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i do unironically love saying The Before Times when talking about covid. if we’re gonna be in a deadly pandemic we might as well talk like we’re in bad YA. let’s allow ourselves that

dragon-in-a-fez

Norse mythology: right so the universe is all centred around this giant fucking interdimensional space tree, and Earth is at one of its roots, and it grows up through all these other realms with like giants and shit in them, and the gods live in the two at the top

Greek mythology: fuck uhh the gods live on that hill right over there lol

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do i really have to be alive every day

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“To live in this world you must be able to do three things: to love what is mortal; to hold it against your bones knowing your own life depends on it; and, when the time comes to let it go, to let it go.”

— Mary Oliver, from “In Blackwater Woods” (via oofpoetry)

A little number about forced love. Enjoy ✨

Good Morning Lovely People✨💕 Hope your Tuesday is going well! - This piece is inspired by perspective. Sometimes you can get so caught up in your way of viewing the world, that you fail to realize there are millions of perspectives of the same thing. I’m not saying that there is a right way and a wrong way to look at things, but if you fail to acknowledge the possibility of these other outcomes existing, well than you’ve already screwed yourself. And same goes for others, if you know you’re never going to see eye to eye, why keep fighting? - - Image:Pinterest - - “Spinning notions And splintered minds Are more kindred Than they seem When you live your Own reality Inside a broken Dream (Perspective is a construct, that not everyone will share)” (at Ottawa, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/B37GJByFYda/?igshid=1c33o5ti3tcuq

Good Morning Lovelies 💕 I hope everyone is having a good start to the week☺️ - This piece is about the constant struggle between my head and my heart. Everyday seems like a battle between the too, and the more I seem to listen, the more I seem to miss. How hard can it be to just have a moment of comfort? And why does it need to be in someone else? I know I’m strong enough to endure anything, but I guess my heart thinks differently. One day, it won’t need to hide, but for now, can I please come in? - - “My heart was only troubled By the speakings of my mind And it knew just want to say To leave a fleeting moment blind And it grew to know the feeling Of the breaking, fractured tear When the mind was speaking nothings The heart stayed bitter, raw and bare And some tried to embrace it To liberate the beating lie But the mind controlled the bleeding And the heart was running dry (can you hide my heart in you for a while?)” (at Ottawa, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/B34dqxJFwqV/?igshid=1bdf5c136tsni

Good Morning Loves💕 hope your weekend is going well and you’re having a relaxing Sunday☺️ - This piece is inspired by communication, and what happens when there isn’t any. It’s easy to get caught in a misunderstanding, but when it happens time and time again, you start to wonder who’s perspective is off. I’m not saying you should see eye to eye with everyone, but there is a fine line between stranger and friend. The least we can do is agree to disagree, but maybe that’s something else we will never agree to. I know you understand what I mean, but do you know I do too?✨ - - Image:Pinterest - “I thought that Every piercing stare You held upon me, Was something more Than gifted bliss. But now I wonder If those eyes Were ever mine To fall into, Because when You looked Right through me, And saw nothing more Than the ghostly Silhouette of a girl Searching for purpose, I knew your eye Would never Meet my own, And that your vision Was just as corrupted As your mind (but I was not ready, for time to take you from me)” (at Ottawa, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/B313_LUl1rP/?igshid=r32pr6zi1ruz

Good Afternoon Lovely People 💕 Happy Friday to all! Hope it’s going well ☺️ . This piece is about how you can see the best in people all the want, doesn’t mean that they will be that person. And how heartbreaking it can be when you see that change happen, for another person. I hope that makes sense. I feel like it’s a hard concept to explain properly, but when you see someone change for someone else, knowing that they could have been that person the whole time, it’s rough. . “Your heart Was soaked in madness Ever spinning Through the hands of time Wandering in sadness A valiant leader To a broken mind And though My grasp was faltered To the fleeting, paved veneer Your reeling heart Was altered But was never meant to Remain here (I cannot catch, what you do not throw)” (at Ottawa, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3xBarwls6o/?igshid=xyr7ltn0qkzs

Good Afternoon Loves💕 happy hump day! Hope all is well☺️ I’m off for the rest of the week so my weekend starts now. So this piece, just kinda happened. To me, it was inspired by the fact that no matter how big your heart is, or how much you let it bleed for someone, they do not owe you anything. Treating people, the way you want to be treated, can be frustrating. Because not everyone has the same heart as you. You shouldn’t expect anything, but it would be nice to at least be treated nicely. Oh well, you can’t control everything, so dear god give me the strength to accept that. . Image:Pinterest . “A buoyant heart Of sanguine shade Bleeds more than memories Leeching out the heartbreak In a technicolour dream And I’m painted in the off pour Camouflaged in vivid red My somber heart sedated An affinity left for dead (You could have had the rainbow, turns out you’re colourblind)” (at Ottawa, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3r-fDKlJeO/?igshid=1aixaen0vbdz

Good Morning Lovely People💕 hope you’re having a great Tuesday!! ☺️ I was reading through some of my favourite quotes the other day, and this got me thinking - “you remain the hero of your own story, even when you become the villain in someone else’s” . No matter how hard you try, you can’t please everyone. You can’t make everyone happy, so why not yourself? I’m not saying go out and commit grand larceny, but remember, the devil was once and angel too. . “She flew through blinding midnight Adored in flowers, cut from the sky With wings as white as powder A fallen angel learning to fly But falling ends in madness When you’ve landed on your back And little did she notice That her wings were painted black (The devil was once and angel too)” (at Toronto, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3pAkzoFumK/?igshid=pjggrsys22dj

Good Morning Loves 💕 hope everyone is having a good start to the week! And for my Canadian friends, a great Thanksgiving day off ☺️ I’m working, but hey it’s money. This piece is inspired by @iampoetrymagazine and @k.fuir prompt “autumn”. I love writing about fall and this was the perfect opportunity to do just that. We fell like leaves, shedding our skin against the sun, but winter here is deadly, and I should have seen the smoking gun. . Image:Pinterest . “We fell like leaves In the crisp autumn air A mirage of colour Covered in morning dew A tree shed of foliage Embroidered yet bare Of the uncertainty Embedded in its roots And we wilted In the green as the Frost broke the dawn A final resting goodbye But autumn still lingers As the trees greet my fingers And the leaves Still fall from the sky (you were my autumn, but winter is crueler)” (at Ottawa, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3msEd6l2ie/?igshid=dg0yi8o7yim

Good Morning Loves! 💕 hope your weekend is going well! and for those of you in Canada, Happy Thanksgiving!!🦃🍂 . Today I have a special treat. My good friend @framedfloromancy and I have written a collaboration together in response to @poeticduets prompt “Forgotten in Time”!! 😍 this is the first collab I have ever done, and it was so much fun!! This was inspired by nostalgia. Going into the past and the feelings that come with it, sometimes things are just better to be forgotten in time. ✨ . “ Old polaroids now filling her view Over exposed by the fears and subtle "I love you's" She shook them until they bled bone dry Then lights a match after crossing out his eyes That's the beauty of a broken mind A fire worth bearing to burn up the past Of feelings left broken, subtle nothings to last Forgotten in time was the love we once shared I’ll shake out the feelings, of the blank crooked stare The beauty of madness will always be there” #poeticduets #poeticduetsprompt (at Niagara Falls, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3kAjlhlfzl/?igshid=1vrv3iq33cruz

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Good Afternoon Lovelies💕 sorry for my absence yesterday, I just needed a day to myself. Hope you’re week has been awesome! It’s Friyay! 😍 . This piece is inspired by indecision. You can’t say you choose something and now follow through. Be honest about what you want. Maybe it will hurt, maybe it will be uncomfortable, but is t that better than lying to yourself? Or better yet, another person? Can we all agree to just be a little kinder to each other? 💕 . “You laced a string of roses Prematurely on my head But your empty trepidation Grew the thorns around the stem And the bleeding from the impact Gave me chills from disbelief That something so alluring Could cause so much misery (a crown of indecision, is not a gift, you see)” (at Ottawa, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3fAybJFOV8/?igshid=1m8muxamrs1de

Good Morning Loves💕 hope your all having a wonderful week.☺️ Going along with my new theme, I hope you all like it!! 🙌🏻 This piece is inspired by follow through. What you say and what you do, are two completely different things. You can say sorry all you want, but if you don’t mean it, then what’s the point? Actions speak louder than words. Oops, I’m falling into the cliche loop, but regardless of how you phrase it, if you have an excuse ready for everything, then you clearly aren’t sorry. . Image:Pinterest . “A reservoir of shattered dreams Drips in this empty cavity Where once a beat was heard So strong Now echoes only shame, For a hidden piece of sanity Wrapped inside your petty mastery Has fled the walls it once Called home And you’re the one to blame. (what love will echo here, my dear?)” (at Ottawa, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3ZdTg5lEKJ/?igshid=13xjmb23bc9bc

Happy Tuesday Lovely People!!💕 Hope all is well ☺️ This piece is about physical attraction. How it can only take you so far, before something snaps. Maybe we could’ve been friends, but you wanted nothing of it. Oh well, I guess a lesson learned is better than nothing. . “Hollow voices And tempted lust Reflected in your eyes Sends sparks engulfed In longing For a touch That wasn’t mine (but you knew that already, didn’t you?)” (at Ottawa, Ontario) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3XFPFaFM2o/?igshid=h0qbg3kkfjt0

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