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labyrinth
lost and lonely
a sentence starter inspired by “ MABEL ” a podcast about ghosts , family secrets , strange houses , and missed connections written by becca de la rosa and mabel martin.
did i dream you?
are you real? are you anything of flesh, do you breathe?
you knew me, as though i was a piece of you, something you’d been missing.
where does it come from, the thread that ties us together?
i see you now, as i saw you then.
sometimes i think i would eat you if i could.
what am i if not a jaw full of teeth?
what do we eat, if not history?
what feeds our engines, if not fairy tales?
a story that refuses to end is not a story. it is a prison.
what is the nature of ownership?
if anything, i believe that i own you.
do i not have you leashed?
you will never find me, you will never catch me.
there will be no trace of me left for you to hold.
and by what nameless name do you like to be called?
i want out of the dark just as much as you do.
i am not your torch, nor am i your guidelight.
a good pet is only worth the distance her leash might stretch.
what prayer crosses your lips?
do you still dream of freedom?
is love freedom? or only a longer leash?
love is a leash that pulls both ways.
i thought we could do anything if we were together.
if this was a fair story, you would have already come back to me.
i was lost when i came here first. so some of me will always be lost.
last time you were here , you just kept saying you were lost.
i went in for coffee and most of me never came out.
new psd + dash icon + banner !! i’m going dash only for a bit while i tweak sarah’s theme but expect some ic content within the next few days
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i need to make a new psd and redo my theme but i’m returning to this blog with ... some slight canon divergent goodness so stay tuned
greetings ladies and germs just wanted to let you all know that i’m still alive! i’ve been pretty busy at work but i really miss writing as a form of stress relief so for convenience sake i’m gonna try to consolidate and move all my currently single muses onto this account so if you are still interested in writing with me this is the blog you should follow !!
tiny lyric / poetry starter call !!
A dream ago, perhaps.
Denise Levertov, from Poems: 1960 - 1967; “What Were They Like?,”. (via atreides)
hello loves! i recently got a job hence my lack of being here but i’m slowly gonna ease myself back into some writing over here but more low activity for the most part
hello loves !! sorry for the lack of activity i plan to be on this account tomorrow to tend to replies and things
CHANGELING VERSE: Changelings are a staple in Faerie lore and while their function and form changes depending on the legend there are some major overarching themes present across all these stories. First off, it always starts with an infant which oddly enough is how Sarah’s own journey to the labyrinth begins. Of course, unlike in the legends of changelings Sarah rescues Toby before he can be replaced with a goblin/faerie child. While Toby avoids this danger Sarah actually finds herself at risk of uncovering a history about herself that she never has known as she ventures into the Underground.
A big question in Labyrinth as a whole is why Sarah ? How does she out of all people gain the attention of THE Goblin King, so much so that he is willing to play into her desires in such a monumental fashion. It is no secret that Sarah is imbued with “certain powers” but what if these powers weren’t simply bestowed but actually remnants of her own latent potential being reawaken ? And by potential I mean the fact that while Toby had the luxury of being rescued Sarah didn’t . Actually the Sarah we see is not Sarah at all but actually a fae changeling child who has no recollection of their life before being passed off as a mortal.
The significance of Sarah’s venture to the Underground is not only to save her human brother but also a means to releasing the magic that has lay dormant within her. Sarah doesn’t realize these effects until after refusing to remain in the Goblin City and by then it is too late to reverse the effects of her travels. Physically her features grow sharper with each passing day. Her ears stretch to a certain point and her skin tints a pale blue that becomes too difficult to conceal. The glamours which held together the foundations of her life begin to crumble with each passing day. Begrudgingly Sarah must now set out to discover her past and control the magic within her that is now bursting forth.
HELLO ! Sarah always has flowers tangled in her hair and by tangled I literally do mean tangled. They are not neatly placed, they are scattered and the petals are falling off every which way. She really tries to be neat with them at first but it all goes downhill pretty quickly.
At a loss
To be eaten and to be married to the god might not be so different.
Till We Have Faces,
C.S. Lewis
(via rifles)
❦ * . ❛ TO HOLD THE WORLD ! ❜ ⋰ @astroliability
THROUGH A CURTAIN OF AN ENCHANTMENT ! The veil gives way to the spell of a Fair creature . These lands of violence and certain danger were her own now . In her veins deep cobalt , inky and foreign nothing like the LIFE she had known . Steps were unsure into the endless night before her . Here the stars shone brighter . Their luminescence a ghostly glow , as if their light had been stolen from another galaxy entirely . In the thicket yonder a fierce rustling began , the impending arrival of what could very well be a threat .
Mustering courage into her voice with a huff she starts , ❛ Who goes there ? ❜ No matter the resonance her tone rung out as a young girl’s often did . INDIGNANT , a tantrum on the rise . Crouching among the brush a weighty stone is taken into her trembling hands . ❛ Don’t come any further ... I’m I’m armed ! ❜
I’m still working on my pages and I have like 5 followers right now but like this for a little starter from Sarah they might be lyric/poetry based or they might not depending on how I feel.
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