beckon lovely

~LAMP IN THE POOL,1895~  Rosamund Marriott Watson

Far down in the deep, black water 
A golden lanthorn swings, 

Whose lustre widens and trembles 
As tremble the water rings. 

Above, on the purple twilight 
The moon in her glory shows, 

But still with a mellower splendour 
The lamp in the water glows. 

Like a love-lamp set in a window 
On a starless summer night, 

Steadfast it gleams and beckons, 
A jewel of amber light. 


Steadfast it points and beckons. 
And ever the self-same way, 

For it hangs at the gate of a palace 
That knows not the light of day. 

The great elms' leafy branches 
Lean over the water's brink, 

Where deep in their sheltering hollows 
The shadows in shadows sink. 

But the gold lamp in the water 
It glimmers and beckons bright, 

Like a love-lamp set in a window 
On a murky summer night. 

For him who would rise and follow 
Full smooth is the path, and straight, 

The way through the glistening water 
That leads to the palace gate. 


And he who shall cross the threshold 
No more shall he strive nor weep, 

Bemg come to the Tower of Silence, 
In the Valley of Endless Sleep. 

When love beckons to you, follow him,
Though his ways are hard and steep.
And When his wings enfold you yield to him,
Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And When he speaks to you believe in him,
Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden…

But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure,
Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of
love’s threshing-floor,
Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter,
and weep, but not all of your tears…

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires:
To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.
To know the pain of too much tenderness.
To be wounded by your own understanding of love;
And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

i love death. i love the way it buzzes in my ear; the way it sends love letters to my ribs. i love the beckon, the chase. the destruction of frailty, a splice of honey-bone. death teases me with divine morbidity. and do i answer?
—  hades courts with nightshade; collected memoirs of persephone, i.g. 

[LYRICS] Doll’s Dream - Taeil

You only look toward a long distance away 

Even though I’m right here
If you turn your head just a little
You’d be able to see me

At first I was fine as it was
If I could just look at you
But at the endless waiting
I must be getting tired of it

One step behind, always
I was there
But you, will you never
See my image
If you look at me
And beckon to me
I would love you for all time

I dream everyday
A dream where we talk together
But you will never know
The pain that comes after

One step behind, always
I was there
But you, will you never
See my image
If you look at me
And beckon to me
I would love you for all time

People say to me
Why do you look so much at one place
I couldn’t understand my heart
Like a small doll
I look only to you

One step behind, always
I was there
But you, will you never
See my image
If you look at me
And beckon to me
I would love you for all time
I would protect you forever

T/N: This song is a cover of Doll’s Dream by 일기예보 (Weather Forecast)

Translated by youngha @ blockbintl

Please take out with credit.

I spend an inordinate amount of time thinking about Star Wars but it’s only because Luke never told anyone that Vader was his father until the end of RotJ meaning he carried that around for like a year without any comfort or consolation from his friends can you imagine his dad was the most notorious villain in the galaxy who was responsible for the deaths of thousands and Luke had to walk around like “no Vader no KKK no fascist USA no daddy issues at all cause he’s totally not my dad lol #fortheRebellion I’m so confused about my life rn” I mean it’s just tragic

But she sits in the garden
with calloused palms and 
no arms to hold you. She
tries anyways, and even
though you’ve never been
embraced by soul, you find
that you never want to leave.
And she smiles with all of her
teeth. White teeth. A little 
crooked. Just enough to 
be charming. She is wonder.

And roses and thorns and
empty watering cans. She
floods the ground. Moves
the mountains. You let her.
Beckon her. Love her. But
you never dare to tame her. 

She was born, my son, with 
wild eyes and wandering 
thoughts and hands too small
to hold all that she wants. 

When she asks for more
with glass in her gaze,
touch the curve of her spine
and give her everything
you have. Trust that it will
be enough. She may leave, 
yes, but maybe, if you’re
lucky, she’ll let you sit with her
in the garden, and she will 
teach you how to grow.


Hozier - Better Love (From The Legend of Tarzan)

I once kneeled in shaking thrill,
I chase the memory of it still,
Of every chill

Chided by the silence of the hushed sublime,
Blind to the purpose of the brute Devine,
But you were mine

Staring into blackness at some distant star,
The thrill of knowing how alone we are,
Unknown we are

To the world and to the both of us,
I confessed a longing I was dreaming of
Some better love

But there’s no better you love
That beckons above me,
There’s no better love
That ever has loved me,
There’s no better love,
feel better, love.

I have never loved a darker blue,
Then the darkness I have known in you,
Honed from you

You who’s heart would sing in anarchy,
You who’d laugh at meanings guarantee
So beautifully

When our truth is burned from history,
By those who figure justice in fond memory,
Witness me

Like fire weeping from a cedar tree,
Know that my love would burn with me
Or live eternally

Cus there’s no better love
That beckons above me,
There’s no better love
That ever has loved me,
There’s no better love,
feel better, love.

There’s no better love
That’s laid beside me
There’s no better love
That justifies me
There’s no better love
So darling feel better love


In which John talks about his big break way back in 2002, writing, reading, the extraordinary work of Amy Krouse Rosenthal, and her new project. Amy will be at the Bean on 8/9/16 from 8:09 AM to 8:09 PM; you’ll know it’s her because of the yellow umbrella. More info at the video invitation.


rickard rakell after scoring the gwg in ot of game 3

genji is still my bab even if I play Soldier more

until a better ship comes up I’m going to continue to wallow in rarepair hell

I love the beckoning emote, he’s so cocky

I stood on the shoreline and the endless ocean seemed to beckon me with its lovely waves, pulling and enticing me to go further into its depths. 
“I’m so very lonely,” it whispered. “Won’t you come spend eternity with me?”
And it began making promises that only something with its power could keep and I finally understood why some people choose to walk into the sea and never look back. It made itself seem beautiful and pure, and as I took hesitant steps towards the water, I heard murmurs of encouragement in my ear. It was only until I was in chest deep and out much to far that it began to transform. Crystal blue waters changed to a murky green and the once friendly, gently waves turned frothy, ravenous and angry. I began to struggle but it did not matter how hard I fought; the secret laden sea had gotten a grip on my very soul and  had no intentions of letting me go. It had been in solitude for much to long. My head was beneath the waves. It was to late. I had been tricked and I was drowning
—  n.g. // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #9

When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, though he hides a sword among them. And when he speaks to you, believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams. Love will crown and crucify you. Love for your growth so he is for your pruning. Love will caresses your tenderest branches and shake every clinging root. Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. He threshes and sifts you he grinds until he kneads you and then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast. All these things shall love do unto you, that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment. A fragment of Life’s heart. Now if in your fear you seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, better cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor. Into a seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all your laughter. And weep, and weep but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is enough. You should say, “I am in the heart of God." You cannot direct the course of love. For love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. To wake at dawn with a winged heart, to come home in the evening with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise on your lips.

The prophet (2014)

[ @milkmxid ]

Malooo–n! ❞ 

It was her father’s voice bellowing out across the ranch, but it wasn’t his heart. There was a coarseness to it, a severity that instead of a loving beckon was a stiff reprimand. Vaati could never understand paternal love, nor familial bonds, and yet his malicious designs depended upon it. Having adorned the disguise of Malon’s only relative, he was rather more irritable. Bloated, ponderous skin was a far cry from the pretentious, refined features he preferred.

Talon himself was now a petrified resident of the Cucco barn, the key to which was hung around his imitator’s neck by a thread. He hadn’t anticipated any questions – a closed door was never an awry sight, which prevented the poultry from roaming about the premises. Nevertheless, the ever-meticulous Vaati had begun to muse over an alibi. It would never injure his plans to misguide his pawns with a smattering of deception, after all. 

They deserved it for being so manipulable.

❝ You out here? ❞ Again, gruff and uncompromising. Loveless. Vaati trudged out towards the pen clearing at the rear of the ranch, while mimicking the lazy, lumbering idiosyncrasies of the man whose identity he’d reaved as his own. ❝ Listen, the Princess is coming soon! ❞

Ah, yes…
The princess.

Soon to be isolated and caught out here, in this miserable, rural purgatory…

STARMYU (ハイスクールスター・ミュージカル)

The enchanting idols of High School Star Musical beckon you in this lovely Animage Magazine (Amazon JP | US) spread, which was also illustrated by character designer Asami Watanabe (渡辺亜彩美).

The God who beckons you to love more and more cannot love you more. No matter how you grow in diligence and obedience, you cannot increase His affection for you. No matter how faithful you become, you won’t get a boost in your lovability. At your darkest moment, you were loved to the fullest measure; the same is true at your lightest moment.
—  Beth Moore, Children of the Day