floorboards. I like how we fit. Tell me the confession isn’t a grave. Tell me it’s a meadow, where we can be safe. You keep my hand warm in your pocket. I reward you with the names of the stars flung against the dark. -s.g.
. The Dead Anon Poets Society .
S.G.
thank you for continuing to try for us. i have never felt such immense love and emotion towards someone who has actually proven and shown me they believe in us as much as i do. you have the kindest heart and the most beautiful soul and when i look at you i fall in love all over again every time. i have no clue how i got so lucky with you. my love for you is endless baby.
Of Jupiter & Saturn
I once had a conversation with my brother about one of his many sons.
About the simple way.
The grace of nature and it's many boons.
This life is simple.
To understand the divine regents, the source of all things and all things themselves is simple if you live with your heart.
He remarked on how this was a glorious trait both our children shared.
I agreed.
As simple as a moment could be.
The smelling of a rose.
Of all the glorious children that came forth from the houses of heaven we saw a similarity between the greatest.
It lay in the gentle bosoms of flowers.
Boys who grew into men then forged empires and farmers alike all found the truth of the divine in the scent of a flower.
We called these children the romantics.
They sought in love to respond to love in their honest and immediate natures.
So too to a flower or a fruit tree or vine would they naturally respond.
In depth.
To learn from honest intent to love all of that which could be learned, to then know how best to respond in kind through preference.
So to a tree that they would take fruit from they would plant and water many seeds or feed the tree that bore them fruit or both.
So too to any vine or bush.
Then more deeply they would question, still from intent to love and respond to love with love.
Who planted the first of these seeds?
Who lay the earth down for the seeds to be planted or the sun in the sky for them to grow.
Who moves the clouds still even, they questioned.
From this they grew.
Into mighty souls beyond compare, resplendent in their glory which was naught but of all creation perfectly reflected in them.
Toward knowledge and enlightenment they moved with haste with the winds of love, passion and curiosity filling their sails.
It was then that we called an end to our war.
It was then that we decided that in time we would walk among them again to raise them up as once we had before.
- R.D.M.
yesterday, i showered with all the lights off and almost forgot i had a body // i am waiting for it to shatter // to litter the tracks of my childhood home // if i cover my own heart you will not hear it beating // someday i will understand everything and then i will no longer need you to look at me // -s.g.
. the dead anon poets society .
À quoi sert l’homme aujourd’hui ? à part à reproduire l’espèce... il ne sert pas à grand chose.
I think we are pretty cute
i stay up late as if it’s the only way to be alive and forgiven. every time i’ve been kissed felt like a test i wasn’t ready for, but i tried to fill their lips with a kind of tenderness. my heart smothered at the threshold as the moon poured in my open door. i still deserve the starlight. i always have. i hope it finds its way to me. i prop open all the windows in the dead of night, just in case. // -s.g.
. The Dead Anon Poets Society .