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how many nights does it take to count the stars  my problems

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ya lit meme: [4/∞] quotes

“I love you,’ he whispered, and kissed my brow. ‘Thorns and all.”

-A Court of Thorns and Roses

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“I am being perfectly 

                                             fucking 

                                                                                 civil.”

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ya lit meme: [2/∞] quotes

“Was it all in my head? A Lunar trick?”                         “I’m 

                                             so 

                                                              sorry,” 

-Cinder, The Lunar Chronicles

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ya lit meme: [1/∞] quotes

“I gave up practically the whole world for you,” I tell him, walking through the front door of my own love story. “The sun, stars, ocean, trees, everything, I gave it all up for you.” -i’ll give you the sun

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old scars / future hearts all time low

[ofspotlessminds]

chasing daydreams

sing the sweet lullabies that carry me away from home

sing my dear, for what an eternity i can’t be saved

chase them until you’re out of the woods

until you’re out of breath and sleeps into autumn 

then you can be saved

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A Tale as Old as Time

In the beginning of time, there wasn’t absolute and pure Goodness to Evil, just barely the tin, the paper to everything. It was when Adam and Eve were created, that the angels finally realized: ’This shall be it. His last creation.’ They did not contradict his last, they let it go, but soon it came back shockingly frightful afterwards; because God stopped, after a thousand years or so, he just left, leaving them to His foul humans, and to them what - orphans, because after all, they were their father, and he was gone.

But for then, they did not know. The pitiful humans were everything to them, they were taught to protect these life with their souls, their mind, their honours, hardest of all, their hearts, despise all costs, but they obliged like obedience sons. One did not listen. Because he saw through the thin veil of perfection in his father’s work, he saw lies, and eventual self destructive and empty heart, a foul mind, he saw wrong. Many could say he was wrong, and it was right for God to cast him down to his last breath, but even then, they knew that they see a mirror to themselves in his own words, he was right.

“How you are fallen from heaven, O Day Star, son of Dawn! How you are cut down to the ground, you who laid the nations low! You said in your heart, ‘I will ascend to heaven; above the stars of God I will set my throne on high; I will sit on the mount of assembly in the far reaches of the north; I will ascend above the heights of the clouds; I will make myself like the Most High.’ But you are brought down to Sheol, to the far reaches of the pit.”

Lucifer was in the dark. The irony, despise everything, he was supposed the be the Lightbringer. He knew it wasn’t his fault to the damnation of His flawed creation, the tiny insects that should be crushed by no one, not even by him, but thus to their own miscellaneous and endless sea of sins, embodied and fractured in even the deepest part of their souls. They were stained by greediness, sloth, lust; and even to the spirit of their existence, they were shaded, dark, dark, oh, so dark. They should not have been created.

Lucifer wasn’t bad, even when he was wrong. We created the concept upon ourselves to define others, because for what makes us different; up until know, our purposes in serving a cause didn’t resonate within ourselves, it revolves around bads and goods and wrongs and rights. He was beauty, back to the very first concept. That can’t be wrong. He radiated light, full of wisdom, seal in for perfection. As he walked down to the garden of Eden, he was emblazoned with jewels, a holy mountain of god, back and forth amongst the fiery stone. 

God was the Lord, he was… just His. He was the Creator, he was the Beginning, and as you shall say, he will be the End. But he left. The irony. God was the light and the salvation, to whom? To men. The everlasting God, the Creator to ends of earth, but the one who also sacrificed his life for mankind, for their sins, for their greedy hearts and beings, for their damnable souls, to rather listened to his own son and cast him into his death. Does that make God wrong?

God wasn’t always kind. He was cruel, but that hadn’t marked off. Lucifer did. How’s that right? People stayed in denial for God’s cruelty, but they didn’t for Lucifer, up until now. No one had any solid evidence in proving both, yet atrociously claiming God was right and Lucifer wasn’t. They were both cruel, to a certain extend, but they weren’t men, and there were no light or dark, only shades of both. The shades that capture perfectly but those who understood, dancing flickering of two bright lights that marked history, sometimes they dim, but they always brightened again, what a blessing. Those beautiful colours of the First light, beauty, everything were all but filtered through the blinded eyes of humanity, dimmed until the lights they carried were all carried away by the sheer empty minds. What did Lucifer ever do? He was right, humans were indeed clouded by their judgements.

The song remains the same, even when some notes were erased by the screams, yells, the birth of mankind. But men can never make enough sound to cover the undertone of a melody, sweet and light, floating into the entire history of everything existed. Lucifer loved God. And as many say love is self-destructive, they were right. He brought it down on himself. God loved him back, and as many of you out there might deny it, the fact remains, God did love him. That never changes. It was filtered in many contexts, but it didn’t change, and won’t ever.

The story doesn’t end, it keeps going with time, as how it begins. Delving into the deepest secrets, lines of humanity, and even after. Maybe mankind would extinguish one day, lay off the surface of the earth forever, but the song carries on, past the infinite sea of doubts, lies, illusions into the next world, where it started all over again. Soft and light. Soft and light. Forever.