crimson rosee


A fun reminder.

Roleplaying isn’t a competition.
Roleplaying isn’t about being better than someone else.
Roleplaying isn’t about having the best writing &/or formatting skills.
Roleplaying isn’t about forcing others to roleplay with you. 
Roleplaying isn’t a job, it’s a hobby.

Roleplaying is about fun and nothing else. 
Never let anyone tell you otherwise.

The name Lucifer is a Latin word meaning “light-bearer” from lux, “light”, ferre, “to bear,”, a Roman term for the “Morning Star”. Lucifer was the translation of the Septuagint Greek heosphoros, - “dawn-bearer”; Greek phosphorus, “lightbearer” and the Hebrew Helel, meaning “Bright one”. In the Roman poet Ovid’s Metamorphoses, the mentioning of Lucifer comes in the concept of AURORA, the Goddess of Dawn in Roman mythology, “Aurora, watchful in the reddening dawn, threw wide her crimson doors and rose-filled halls; the Stars took flight, in marshaled order set by Lucifer, who left his station last.” – Ovid
—  Wisdom of Eosphoros: The Luciferian Philosophy

Just imagine if you could reread your favorite manga as many times as you wanted but it still had the same magical effects as it did the first time through

Huge TBR list. What should I read next?

Infernal Devices (last 2 books)

Illuminae Files

Shatter Me (last 2 books)

The Kiss of Deception

Six of Crows duology

Delirium trilogy

Crimson Bound

An Ember in the Ashes

The Book Thief

Stalking Jack the Ripper

—————————————- Vote for the one I should read first till 05/06/17 TBR list reading order is to be published the next day!

I was sitting in your garden, surrounded by exotic flowers and the scent of fruit. I felt the sunshine on my skin as I watched the sky. It looked more vibrantly blue there than it has ever looked anywhere else, I would almost call it… electric.

You came to me, let your hand rest on my arm, skin against skin, for a short while. And you showed me the flowers: honey-colored lilies, pale blue forget-me-nots and, not to forget, the roses whose crimson shade reminded me of the blood running in our veins.

I liked the roses because they were just like you. Or i liked you because you were just like the roses: stunning to look at, yet painful to touch, which I immensely enjoyed. And I found myself tingling with curiosity to see if your thorns were as sharp as I’d heard.

They keep telling me: “his garden is no paradise but a prison; darkness grows in the deepest corners and the birds stop chirping as he walks by”. I doubt that, for in my eyes, you make the flowers grow and the sun shines a little brighter when you smile.

—  secret garden