Obdura

A red rose is not selfish because it wants to be a red rose.

[theredkueeng]

Rosa di campagna

Ogni stagione, ormai, lo stelo tuo si piega si piega tristemente, si piega verso terra.

Ogni stagion’ che passa ti vedo sempre sola, ti vedo sempre chiusa, ti vedo sempre zitta.

Fiore di campagna,  nato nelle valli, rusticamente vivo, anche nel tuo vaso cittadino,

Sono cresciuto al tuo profumo, e ora quasi non posso più sentirlo. La tua corolla tenue perde il suo vigore.

Nell’incertezza quotidiana mi preparo a ripartire conto le foglie ancora verdi, ma fingo di non vedere.

Sono cresciuto al tuo profumo,  e seppur lontano, e seppur spento, sempre lo sentirò.

Ma, Rosa, I petali tuoi sgualciti non so se rivedrò.

[theredkueeng]

Me watching The Husbands Of River Song

River: How long is a nigth on Darillium.

Doctor: 24 years.

River: I hate you.

Doctor: No, you don't.

Me: *cries in gallyfreyan*

[theredkueeng]

Contro natura

Potrei dirti che anche le tue scarpe, i tuoi occhiali e il tuo conto in banca sono contro natura. Così la tua macchina, così le tue medicine; la carta con cui ti pulisci il culo. 

Ma poi...

Contro natura.(?)

Scendi dal tuo antropocentrico piedistallo e guardati attorno.

Non sei forse fatto degli stessi atomi di cui è fatto il mare? Non respiri, corri, ami, mangi, scopi come ogni altro animale su questo sputo di pietre che chiamiamo Terra?

Come ogni cosa sei nato e morirai. Come ogni cosa eri e sarai, ma soprattutto sei.

Natura non è madre e non è legge. Natura è.

Non c’è nulla che tu possa fare, dire, creare che le vada oltre, che le vada contro - sciocca ambizione.

Scendi dal tuo piedistallo. Svegliati.

Con che diritto ti credi distinto da questo immenso Tutto? 

[theredkueeng]

I want someone to hold me until I forget we are all going to die.

[theredkueeng]

What a richer world it would be if we all allowed the night to speak to our inner oceans.

[theredkueeng]

Death Valley, 16 Aug 15

The fiery emperor seats high And the land beneath would cry The land beneath would sweat Were there one last dry tear.

Sharp are the mountains and sharp Is the sand - a few brown sad subjects Bow to the Sun. 

But the hopeless Valley has its own charm. 

The charm of flames,  Red greedy tongues that swallow Summer and consume the hill.

The charm of storming ash,   Of smoke that bloodies the sky And darkens the day: Unearthly untimely dusk.  

The fiery Sun seats high, And knows nothing of his destruction: In the hot dry plane there can be No peace, for there is no life. Only quiet. (The deaf mountains listen to nothingness) 

There is no life, and there can be no death. Only sand, and dust, and heat. And in this desolation, beauty.

[theredkueeng]

Ghost

I forgot the sound of your voice, and the taste of your lips.

But in the narrow streets, and up the hills, and under the weary gaze of Garibaldi,

and by His temple, and around our own, our dear shrine or water and marble,

still you’re there to me. Distantly vivid - brightly fading away. And forever you shall haunt my Eternal City. 

[daisyishedwig]

[slytherins-irl]

The Houses #2: Do what is...

Gryffindor: Do what is right.

Hufflepuff: Do what is kind.

Ravenclaw: Do what is wise.

Slytherin: Do what is necessary.

[theredkueeng]

Resonates on a whole new level

[sortedtoslytherin]

Usually I hate the villains in slytherin thing, but tbh moriarty is such a slytherin

Slytherins can make both amazing heroes (though it’ll usually be anti-heroes) and villains.

And yeah, he is

[theredkueeng]

I mean, so is Sherlock.

[theredkueeng]

Hey Hi, you won’t believe it, but I was about to write to you.

No I won’t. Or maybe I will. Does it matter?

Does it matter what you were about to do, when all you’ve done so far is

disappear?

You wanted more to want more. You turned around and wanted naught.

I was about to write. You must have read my mind.

I haven’t. Or maybe I have.

I saw a land of self-loathe And quite a bit of “I don’t deserve”. You told me not yet, You told them now.

I haven’t read you But maybe I have

I saw some wound, some fear, some hope.

I saw you trying to reach, and your own hand holding back.

And I still hear: I am not what he needs.

[theredkueeng]

12 Mar 15

Siedo, luminosa e fredda giornata d'ultimo inverno, di fronte a aqua e libertà. Sono già stato qui. Ma non ricordo(avo?) Ma sento! I feel myself here, long ago, How long? I feel myself (but maybe another...) Ma é un altro; ma sono io, qui, ma non ricordo. Ma sento! Sento il vento freddo sul mio viso e il cielo un po' più grigio, un giorno di prima primavera. (Ultimo inverno?) E l'acqua, e i moli e i grattacieli e i nomi di soli caduti! E il tempo. Funny little thing, time, Scary huge monster. I feel myself, here and now, here and then. Sembra solo un vetro appannato. Scary huge thing, Funny little monster. Feels like yesterday, Yet it is no more.

[theredkueeng]

Cerchio magico - fuori.

Il fuoco spento d'un'emozione altrui. Nostalgia distante, spenta. Ché siamo ormai a un nuovo atto e veder da fuori é strano é bello é buffo, ma soprattutto é vuoto.

[theredkueeng]

10:35 pm Struggles

I feel the urge to write now that I don't have my laptop. Life sucks. But not really. Not too much. Don't trust people that tell you that happiness is a journey rather than a destination. Happiness is a bag full of curly fries.

[theredkueeng]

Me: honestly im just so evil. so full of darkness. i feed off the souls of the living i strike fear into-

Friend: you sleep with a teddy bear

Me: hes my sECOND IN COMMAND IN MY ARMY OF DARKNESS

[justawindydeer]

[theredkueeng]

BELLA That's enough now. That's enough. I'm ready with my verdict. This is what I have to say. You did a dreadful thing, you women, when you killed these men. What could be worse than to take another's life? And yet, you came to us, to my family and to me, to help you, and we failed you. We share the blame with you. What else could you have done? You women made your own laws because you had no others to protect you. This was your social contract. And Lydia, in her betrayal of your pact, imperilled all of you. I understand what you say. And yet, you can't condemn your sister. No matter what. She chose love. She reached out she found another person— and she embraced him. She couldn't know when she did whether all the hopes of her childhood for true love and tenderness for a soulmate for all her life were destined for disillusion. Still, she reached out. And, if we cannot embrace another what hope do we have of life? What hope is there to survive at all? This is why: love trumps all. Love is the highest law. It can be bound by no other. Love of another human being— man or woman— it cannot be wrong. Does this mean every woman must get married? Not at all. A woman might want another woman; sometimes a man prefers a man. But to love: this cannot be wrong. So Lydia: she cannot be condemned. And that's the end of it.

–Charles Mee, Big Love