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[goddessonsteriods]

So I just listened to a podcast on Paradise Lost about the fall of Lucifer and humanity (on Spotify the channel is Literature and History) and basically I found an intriguing theme, among many. Lucifer was at the very core of his being, curious , he wondered why the Almighty was retreating to His mountain without ever telling them anything anymore, and why The Son of God surrounded himself in such mystery. He not only felt sidelined, but also wondered if he's sole purpose was to serve. He wanted more and was curious of what he could do and the lengths he could go and heights he could rise to. He was simply not satisfied with the way things had been since his creation, meant to serve the Almighty without question, blindly and devotedly. Despite his hubris, maniac ambition and unrelenting hunger for power, he was just curious this was the spark that ignited his fall.

Then I started thinking, how many instances in history have inventive and curious minds been punished? When great inventors and scientists went against the common way of thinking or challenged a certain belief, weren't they punished in one way or another?

Despite Lucifer Morningstar having his faults and errors, I can't help but relate to him and even feel some kind of... pity. Was he wrong to question his purpose? Was he wrong to want more than what he was told he was created for? Was he wrong to question the Almighty? Did he deserve such a harsh fate?

Share your thoughts.

[theowlforestinn]

So I guess my aesthetic is wandering around the house with a pile of notebooks, devices, a pencil bag, and tea.

[novembresque]

Smoking cigarettes and reading poetry in a cold windy rain, as if you were going to die tomorrow.

Novembre.

[goddessonsteriods]

“Darkness doesn’t need to be destroyed. We need the dark as much as we

need light. It makes us bold, as much as it makes us afraid.” She smiled.

“Darkness needs only to be tamed.”

“Tame me,” he said in desperation. Shadows bled from his fingers.

Marry me. Love me. Be with me.

“Be mine, wholly and utterly.”

She lifted an eyebrow. “What if I want you to be mine?”

“Fair gazelle, jewel of my soul, I was already yours. I’ve changed for you.

I’ve—”

“But I like you just the way you are,” she whispered. “Scarred, deadly,

and beautiful.”

These lines just refuse to leave my head and I am thriving on that.

[goddessonsteriods]

The whole kingdom: knowing Nasir as a shadow, seen but never heard .

The Zumra : knowing Nasir never says much, speaking only when he needs to

Nasir himself: I'm not very good with words, I don't know how to use them to say say what I feel.

Also Nasir: Zafira, habibti. Tame me Be mine, wholly and utterly. Fair gazelle, jewel of my soul, I was already yours. I’ve changed for you.

aaaaahhhhghhhhgg!!!!! I'm screaming how can he be this... this good!!!!!!

[goddessonsteriods]

To whom it may concern: from my past: from my present: from my future. Remember last night? Out on the balcony with a drink in your hand and a cigarette in mine? I wanted to say I love you, I felt it crawl from the deepest parts of me, with a scorching intensity that had me flushed and hot, making its way to my throat and then, it just stuck there. I watched you in the moonlight somehow you seemed all pale and eerie like a ghost from my past. For a fleeting moment I saw the shadow of all my past lovers through you, hovering over your skin like a delicate presence. I saw all the hearts I had craved to hold, all the memories of wavering and flattering desire. You see I have always wondered ,why do you keep leaving? As if the cage I've built for us with my obsessions and passions is not enough. Yet there you stood in my favourite robe, sipping my wine, listening to Mitski, my music that you had somehow come to like, and looking as fleeting and beautiful as ever. And I thought to myself, 'Does he know you are here? No. There's no need to ruin a wonderful night I'm not looking for a fight. You are here and that's all that matters.' Maybe that's why I didn't say those doomed words, for now you would truly leave me. Maybe I saw all of my past in you and decided to withhold, maybe I thought I'd scare you the same way I am horribly scared to admit to myself that I do love you. So I took a drag out of my cigarette, let the hot aching in my throat swirl away with the smoke into the silent night, and prayed that you would someday came to love me, That a time would come when you didn't just call on me at midnight in need of some relief and a means to escape your own thoughts, Or maybe a time when I would let go of you and stop needing you so desperately that I find it hard to breathe without you next me. Maybe a time, love. #poetinstagram #poetry #poets #writersofinstagram #writers #writeracademia #sapphic #queeracademia #romanticacademia #darkacademia #literatureacademia #literature Credit @typicalabdullah (at Fleeting Moments) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfEOcuxs8kH/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[novembresque]

And We were two sad souls Sitting on the floor Smoking our tobacco Under the stars In the dark night Thinking about Why the world is so cruel?

Novembre, Jours Sombres.

[novembresque]

J'ai l'âme triste et le coeur amer, alors je bois, je fume et je chiale en goutte de vin. Je ne sais pas écrire de jolies choses qui riment avec amour ou espoir. J'ai le même sang que le pessimisme.

Novembre, Jours Sombres.