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Perhaps, after all, romance did not come into one’s life with pomp and blare, like a gay knight riding down; perhaps it crept to one’s side like an old friend through quiet ways; perhaps it revealed itself in seeming prose, until some sudden shaft of illumination flung athwart its pages betrayed the rhythm and the music, perhaps . . . perhaps . . . love unfolded naturally out of a beautiful friendship, as a golden-hearted rose slipping from its green sheath.
Saddle Arabia is a land of wealth, opulence, beauty and secrets better left alone if one wants to live, but one cannot always help what one stumbles into.
New chapter is out!
A few chapters have been added!
One day, when I’m braver, I’ll tell her everything! I will look her in the eyes, those beautiful green eyes of hers and tell her. Tell that I love her, tell her that she makes me sigh, tell her that she makes me smile and fly. One day when I’m braver I will tell her all of this. But… until that day, we’re just friends.
Help Stella’s Mod go back to school!
I’m in a really tight situation right now where no one in my family will co-sign on my student loans, and I need to raise about $5,000 before the end of August in order to be able to return to school and keep studying animation. The reason I need to keep going to my current school is that I have several opportunities there, like a stop motion short film I’m taking part in, a potential job working with Joe Cloakey on a new Gumby series, and just being taught by people who have had all kinds of experience in the world of animation. I’m working full time this summer, but I just can’t make enough money in order to cover the rest of what I need for school. I’m not one to ask for financial help, but this is a situation where I seriously need everyone’s help. And a huge thanks in advance to anyone who can donate! Every little bit helps! And spreading the word helps even more!
GoFundMe Fundraiser: http://www.gofundme.com/artschoolorbust
Anything would help!
It isn't possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.
Memories are fine but you can't touch them, smell them or hold them. They can never be like the perfect moment I held you close, or the perfect moment when we first kissed. Memories can never replace the sweet scent of you stuck on my clothes. Nor can they give the sound of a beating heart that beats for me, and mine in unison. What luxury it would be to hold the one I love close whenever I wished for.
It isn't possible to love and part. You will wish that it was. You can transmute love, ignore it, muddle it, but you can never pull it out of you. I know by experience that the poets are right: love is eternal.
Umbra’s got a bit of a Crush
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Every person has their sorrows.
A heart that aches with a hole in it.
A tear shed for those who can’t see it.
A cry for those gone forever.
A heart can only take so much.
Before it aches.
It tumbles, tossing you down in despair once it had enough.
And there you will remain till it decides it is fine.
A face chiselled in stone.
It follows an aching heart.
We may call them cold, insensitive.
For we, the ones outside, cannot see the vestige of what made this person’s heart ache.
For we cannot understand the sorrow they feel.
One without the beard, some like that as well, I prefer the beard though.
Although, it gets a bit hot in the summon.
Thought I'd show my ugly mug here as well.
Listen to the people who love you. Believe that they are worth living for even when you don't believe it. Seek out the memories depression takes away and project them into the future. Be brave; be strong; take your pills. Exercise because it's good for you even if every step weighs a thousand pounds. Eat when food itself disgusts you. Reason with yourself when you have lost your reason.
1 Hour of Sad Piano Music | Vol. 2 | Royalty Free Piano Music Lucas King is growing to be one of my favorite composers.
And then there are the rare ones who know love, who understand it. Who freely give of themselves, demanding only a return of that love, that trust.
One day, when I'm braver, I'll tell her everything! I will look her in the eyes, those beautiful green eyes of hers and tell her. Tell that I love her, tell her that she makes me sigh, tell her that she makes me smile and fly. One day when I'm braver I will tell her all of this. But... until that day, we're just friends.
I do not love you except because I love you; I go from loving to not loving you, From waiting to not waiting for you My heart moves from cold to fire. I love you only because it's you the one I love; I hate you deeply, and hating you Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you Is that I do not see you but love you blindly. Maybe January light will consume My heart with its cruel Ray, stealing my key to true calm. In this part of the story I am the one who Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you, Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz, or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off. I love you as certain dark things are to be loved, in secret, between the shadow and the soul. I love you as the plant that never blooms but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers; thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance, risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body. I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride; so I love you because I know no other way than this: where I does not exist, nor you, so close that your hand on my chest is my hand, so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
