also fixing the tags


a soft and beautiful man and the sharp asshole that lives in his house

Anti before the video:

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(•ʘ‿ʘ •)  “What͘ di҉d͝ ͏D̸ark͡ ̸s҉a̢y͠ ̕'̨b͠ou̢t̀ me???̀ ”

(ʘ‿ʘ)ノ • •  “Ho̡l̛d͘ ̡m̛y ̷ǵa̧u͏ges.̷”

• • \(。-_-。)  “Kick his ass bro, I got yo gauges.”

- Ignis, can you… sense light?
- To a degree, yes.
- So when dawn breaks, you’ll know it.
- I should.
- Good to know.


HZD: Then and now

she laughs
and you finally understand
how world peace would work.

you are aware of the phrase ‘rose-tinted glasses’
but the concept of ‘rose-petal stuffed ears’ never existed
in your mind before now.

she laughs and in the same breath
as you come to understand peace you understand
why people wage wars in search of it.

the sound is thunder working its way through your legs
to make a home in your chest. it is the sea, softly kissing
the cliffs like pink lipstick stains on rock face.

she laughs and you finally understand love,
and why it always seems to straddle that wall
between war and peace.

l.s. | war and peace © 2017 


i thought about death last on a tuesday. i thought about how decay is supposed to smell sweet and i wondered what that meant for its taste. i have no intention to find out, though i know curiosity, like cat to mouse, has a way of digging her claws in.

i thought about life last night. not just the sunrise, or the stars. not just the way the world goes dizzy at the edges when you hold your breath, but the way that the air feels in the aftermath of a storm. particles lightning-charged with the same kind of life that lingers in the synapses of a brain at the edge of discovery.

this morning i thought about you. you. you are hard to fold into words. i find that your curves do not like the way sentences feel when i try to hold them up against you, to see if i caught your image within them. the comparison is as weak as i was when i saw you last tuesday, or when you smiled at me last night.

tonight? who knows. the thing is, i think these days i laugh more than i cry, but i still think about death. i haven’t looked at the stars in a while but i still see them, and i will always watch for storms. you do not complete me as i was a person before you, but i like that we could live alone. it means we choose not to.

l.s. | i still think © 2017 


pjo moodboards: pride aesthetics


She thought about the old rule of Aphrodite’s cabin: that to be recognized as a daughter of the love goddess, you had to break someone’s heart. Piper had long ago decided to change that rule.