life's nothing without risk

tELL PEOPLE HOW YOU FEEL BEFORE ITS TOO LATE I AM BEGGING YOU. UNSAID FEELINGS ARE THE FUCKIN WORST AND THEY WILL KILL YOU, COMPLETELY EAT YOU UP INSIDE AND MAKE YOU ROT AWAY. YOU GOTTA TELL PEOPLE HOW YOU FEEL, RIGHT NOW, RIGHT WHEN IT HAPPENS. TELL THEM YOU LOVE THEM, TELL THEM YOU WANNA MAKE THEM HAPPY, TELL THEM YOU MISS THEM, TELL THEM YOU DONT LIKE HOW THEY TREAT YOU, TELL THEM YOU FEEL SAD AND NEED HELP. PEOPLE WANT TO HEAR WHAT YOU SAY EVEN IF IT HURTS A LITTLE AT FIRST. HONESTY IS REAL AND BEAUTIFUL AND FEELINGS THAT ARE SAID AND ACKNOWLEDGED EVEN IF THEYRE UNREQUITED ARE FUCKING RAW AND BEAUTIFUL AND HEY, AT LEAST YOU GOT IT OFF YOUR CHEST. SO PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE BE HONEST WITH HOW YOU FEEL. LIFE IS FAR TOO SHORT TO HIDE BEHIND THE FEAR OF SOMEONE BEING MAD OR NOT FEELING THE SAME WAY. I PROMISE YOU. LIFE IS NOTHING WITHOUT THE SMALL RISKS OF SAYING HOW YOU FEEL. SO GO DO IT. SAY IT. I PROMISE ITLL BE WORTH IT. YOULL SEE.

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Reasons the Jedi Should End 11/?

Obi-Wan(’s inability to communicate in emotional terms makes it sound as if he) cares more about lightsabers than people.

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My early 20’s in Vancouver looks… moving across the country on a greyhound with nothing but a few suitcases really worked out for me… Life is nothing without risk!!!

✨Souls of the midnight silence✨

The restless mind of Aries still wanders across deserted cities, where they can enjoy the remains of the daylight hurricane. Where the Sun has once roasted to the core the ground. The ground cold and dry now. Aries steps on the cracked road just like a ferocious warrior steps on his newly regained territory. The night is ours. We have won.

Taurus isn’t hiding. They’re cleverly disguised as a sleeping tree, watching over the world. They’re a hermit. But this hermit doesn’t have a cave, doesn’t have an ancient forest or any dusty robes. They walk among us, talk about obvious matters, and never stand too much under the show lights; because Taurus carries their safe heaven everywhere with them, in their head.

Sometimes, the voices in their head seem to be unending. Gemini likes to keep a good conversation going, but not one that’s so contradictory and puts at doubt all of their knowledge. Other times they get very uninteresting or hollow. But that’s the grace and curse of the magician: they are always finding new charm in old concepts. They have to recall all those boring stories, just to make them spark again as new.

The pearly light of the Moon shines bright on their foreheads, on their chests and arms. Cancer is the queen of the night, gentle, loving and untamed. They are lithe little spirits, scheming and crying and hoping. They dream of home, of what their kingdom must feel like under the spell of their lullaby. Cancer embraces with all their heart every little moment, and just for a second orders it to be infinite. Then lets it go.

Leo is a mighty king. Leo is still just a little, young prince. They sit on the throne, watching down at the busy and luxuriously decorated hall. They wait for something amusing to happen. Not even the jokers can make them laugh anymore. This castle is too merciless for their golden glance. Leo has cried far too much in their chambers. Now is the time. Now is when the diamond gates will open again, for the sunlight to step in.

The lifetime collection of bookshelves isn’t even half-filled with stories. They pierce with glorious columns the night sky, bonding Virgo to gods and angels and other divinities. They seek answers between the lines of random life paths, they write down anecdotes out of context; they collect whatever seems to deserve a second chance to our limited understanding. Devoted to the grave, the archivist is the one who keeps our adventures alive for eternity.

Soft spoken, delightful and intriguing, Libra never chases to get what they want. They are the rightful leader, the socialite who has the power to move and inspire everyone. They walk covered in silk scarfs and laced gowns, their pointy, pale shoes soundless on the fine marble. Some call them gossipers, others only dream to possess their enchanting grace. Libra laughs, and carries on.

Scorpio is a mystery. Their own mind is a mystery to them. They wear crimson capes on their broad shoulders, chin high and eyes to the dark ocean of the sky. “Priestess” they hear “You Great Priestess”. The sound or voices or whispers, they’re all too loud in the dead of the night. Love is a great feeling, but Scorpio enjoys it best in solitude. To grasp the naked body of the dark, to become one with the night.

Nothing is exotic or exciting about already explored lands. Therefore, Sagittarius crosses the Known and enters the Unknown. They are a discoverer; never staying more than a night. Never wasting too much time. With each second, the world around them changes. Something new is born, something old dies. And they have to, they must to see it. Traveled ways aren’t their path.

Playing a dangerous game ever since they were brought into this world. Capricorn doesn’t fear taking risks. They are an experienced chess player; life without risks is nothing for them. Every move, every breath is another part of the grand plan they’ve waited to start. Sometimes it takes just a sacrificed pawn to win the war; or maybe the whole court. But the one that always remains standing is the mind behind the board.

The fearless renegade, the one who steals from the rich and gives to the poor. Aquarius will never second guess their thirst for justice. They might be called an outlaw, a thief or even a criminal. Nothing can stop Aquarius from spreading altruism like a contagious disease. They don’t fear their antagonistic appearance. For them, the blooming sensation in their chest is enough.

Pisces is a dreamer, an illusionist. They bring heavenly songs into the heart of those who dare to hear their stories. They play with cotton like clouds when others hide in fear of the coming storm. Pisces swims in the depths of the crystal clear lakes, bringing to the surface what others might want to be better forgotten. They have the innocent, but terrible power to name what others are too scared to say.

Third grade.  The whole school watched in the auditorium, because of McAuliffe.  I remember, the contrails glowing against the gorgeous blue sky, how the excited chatter of several hundred school kids went quiet, so quiet.  The principal shutting off the projector and everyone ushered back to classrooms. 

Mrs. Dawson was my teacher, and she was extraordinary. We sat together in the front of the classroom and cried, almost all of us.  I remember her saying that nothing in life is without risk, but that being afraid wasn’t living. We would keep exploring, and we would go back to space again. I remember how badly I still wanted to go.