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Since we have some Jewish holidays coming up, let’s talk about how to interact with them

On this thursday is Rosh Hashanna:

- this is the jewish new year, we are entering the year 5778. It comemorates when adam and eve were created.

- If you see someone jewish, or have jewish friends and family, say “L’Shana Tova (Le-Sha-Nah-Toe-Vah). It’s a greeting and a wish for a happy new year!

- We dip apples in honey to remind us of the sweetness of life and to bring sweetness into ourselves for a new year

-We eat a circular challah to symbolize the cycles of time, the challah often has raisins in it to add extra sweetness

-This is a happy holiday, full of joy

Beginning on Friday, September 30th is Yom Kippur:

- This is the jewish day of atonement, when we think about our wrongdoings of the past year and think about how we can commit to doing better in the next year.

- Many Jewish people fast, abstaining from food and water from sundown to sundown. The fast is roughly 25 hours. HOWEVER, if you need to eat, you may. There are lots of reasons that people may not fast, like recovering from an eating disorder, a medical condition like diabetes, or having to take medication with food. The elderly, children, and pregnant people should not fast.

- This is a solemn holiday, many people spend all day in synagogue in deep prayer. 

- On Yom Kippur, wish someone a peaceful or meaningful fast. Some people may take offense to the concept of having an “easy” or “enjoyable” fast because Yom Kippur is not about ease or comfort. 

- There is a breaking of the fast at sundown, this is usually a joyous event

Together, these make up the High Holy Days, the most important week in Judaism. 

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you flower you feast; Shawn Mendes

a/n: so i was literally ordered to write this and i just agreed. My two faves came together in an abundance of love and adoration and honestly i’m still not over it. 

synopsis: going to see Harry in concert with Shawn and he can’t keep his hands off of you.

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Witchy Wonders: Honey

I know that I have not been posting as often as I would like, but I’m super excited to announce the new Witchcraft series I’m starting called ‘Witchy Wonders’. For my very first post, I’m going to be delving deep into the universe of honey. This classic and long-loved sweetener has so many uses and it represents so many things.

- HONEY HISTORY -

The long and rather broad history of honey is actually not as boring as it sounds. Knowing the history of any witchy tool can really help you figure out how it works and how to incorporate it into your craft. In honey’s case, the color really stands out, and oftentimes it is used to represent happiness or prosperity. 

Throughout history, honey has been dubbed ‘of the gods’ and it has also been happily associated with sweet and pleasant things because of its rich, thick flavor. When people had no other kind of sweetener to turn to, honey was their solid rock. Bees thrive nearly everywhere, so it is mentioned in history all over the world. 

Honey began its trek to greatness thousands of years ago, whereas Witchcraft has only been prominently known for around five hundred years. Therefore, it can also be respected for its age and usefulness. 

- HONEY’S COLOR -

The color of honey varies depending on the flowers from which the honey has been derived. If a colony of bees gets their flowers in Autumn, the color of their honey will be much darker than we’re typically familiar with. If the flowers bloom in Summer instead of the later months, you’ll see the more infamous shade of yellow/golden syrup. 

With the usual color correspondences, gold stands for wealth, prosperity, abundance, good luck, and fertility. This makes honey perfect for money magic, as well as magic for general abundance. Since honey’s golden shade also represents good luck, an abundance spell done with honey doesn’t have to be super specific because it already brings good luck. For instance, if you were to do an abundance spell that wasn’t super specific without honey (or another good luck ingredient), then it could bring an abundance of sickness or loss or absence of some sort.

If you have access to some darker, autumnal honey, it can be used for earth magic because of its brownish color. Use it for animal magic, earth magic, spring and summer sabbats, and other such forms of Witchcraft. 

- KITCHEN HONEY -

Using honey in the kitchen can make superbly delicious food, and it can also aid in Witchcraft. When honey is put into kitchen Witchcraft, you can use it so many ways. Add it to your breakfast in the morning for a happy and pleasant day. Dip fruit in it. Mix it with your favorite herbs. The possibilities are nearly endless, considering how many amazing recipes you can find.

Replacing sugar with honey in a recipe will make it closer to the earth and nature itself. Sugar has been refined and processed, therefore reducing its natural Witchcraft uses. Of course, sugar is still good for many spells, but less ideal for earth and nature magic,

- HONEY + HAPPINESS -

For thousands of years, honey has been widely associated with happiness and pleasant feelings. This is because of its wonderfully sweet and syrupy taste. It leaves behind reminiscent feelings of spring and summer, and it marks the memory of nature and the flourishing earth. 

If you’re ever feeling in need of a sugary treat, make something with honey instead of sugar. It will bring you the same happiness without the unhealthy side effects. 

Honey is absolutely perfect for happiness spells to make things just a little bit better. You can also enchant items for happiness using honey and you can place them around your home to radiate positive vibes all day long. Honey is one of the best resources for witches with depression, anxiety, stress, and any other negative feelings. It can help you feel better when you’re feeling down, and it just makes things cheerful.


Whatever you choose to do with honey, it’s always a great tool to have in your witches’ armoire. Without a doubt, honey is the happiest, golden-est, grandest sweetener available for your magic endeavors. Have fun, and happy bewitching!

P.S. Do not hesitate to send me some messages! Questions, requests, and just a little hello sometimes are all welcome. :)

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Request: Could you possibly do an Edward x reader? Like they run into each other one day and it’s like they’ve seen each other before, but they can’t remember and they’re both vampires. It could end up being his friend before they got turned, they were real close or something, then another vampire can see the past and tells them….

A/N: Okay so I changed it a little bit but ?? idk. also this is probably a LOT more than you asked for and its kinda bad bc i don’t do edward very often but I really got into it so I hope you enjoy

Warnings: Angst mostly, fire mention, war mention, scar mention, death mention, general cuteness, etc. 

Pairing: Edward x reader 

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milo milo please hit me up w some of those sweet enby daniel headcamons and make the cis'™ mad

Dan telling Phil in 2009 with tears in his eyes that he doesn’t feel quite comfortable calling himself a man, but he still wants to use masculine pronouns and he doesn’t mind being called a boy; he’s trembling when he tells him, terrified that Phil will tell him he’s crazy, or say he’s trans… he knows he isn’t trans, and he’s already puzzled enough about what’s going on inside his mind. Phil’s confused at first but Dan explains a little bit more and they google together and he realises he’s non-binary. In 2011 he wears a dress at a party and feels a wonderful, almost buoyant elation that he looks up later and realises is gender euphoria. He experiments with clothes, buying thigh highs and panties and skirts and blouses, and he feels pretty when he wears them. One day he goes out in a skirt and knee socks, and someone calls him a tranny fag. He goes home crying and tells Phil he won’t ever wear those things out again. In 2012 he gets worried that it’s wrong or bad to be non-binary after seeing some posts calling enby people special snowflakes, and he decides he’s just going to try to be cis, even though he knows deep down that it won’t work and he’ll just make himself miserable. Through the next few years he forces himself to be more masculine than he wants to be or he feels is right for him. Finally in 2014 he starts letting himself be a little bit more himself. He starts wearing brighter colours as a small step toward the presentation he really wants with Phil’s encouragement. Phil buys him pretty things and tells him he’s beautiful every day. When they go to Japan Phil picks up a cherry blossom from the ground and tucks it behind Dan’s ear, kissing his cheek and calling him his pretty little flower. Dan blushes a soft petal pink to match the bloom and doesn’t remove it for hours. In 2016 people start noticing he’s different—softer. They ask him about it and he goes on numerous rants about gender and sexuality, saying people put too much stock in it and shouldn’t make assumptions about people based on how they look. Phil is so fucking proud of him for standing up for himself. He starts painting his nails and considers maybe trying makeup. The first few times he does makeup he’s too anxious for anyone—even Phil—to see, but finally one day he does a soft peach lip and sparkling earth tone eyeshadow, his long lashes dark and striking. It’s done a bit clumsily and he isn’t certain if he looks okay, but Phil pulls him close and tells him he’s never seen anyone so gorgeous. He starts watching YouTube tutorials and teaching himself how to do sharp wings and strong contours and sparkling highlight. He gains confidence, he stops straightening his hair and gets all giggly when Phil tells him the curls make him look so soft and lovely. He learns to love himself, and he realises that finally… he’s happy.

The Meeting (Malec Fanfic)

Magnus Bane was early for his important meeting, and by early he meant five minutes early. This left him the perfect amount of time for a cup of coffee before the long, tedious warlock gathering he had to attend. Usually he enjoyed attending a warlock council but not today, he wasn’t in the mood. He hasn’t seen Alexander in almost three days as he was being buried alive in paperwork from the clave during the day and then his night patrols. Magnus himself had been hectically busy, just last night he had delivered twelve various viles and bottles of potions around the country, it seemed like everyone and their mother needed his help this week. Magnus poured his coffee into his favourite mug and took a sip, he concentrated on the thought that in about six hours or so he should be free and he fully intended on portalling outside the institute and holding a boom box up outside Alec’s office window if he didn’t see him soon. He smiled at the thought and then jumped slightly from his thoughts when his wards trembled and Alec himself rushed through the door.

“Alexander!” Magnus beamed in surprise as his gorgeous, lanky Shadowhunter crossed the kitchen to him.

“Good.” Alec nodded seriously “I thought you might have left already.”

Before Magnus could even respond Alec had enveloped him. The kiss was searing and Magnus couldn’t help the pitiful moan that left his throat. He was caught off guard, his hands didn’t know what to do with themselves for a split second; when his body caught up with his brain he wrapped his arms tightly around his love. Alec had one hand secured around the back of his neck holding their kiss together.

When tedious things like needing air got in their way Alec pulled back and released him into a more gentle grasp.

“I thought I was going to be too late to see you.” Alec said as he tried to catch his breath.

Magnus was conflicted, right now he wanted nothing more than to take Alec to bed and show him how much he’d missed him but he really should be leaving…

“Missed you…” Magnus said as common sense lost and his mouth sought out Alec’s jaw.

Alec groaned and rolled their hips together. “Missed you more.”

Magnus tried to say ‘impossible’ but Alec attached his lips once more, he sucked hard on Magnus’ bottom lip and Magnus picked him up and set him on the counter top.
Parting their mouthes once more Magnus pressed a hand to Alec’s chest and pushed him flat out onto the counter top. He felt Alec’s legs wrap around his ass, his combat boots pinning him closer.

‘Magnus.’ Alec all but whimpered and the warlock pushed his black tee shirt up toward his rib cage. He ran his tongue from his chest right down to Alec’s dark happy trail, dipping it into his navel on the way.
His hands roughly unbuckled the strong belt on Alec’s jeans and he popped the button, ripping the zip open too. Alec wiggled under him and he yanked the jeans and boxers down ever so slightly, stopping at the base of Alec’s cock.
Magnus took a second to admire this Adonis, Alec’s tight muscles were flexing as he heaved his breath in and out. His head was thrown back exposing his long neck and that perfect deflect rune that Magnus loved to trace with his tongue. He was so happy, so in love and lust with this shadowhunter of his.
Getting back to the job at hand Magnus kissed his way from the happy trail down to that beautiful V of his hips. He dragged his lips up and down, gently inhaling that classic 'Alexander scent’ he couldn’t put his finger on what it was but it was pure sex. No man or woman ever had this effect on Magnus. He was obsessed with that Alec scent.
He has just began to mouth the bass of Alec’s cock when the younger man began to half heartedly object.
“Wait. Magnus, ugh. Wait” Alec groaned

“Hmm?” Magnus asked as he ran his nose back up towards Alec’s belly button.

“By the angel, I can’t believe I’m bringing this up…” Alec began

“Then don’t” Magnus smirked before he pressed a quick kiss to Alec’s flat stomach, he then straightened up and looked him in the eye

“- BUT…” Alec continued as he ran his hands down Magnus’ broad shoulders “… don’t you have the council meeting this morning?”

Dammit. Alec was right, and Magnus was pissed.
“I’m only a few minutes late.” He tried to reason “five minutes more… I’ll say there was a fire message.” He leaned in and tried to capture Alec’s lips again

“Do you really think I’ll be finished with you in five minutes?” Alec said quietly against Magnus’ lips and Magnus has a hard time remembering how to breathe.

“What are you trying to do to me Alexander Lightwood?” Magnus moaned putting their foreheads together.

Alec laughed a little “I’m trying to get you to go to your meeting so you can come home to me as soon as possible.”

“Fine.” Magnus said dramatically as he let go of Alec and stepped away. “I’ll go.”

Alec rolled his eyes before he hopped down from the counter, he picked up Magnus’ discarded mug of coffee and took a sip. “Ugh. Cold.” He shuddered

“Why are you drinking black coffee, darling?” Magnus asked as he put his coat on. “You need to sleep.”

“How do you expect me to sleep now?” Alec asked, raising one perfect eyebrow

“Sleep.” Magnus said as he gave him a chaste kiss, goodbye.

Alec nodded and threw himself down onto the couch. Magnus meant in bed but he was still happy to see Alec relax, even if it was just on his couch.

Magnus waved his arms and opened himself a portal.

“Hurry back to me.” Alec’s muffled voice came from under a cushion. He already sounded half asleep and Magnus smiled. “Love you.” It tailed off.

“I love you, Alexander.” Magnus said gently before he stepped into the portal. He wasn’t even sure Alec was awake enough to hear him; he smiled.

anonymous asked:

Headcannons on how Remus would be when dating/in love with you? How the rest of the gang teases y'all and such? Please and thanks xoxo :)

My bad it took me 83918172818 years to do this but! Here goes!

  • I imagine Remus to be the kind of guy who is hit by significant realisations quite slowly. 
  • Don’t get me wrong, he knows when his homework is due and what he feels for his friends when it’s 4am and he’s trying not to smile at the fact that they’re playing exploding snap and ignoring James singing about Lily for the billionth time. 
  • And he knows what he feels for himself when it’s the morning after a full-moon and his throat is dry and cracked and everything hurts.
  • But love is a realisation he isn’t quite sure he’s actually having. So it’s slow. It’s him, standing in line at the library for a book he’s had on hold since forever, chewing his lip, wishing that the Ravenclaw in front of him didn’t have so many questions about Bathilda bloody Bagshot, of all up-and-coming authors - seriously? Seriously? Talk about tired writing, the most cliched of structural suppositions, but then, as the line moves on, he remembers the accent you put on to read from Bagshot’s latest book last week.
  • You were meant to be revising for your exams and Lily had nudged you to do more than just glare at the schedule you’d drawn for yourself. 
  • James, Remus and Peter shared your table at Lily’s discretion: if anyone spoke at any moment that wasn’t the 10 minute break-slots she’d allocated, she’d personally hex them into the hospital wing. You’d grabbed the nearest book off the stack of your revision texts and off-setted her seriousness without even realising, pursing your lips and elongating your vowels as you whisper-read, sounding like a breathy, old bag of a lady. Bagshot.
  • Everyone had laughed, and laughed again at the blank look on your face. You’d only just realised they’d heard you. And Lily had shoved you in the arm, a light smile on her face. And Lupin had laughed into his jumper, meeting your eyes and looking like you’d just let him blow out the candles on his birthday cake. 
  • He hugged his arms to his chest, now, smiling at the memory. The librarian handed over his book and for a second, he was frozen. Thinking of your face. How before, he’d only ever fantasied about kissing you. 
  • During the crush phase, you weren’t always around, didn’t force yourself onto him/except for the times you did and he was more than happy about that. You dipped between friendship groups, but had, for long a time, always, always been a familiar face. A pretty face. The girl at breakfast. The girl with Lily. The girl who caught his eye when someone said something stupid and the privacy of the that feeling, the annoyance that tethered you two together, made him blush. The girl who, without any questions, ran into him and his friends on her way back from a late-night stroll and healed the sticky cut on his arm, no questions asked. Had placed a hand on his shoulder and, with those honest eyes, had asked him to please feel better. The girl who he hid behind bookshelves for if he saw her in the library: she made him nervous, she had James and Sirius calling after her so sweetly, nudging Remus, grinning at the fact that he could barely string a sentence around her anymore.
  • The girl who could not hide the displeasure she felt for her Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher. And that was the moment he realised: 
  • ‘Shit.’ His hands were in his hair. He’d turned to his friends, the worn knit of his jumper rising a little on his stomach as he did so. ‘I should probably do something about this, right?’
  • Sirius’s voice came from the top bunk, met James’s, as he sat at the desk, ink from an unfinished essay all over his fingers, and Peter’s. He lay upside down on his bed, wand in his hand casting smoke rings that went in on themselves. Boredom in his pale blue eyes.
  • It was a droning, draining, tired, elongated, resounding ‘YES’
  • The person behind him in the line coughed. Remus grabbed the book, stumbled just a little and apologised to the librarian. Shy eyed, he steered himself to the study area, pulling the sleeves back on his white school shirt to get to work. He tapped his quill. Placed his ink-pot to the side. Smiled in spite of himself.
  • He thought of his girlfriend., before she was his girlfriend.
  • You’d called Professor Bleakley a bigot. A ‘prejudicial git who clearly had things to unlearn before he should’ve gotten a job teaching kids.’ And you’d gotten detention for it. But you hadn’t cared. 
  • Remus had been tired that day. The full moon had drained him completely and so he’d had his head on the desk. You, however, sitting next to him, were bolt-upright. The lesson was on werewolves.
  • You’d huffed a few times under your breath, completely unaware of the low layer of anxiety accosting the boy sat next to you. Hearing about werewolves this way was hard.
  • It was scary. It was demonisation and dehumanisation and it made him wonder about himself, and all his monstrosity. Remus’ mouth was a thin line, his knuckles white against the oak wood of the desk and ready to punch a wall. Later. If he felt up to it. 
  • 'Personally,’ The professor had began, and Remus hadn’t really noticed the way the legs on the stool you’d sat on had screeched as you’d fidgeted. You were wary. Ready to spring into action if need be. 'I’m not 100% with the fraternisation of killers in public spaces. I daresay it robs us of our chances.’ The man’s tight smile was as greasy as his slicked-back hair. 'We can’t be sympathetic in an epidemic of such disease. Not when it offers an opportunity to harm us all. Not when it endangers us whole.’
  • Remus had sat up, mouth open to issue a slew of profanities but the girl sitting next to him had stood up before he had the time to.
  • 'Tell me professor,’ She’d started, a fire burning in her eyes. Remus had noticed the way her hands were shaking, though her voice wasn’t. 'Do you actually believe the bullshit coming out of your mouth right now or do you get paid to say this stuff by whatever fascist paper you’ve taken a subscription out from? What gives you the right…’ She’d continued on, only to have half of what she’d said stolen by cheers from what sounded like James Potter and Sirius Black, Lily Evans, Peter Pettigrew, and 80% of her classmates. ’… Make the dangerous assumption that every werewolf is a 'threat’ to society when the details of the condition are, at best, sketchy and often fabricated by organisations that embezzle donations to them and prey on vulnerable-“
  • ‘Miss Y/L/N, that is enough!” 
  • No, but sir I’m asking a question! I’m asking about this 'disease’ you’re talking about!”
  • ‘Miss Y/L/N, if you do not cease and desist at this very moment, you’re looking at a MONTH’S WORTH OF DETENTION-’
  • ‘But sir!’ You’d carried on, your heart hammering in your throat. ‘You still haven’t answered my question!’
  • Remus hadn’t seen you this angry before. The set of your jaw, your unwavering gaze, the shake of your fingers. Usually, you were all smiles. At least, when you caught his eye. Sure, he’d seen you pissed off at something sexist James and Sirius had been laughing at, had seen you humiliated by some ignorant Slytherins and a hex that had torn your schoolbag to shreds in the middle of a fast-pacing corridor, had seen you worried, snatching at the pages in The Daily Prophet after hearing about a tragedy in Diagon Alley, had seen you happy, catching Lily in your arms and hugging her to you after she’d received the highest mark in the class at Potions, had seen you confused, your cheek in your palm in Transfiguration. And he’d seen you tired, leaning onto him in the common room after a particularly snowy trip to Hogsmeade. But he didn’t like to dwell on that much. It made him shy. 
  • ‘OUT! OUT OF MY CLASSROOM! 50 POINTS FROM Y/H/N AND 3 MONTHS DETENTION FOR A BLATANT DISRESPECT FOR AN AUTHORITY FIGURE!’
  • He saw you angry, that day. You’d packed your things, looked Remus in his stunned eyes and he’d felt something stir in him to see them soften at his. You hadn’t even known he was a werewolf then. You were just that type of person.
  • You’d exited the room to cheers, to hands banging on desks to give you a grateful farewell.
  • And sometimes, the boys still brought it up. So did Lily. Remus had turned the memory over so many times he was surprised he wasn’t tired of it either. But you’d always cover your face, ask everyone to stop talking, and not see the way James would be mouthing at Remus to put his arm around you. 
  • Remus would glare, mouth a 'no!’ and James would roll his eyes, imitate the action with Lily and have her punch him in the gut for it.
  • Remus finally got around to it after that little scene, though. You’d been leaving the library together at the same time on a Sunday, unaware of the other working at the table opposite until the lamps were dimming and it was time to call it a night. 
  • He’d spotted you, wrestling the strap on your satchel and laughed at the frown on your face. You’d glanced up, seen him smiling and found you couldn’t do anything but smile back.
  • Taking the same route back to the common room together, you’d complained about things and people and ungodly weather and exams and friends. And you’d asked him what was up with Sirius and James lately.
  • And he’d ran a hand down his face, covering the sound of his voice with a muffled, 'they’re idiots. Please don’t pay attention to them.’
  • 'I mean, I don’t.’ You’d laughed, trying not to bump into the long-limbed boy next to you. He’d lifted his head to catch your eye, smiling.
  • 'Good. You’d be surprised how many people don’t follow your impeccable,’ He’d grinned at the word, and you’d made an impressed sound at his vocabulary. 'Example.’
  • 'Oh please,’ You’d feigned embarrassment dramatically, secretly loving the rise and fall of his laughing shoulders at the way you’d batted your eyelashes. 'I bet you say that to all the girls.’
  • 'Hm?’ Remus had scrunched up his nose. Smiled teasingly. 'No.’ He’d shook his head. 'No, no not really.’
  • 'Oh?’ You’d said, falling into step with him at the top of the moving stairs. You’d taken another step, though. Stood and perched on your tip-toes to look him in the eye. Neither of you had said anything after that. If the stairs moved, you hadn’t felt them. Remus’s brown eyes didn’t leave yours. Until they trailed down to your lips. And then he laughed, a short burst of something self-conscious. And he’d said, in a voice that he was hoping sounded brave and you only heard as his, completely his, 'On Saturday, do you want to come to Hogsmeade with me?’
  • And Lily had said how ridiculous that was later on because you went!!! to Hogsmeade!! with him!! every weekend!!! 
  • And you’d thrown a pillow at her and said it was different, he’d never asked you on your own, and would she stop cheering and singing stupid songs about people in trees and kissing, she sounded like James
  • Remus didn’t know about any of that stuff, though. He only knew about the way Sirius threw an arm around him every time he threw an arm around his girlfriend, or the choruses of 'awww!’ that occurred when she did something as simple as slide a slice of toast onto his plate, no comment needed, or how he’d cower into her hair every time his friends told the story of how he used to hide from her, he loved her so much. 
  • In the library, far from his memories, Remus’s slowest of realisations happens as he stares at the few lines he’s written of his essay. He’s spent all morning thinking of her and now, he smiles.
  • For the cynic, falling in love is standing somewhere and realising it’s a little warmer than before. He’s sitting down. He realises he’s never felt so warm in his life.

Sidenote: Here’s a poem that reminds of Remus and inspired this a little. :’) 

anonymous asked:

Have any of the Dipper-reincarnations started getting their memories of previous lives back... BEFORE Bill showed up? I know that Bill in that last snippet said it would've been a new record, but I interpreted it as being for a full-recall. Like, maybe some of the incarnations had what they later rationalized as junkfood nightmares after making "Bill Plans", but they didn't stop to analyze the distinct lack of actual fear, hahaha!

Bill did expect a full recall, when he was called a moron! But yeah, some of the incarnations do experience memories, in dreams.

Maybe Bill might not be able to get into their heads, or invade their dreams, but he’s still a dream demon. Memories come through easiest there.  

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We are Venus;
pearl-white, dipped in danger,
and silent as a first breath.
We dive head-deep into the dark,
naked skin soft with summer.

And in between our toes is the mud,
the birth of broken rules and a love for life.
We float to watch the stars,
breasts breathing in the night.
Sometimes, beauty doesn’t come with words to follow.

Not too far are the lights switching from yellow to red.
Not too far are the beds we will crawl back into
when the night is over,
but even the blankets will tell the difference;
we’re coming back changed.

—  –daisylongmile, Skinny-dipping