darkness to light hatred to love

“Lord, make me an instrument of thy peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
Where there is injury, pardon;
Where there is doubt, faith;
Where there is despair, hope;
Where there is darkness, light;
Where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled as to console,
To be understood as to understand,
To be loved as to love;
For it is in giving that we receive;
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
It is in dying to self that we are born to eternal life.”
St. Francis

“Love is a weapon of Light, and it has the power to eradicate all forms of darkness. That is the key. When we offer love even to our enemies, we destroy their darkness and hatred… What’s more, we cast out the darkness inside ourselves. What’s left are two souls who now recognize the spark of divinity they both share.”

Aaron looks so good these days. I don’t just mean physically, but he just looks…GOOD. You know? Healed. He looks peaceful and happy. No more heavy weight on his shoulders. No more devastating secrets weighing him down, he doesn’t have a darkness around him, he has light. He has a future, he has love in his heart that isn’t shadowed by anger or fear or hatred. He looks good. You know?

kehlani: 2016… a year I don’t have to explain for ages because those who know, know. Losing myself, finding myself, cutting all my hair off, getting diagnosed with things I at one point didn’t think were real, going to all sorts of islands, moving across the country and starting over .. searching for answers I already had within.. lots of friends died, and lots of friends went thru rebirths of sorts.. putting myself back together one day at a time only to find out I like the mess that I am. Making an album, my first album, going thru heartbreak and learning to love again, self hatred turned into self love, I could say endless things about this year, about how many low dark and scary points there was.. but it all leads to say I needed it. I needed the dark so I could see how bright the light truly is. So thank you GOD for 2016. No matter what it came with. Thank you for sending me into 2017 prepared, humbled, gracious, self aware, patient, determined, & stronger than I have ever been. I’m ready.

  • me: notices that kylo has a villainous crush/preoccupation/fixation on rey
  • me: delights in the fact that rey bests him in every one of their interactions together
  • me: thinks it would be beautiful and narratively satisfying to watch that obsession with her turn into love and respect as it would perfectly embody the attraction to and struggle with the light that is tearing kylo apart. thinks how beautiful it would be to watch a one-sided love story where kylo loses in the battle with the light, where he slowly becomes purified by love for rey, where he learns that light is not weakness and darkness is not strength because rey is light and he has felt her strength and power. imagines kylo finding his way back to the light because he learns how to love again, his admiration and love for rey breaking down the walls of his hatred and despair. doesn't expect or demand that rey reciprocate it in any way. wants more than anything to see a character change and grow through the power of love.
  • tumblr: you're an abuse apologist

Thank You. All of you who responded yesterday with a thunderous roar of love and support. Thank You to all who said such kind things, opened their hearts up to me, a relative stranger in your life, and made the world feel so much smaller. I posted my personal response to hatred and anger not expecting anything other than hopeful and optimistic illumination to the fact that we are all entitled to the thoughts that swim in our minds, and the expression of them. Never did I expect the light you sent back to me. Thank You, for confirming what I have long believed: It might be dark, but we can always chase the light, and in the end, everything will be ok.
I love you all so much, and am so looking forward to meeting more of you in person, hugging your wonderful necks, and hearing your voices. Thank You.


In this time of worldwide turmoil, may we remember that we are all brothers and sisters, regardless of our faith. Let us focus on being the peace we would like to see in the world, and then spreading it to those around us. One by one we can help bring more Light into the world.

Where there is hatred, let there be loving.

Where there is intolerance, let there be brotherhood.

Where there is anger, let there be compassion.

Where there is doubt, let there be faith.

Where there is ignorance, let there be understanding.

Where there is pain, let there be healing. 

Where there is lack, let there be abundance.

Where there is despair, let there be hope.

Where there is judgment, let there be forgiveness.

Where there is darkness, let there be Light.

May peace prevail within each one of us, and throughout the world.

Okay but what gives me strength re. Jacob Kowalski is thinking about the fact that Newt specifically says the Thunderbird serum wipes away BAD memories. Sure, it must have worked a treat on a New York that had witnessed the destruction caused by a mysterious dark force of repressed magic and hatred. But that part of Jacob’s memory in which an awkward, nerdy magizoologist, a brittle-but-kind, courageous ex-auror, and a fabulous queen of love and light introduced magic and wonder into a factory worker’s life of loneliness and boredom? That must have been harder to erase.


31 Best Fics Of 2016:

↳ 24.- All I Wish Not To Remember by @avocadolouie (71k)

What happens when all you had, all you loved, all you held dear is viciously ripped away from you? When your inner core, once filled with love and hope and light, blackens to raw, dark hatred?

What happens when your soul is hopelessly consumed and no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you attempt to shake yourself out, to rid your tormented mind of the opaque feelings that plague you, all you can see, all you can feel, all you can want is…


ENTP gothic

your curtains are shut. They block out the light. There never was any light. Only the darkness, made by your curtains. You have forgotten the human face.

You are only extroverted around people you enjoy. You enjoy no one. You are an introvert.

Science appears everywhere in your life. It is inescapable. Wherever you go, it is all simply science. You glance at your friend. He turns his head. He has become science. You scream, but only sound waves have been created.

Your narcissism has reached a new peak. You now love yourself so much that hatred swarms within you. Hatred for yourself. How you love to hate yourself. You’re so goddamn perfect. Fuck you.

An INTJ approaches. You feel hatred within you. You grab them. You slap them. You kiss them. You cry.

Arguing is all you have left. Your teacher says something that is wrong. You open your mouth to argue, but nothing comes out. You are gone. You disappear.

Everyone around you is an introvert. You have no extroversion in your life. You call a friend. No one answers. You have not seen your friends in days. You are unsure if they even existed in the first place.

“Would be an excellent student if they applied themselves” echoes in your mind, reverberating from childhood. Every teacher now only ever says this. Wherever you go. You feel fear.

Your emotions are gone. They have been replaced with a void. Emerging from the darkness is a small creature. It drags itself by its arms and has a horn on its head. It says it’s name is ghurg. You wish you could feel afraid.

Ibn Abbas said,

A good deed brings illumination to the face, light in the heart, power in the body, and love in the people’s hearts.

A bad deed shows as dullness in the face, darkness in the heart, weakness in the body, shortage of blessings, and hatred in people’s hearts.

Spiritual Disease and its Cures (pg. 72)

I’m just marveling at the fact that Star Wars has given us an emotionally-charged villain/hero dynamic with massive dark/light symbolism, narrative and interpersonal tension, an overwhelmingly strong and self-possessed heroine and a deeply conflicted villain who possess an unspoken spiritual bond even through their mutual hatred, and the fandom has responded with staggeringly beautiful fanart and fanfiction with slow burns and angst and dramatic tension…

…and I’m not supposed to ship them romantically, platonically, as enemies, in pretty much every conceivable context that means exploring their dynamic? 

My love of narrative didn’t stand a chance with these two. 

I don’t think most people understand just how in love Sasuke was with Naruto.

For Naruto, he built many bonds, while all Sasuke ever knew was his aim for vengeance, the one only other person to him was Naruto.

That’s why he had to kill him, because it was the only bond left keeping him from his revolution of being complete darkness (aka Naruto was his light) and in order to become that bearer of hatred to the world, he had to rid himself of that light and love.

Sasuke calls his him his “one and only” right before he believes he is going to kill him in the final fight.

Then he proceeds to say “Now I can finally be alone.”

So there we have it. Without Itatchi, Sasuke had no one but Naruto, Naruto is his true love and the most important thing to him.

Sasuke’s love may be even more intense than Naruto’s for his. Not at all underestimating the severity of Naruto’s dedication to Sasuke - Naruto spent his life trying to save Sasuke from darkness and was willing to die with him for it, I don’t think it gets much deeper than that. I just also know that for Sasuke, there is only Naruto. His one and only.

The signs as Avenged Sevenfold lyrics

Aries: “Selfish beneath the skin, but deep inside, I’m not insane”
Taurus: “Miles away from those I love, purpose hard to find”
Gemini: “I am your war, arming the strong, aiding the weak”
Cancer: “Never feared for anything, never shamed but never free”
Leo: “My hand is on the trigger, I’m ready to ignite”
Virgo: “Life so reckless, tragedy endless”
Libra: “Kneel to the crown, stand to the sun”
Scorpio: “Darkness has kept the light concealed, grim as ever”
Sagittarius: “I’ll taste your blood tonight”
Capricorn: “No one to call, everybody to fear”
Aquarius: “Got nothing against you, and surely I’ll miss you”
Pisces: “Hatred fuels my blood, I’ll burn you down”

“nobody will love you until you love yourself.”

that seemed true to me for a very long time; i hated myself, and so did everyone else, i believed. i was in a black pit. even the people who called me a friend were secretly hiding hatred, i knew it. after all, inside of me was a deepening maw, a chasm no love could cross.

i ruined everything i touched. the first person who loved me was terrified of the black hiding behind my eyes. she said once it was like two spirits lived in my body: the bright she loved and a terrible powerful darkness she didn’t know the name of.

she didn’t love me, right? she was only in love with the light. i was a good trickster, a talented liar; conned people into being my friend even when i danced the edge of death.

nobody will love you.

here is a story told to me: one sad boy finds a dog on the side of the road, takes him to the vet. doesn’t have the money for it, but he helps the dog and the dog’s three legs. this kid goes into debt for a dog. because the dog needed help and there was nobody else around to offer it.

here is a story told to me: a girl in the library finds that little kids love hearing her voice tell stories. she wears long sleeves to her thursday fairytale meetings, and they call her a princess. at school she hunches her shoulders and keeps her head down. here, she sits tall and makes faces and brings the house down.

here is a story told to me: a teen is sleeping on the couch of their best friend ever since the word “trans” came up in an argument. they don’t know how to pay back the kindness so every morning they make coffee and when they finally get together five dollars in change they spend it to make a cake for the family.

nobody will love you; you’re useless like this; you’re a big aching mess. nobody ever loves a burden, nobody could love this.

here is the end of the story: they are a rage of bitter nights and ready to step over a ledge even though they fear the flying. this is when a friend comes in with nothing but a blanket, a box, and a half-eaten bag of cheetos. inside the box lies a supply of hormones. when a very small friend who just wants to make a difference shows it’s possible to have your cake and eat it too. 

here is the end of the story: the girl is devoured by thin. she lies in a hospital bed and pictures only blankness. this is when a card shows up, hand drawn with sixteen crayon signatures all saying “i love you” in terrible spelling. when a group of very small children who owe her magic give her it back.

here is the end of the story: the boy is sitting in bed weeping, hand on a razor, thinking about the ending, when a dog nuzzles open his door and starts whining. when a very small wounded dog with three legs and everything to owe and only love comes into the picture.

we find our way to love only by the paths that others have woven for us. we light a candle with another person’s gentle flame. we guide ourselves out of the holes through the ropes of other people. we learn to love ourselves because other people do.

here is the better part: the stories are of survival, and they are all true.

here is the best part: one day these stories will be about you.

Lord, make me an instrument of Thy peace;
where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console;
to be understood, as to understand;
to be loved, as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive,
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned,
and it is in dying that we are born to Eternal Life.
—  Prayer of Saint Francis