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  • Sirius: Hey Prongs?
  • James: Yeah Pads?
  • Sirius: Why is James spelt with an s?
  • James: What?
  • Sirius: Your name. Why is it plural? More than one Jame... And in that case how many James?
  • James: I guess I've never really thought about it...
  • Remus: Oh my Godric will you two just go to sleep!!!

look up to skies -
every 10,000 years they emerge
climbing, lithe, from the claw marks the devil
has strewn in air like petals on deathbeds

dragging tails like zippers to other worlds
mirrored like peacocks, razor sharp quills,
brains like snakes slinking across the land

- catching us unawares -
manic with laughter from mouths fresh from kills

always wondering why we stand by
as they coil around us, always
stand still and watch one after another
letting the great fragmented beast ingest
it all

@katrinnac

You are heaven condensed into one person.
—  E. Grin, seven word fairytale
We won’t always be happy.
Sometimes the darkness will feel too thick for your incandescent smile to brighten, and sometimes words like the ones I’m writing now will hardly bounce off your surface, let alone make it into your heart and mind for moments when only silence makes sense. 
Even so, we’ll always have each other, and honestly, I think that’ll be more than enough.
—  And someday, I hope you agree. // Maxwell Diawuoh, Once A Day (343/366)
I love too much or not at all. I hate too much or not at all. I expect too much or not at all. I trust too much or not at all. I fear too much or not at all. I empathize too much or not at all. I hurt too much or not at all. And I live too much or not at all.
—  Juansen Dizon // Extremist

As we’re reading/writing thinkpieces and op/eds about the alt-nazis and their boycott of Star Wars, I really want to remind people concerned with racism not to forget about all the self-proclaimed progressive/liberal “totally not racist” white women who have embraced our new white female leads while ignoring/erasing the men of color in leading roles – especially Finn. (Not to mention how many of those same women have flooded fandom spaces with love and woobification of the nazi allegory characters, generally at the expense of those men of color – especially Finn.)

Memories of a grimy attic

The quiet storm rages within her eyes,
Often fierce like the tigress locking on;
Lightning strikes, incinerating the skies.

Foolish loverboy wakes at a red dawn,
Frantically searching the empty bed.
Remorse, too little, too late; she is gone.

Hindsight clarifies the words she had said;
Every unnoticed second chance he got,
Every forewarning now mills in his head.

Heartbreak is a whispered forget me not,
He blinks twice but the world is still a blur,
Considering true love, he blew his shot.

How he tries to forget all that they were,
But never could his heart let go of her.

- M.A. Tempels © 2016

I fell asleep one morning
After a night of mourning
Lying down beneath these
Field of blue flowers—


Looking up the blue sky
Seeing doves with olive branches
And I am at peace. I am in love with
With nature’s ease. I am pure with my
Solitude. Filled with blue gratitude—


I close my eyes
And I open them back again
And I see the moon in a shape of a cocoon
And I see the sun in a shape of a balloon—
And I see the stars gather like in a saloon—


I close my eyes
And I hear the heavens cheer
I open my eyes—
The moon turns into a dragon
The sun also turns into a dragon
They just lie to me like they always do
Whenever I sleep. Lying down beneath these
Field of blue flowers—


Minutes feels like hours
And hours feels like days
And days feels like years
Time here is just a maze
It just brings me to tears


I close my eyes
And I hear the heavens cheer
I open my eyes—
The stars and all the universe turns
Into a Greek Coliseum. This is a gladiator’s
Match. And I am just a spectator of spectators
Who always lie to me like they always do
Whenever I sleep. Lying down beneath these
Field of blue flowers—


Minutes feels like hours
And hours feels like days
And days feels like years
Time here is just a maze
It just brings me to tears


And I can’t seem to wake up from this endless dream
I try. I try. I try. I try. But it feels like I am stuck here in Limbo—
I am stuck somewhere between Heaven and Hell and Purgatory—
I am stuck here beneath these
Field of blue flowers—


Time feels frozen in jars
And now days feels like days
And years feels like years
I have escaped my private maze
It just wipes away my tears


And I close my eyes for one last time
And I hear the sweet sound of silence—
I open my eyes, and the sky is blue again
I wipe the tears from my eyes and breathe


Gazing up the blue sky
Seeing doves with olive branches
And I am at peace. I am in love with
With nature’s ease. I am pure with my
Solitude. Filled with blue gratitude—


I have only slept for a second that felt
Like forever. And I have awoken from
My deep sleep. Done with my spacing out
Daydreaming. Seeing figments of my own imagination
At the blue sky. And building castles in the air on beautiful days
Whenever I sleep. Lying down beneath these
Field of blue flowers—


I am a sleeper. A dreamer.
A Demi-god that knows nothing.

—  Juansen Dizon // Violets