like a star in the sky

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i want to be touched by the stars.

                   everything is so big so much & i feel small /
                  bird in monsoon rains, swamps sticky &
                   feet caught in them, moonlight a pool 
                   of spilled dreams on the backs of wings:

what i’m saying is that my body
sways to the sky & i am a ship
of yearning. want to be loved
so much & so fully caterpillar
turns butterfly turns starlight 
turns god.

                     everything is big & i am small & maybe
                     this is not always a bad thing (bumblebee flies
                     into my face & bounces off) & small does not
                    always mean inconsequential. 

what i mean is: small things, like
you reaching out to touch my hand.
i mean: small things, like the sun in
your eyes when you tell me you love me.
small things, like gnocchi on a date &
a jarful of stars with love in them & love
letters scrawled before airport trips.

                i mean: i’ve always wanted to be touch by
                stars, & when you touch me, every wish my
               body has ever had comes true. the yearning
                in my stomach, the heart full of hungry tongues: 

quiet. each touch is benediction,
is absolution.

when we kiss,
the world breaks in two

& forgiveness rises from
every chest.

i used to think that life
was crafted of fake smiles
and forced laughter
filled with nasty thoughts
and never ending loneliness
and i was okay with that
until
suddenly you made my smiles genuine
and my laughter natural and
now my life is filled with rosy thoughts
and your company that never leaves
you see
my role in the world
has no substance
unless it intertwines with you
life now shines like a constellation of stars
rather than the empty night sky
that stared back at me
at 4am.
you have given me a rhyme
and a reason
to somehow see the world
in a different light
one that is much brighter
and im glad
because your smile is so much better
when all i see is light.
— 

opulent-ailurophile

Originally posted by lumituomi

You gave me a sky full of stars. You showed me how stars could light up the dark sky. But those nights seem to be a blur now. Because tonight, it’s different. The stars aren’t there anymore. I do not see twinkles above the sky anymore. The sky is empty, just like me. And tonight, the stars are replaced by droplets. Tonight, it is raining. The sky is crying with me.
—  you left and took the stars, my light to survive darkness // r.b

anonymous asked:

what are some cheap, easy to get items for a Nyx shrine, and how would I pray to Her? I'm from a Christian family, and I'm not wanting to cross the religions in any way, which means I want to pray to Her in the proper way (if there is a difference between Greek prayers and Christian prayers), and I have housemates who would not be comfortable with me having large shrine, so I need to keep it discreet.

Nyx, being the goddess of the Night, is generally associated with everything regarding the night. Some ideas for a discreet altar could be: 

~ a bag with a night-sky or galaxy pattern 

~ navy-blue candles

~ a candle holder for an offering dish

~ learn to make paper stars, put them into a jar as offerings

~ a statue depicting Her if you can play this off as just decoration

Offer her traditional Hellenic offerings, like water, olive oil, honey, milk, or (if you’re old enough) alcohol. 

Yes, there is a traditional Hellenic prayer formula, it is different than Christian prayers. Here is the basic formula: 

~ Call the deity and list their epithets. Add a line about “by any other name you wish to be called by”, in case you forgot some. 

~ List the stuff you’ve done for them in the past. This can be as general or specific as you like.

~ Your request. 

~ Thanks. Always be sure to offer when requesting things, and again if you are granted what you asked for. 

Here is the source post that goes into a little more depth on the prayer formula on @soloontherocks‘ old blog. This formula is specifically for asking for things, but you can remove the request section if you just want to pray to her to talk to her. I use the formula when requesting things but usually just talk to the Theoi like they’re there with me (even though they’re not lmao), whether out loud or in my head. 

In general, uphold Hellenic values and offer to Nyx often. If you have any other questions on traditional Hellenic worship to incorporate into your worship of Nyx, feel free to hit me up on my personal blog @crystalizedforest. 

~terebinth

Could Roses Bloom VIII

Stitch by stitch I tear apart.
If brokenness is a form of art,
I must be a poster child prodigy.
Thread by thread I come apart.
If brokenness is a work of art,
Surely this must be my masterpiece.

Neptune ~ Sleeping at Last

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Desperation is destructive.

A force of nature encompassed within your mind that grows and grows and grows until it reaches the boiling point and wreaks havoc and destruction as it is unleashed.

It is, in many ways, like a tornado.

On a humid day with a cloudy sky it starts, the storm that will be responsible for the tornado that is desperation.

The clouds form, small and harmless at first and it seems almost nice to have some occasional shade from the bright, burning sun. Yet then the white tuffs get bigger and bigger, grow darker and darker with want and need and the thunder in your mind feeds the jealousy in your heart.

And as the feeling of pending loss grows, is thrown into the world with biting words and rash behavior, so do the clouds.

Until the warm, humid and sunny day is no more.

Has been completely overthrown by the brewing storm that is now slowly unleashing itself.

Reaching out its small tendrils of dark clouds, down to the ground, swirling and twirling and from a distance it almost looks graceful.

Yet danger lies in those tendrils, in the swirls and the elegance and the moment they touch the ground there is nothing elegant or graceful about it.

Then, it’s like the end of the world, raging on and on and destroying everything in its path as frustration, hurt, grief and jealousy are being pushed out, out, out.

And it leaves in its wake a path of utter obliteration, sometimes small and sometimes reaching as far as the horizon.

Yet there is always something that gets destroyed.

Jim’s sky is getting darker and darker, the storm growing rapidly for looking at Leonard now feels horrible.

It’s heartbreak and love and hope and hurt and it’s a chocking sensation that leaves Jim almost numb, constricts his heart because to feel nothing is better than to feel the mess.

It’s a constant of Bones, Bones, Bones that he wants to drown out but he can’t.

Can’t silence his thoughts and can’t silence himself when he sees Leonard at lunch, again with someone else.

Someone that isn’t him

And he wants Leonard to be happy, oh he does.

But the voice in the back of his mind demands it be with him and no-one else.

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with that new nurse,” he remarks off-handedly the next day over dinner but his shoulders are tense and his eyes fixated on Leonard.

Leonard, who raises an eyebrow and crosses his arms defensively across his chest. “So?”

“So nothing. I just… noticed.” Jim shrugs, almost casual.

But on the inside, his tornado has touched the ground. Is raging and destroying with those words having rolled off of his tongue.

His mind is screaming stop, shut up, please!

But it’s too late.

Can’t take back what’s already said.

“Jim,” Leonard sighs and he looks down at the table. His shoulders hunched in on himself, his hands clenched around his glass and when he raises his eyes there’s clear heartbreak in them. Desperation. “Jim you can’t do this.”

“Do what?” Jim asks and his mind screams stop, stop, stop while his heart cries mine, mine, mine!

Silence fills the room, heavy and palpable and nearly choking.

Leonard watches Jim, his eyes carefully guarded and his expression set into a deep frown.

Then he sighs, shakes his head and stands up. “Just… don’t.”

Jim isn’t sure how, but his heart shatters in his chest all over again.

He can’t even get himself to look away, to move, to talk.

He can only watch as Leonard has his eyes down on the table as he says “I’m sorry, Jim,” and turns around.

Walks away.

Leaves Jim.

Alone.

The tornado that is his desperation leaving behind nothing but destruction in his chest.


Note: I don’t very often cry when I write, but I cried writing this and I suppose it hits close to home and I’m sorry?

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The capacity of the mind is broad and huge, like the vast sky. Do not sit with a mind fixed on emptiness. If you do, you will fall into a neutral kind of emptiness. Emptiness includes the sun, moon, stars, and planets, the great earth, mountains and rivers, all trees and grasses, bad people and good people, bad things and good things, heaven and hell; they are all in the midst of emptiness. The emptiness of human nature is also like this.
— 

Huineng

milkshake-studies  asked:

So, I've been seeing a few of these posts on your account for "The writing game" I think? and wanted to try it out! So, this is it. "The stars are in her eyes, but the night sky is in her soul"

and oh, tell me, how does it feel to have the expanse of night wrapped up in your body? do you miss the taste of sunlight or is the light of the distant stars enough for you? oh, tell me, night girl, how does it feel to enchant the minds of mankind so thoroughly, to have poetry and theories devoted to you? i cannot imagine the depths of night and unseen enigmas that lie somewhere in your soul, but i’d like to know.

this wasn’t really a writing thing inspired by your prompt but more like a response to your prompt? hope you don’t mind!!

(for the writing ask game)

dead calm. (a story)

I counted your ribs one by one as I broke them between my grips, the blood of your heart lay on my fingertips flat and shallow, my words are like daggers throwing knives at your back.  They are perfect and articulate as if I was carving out holes of my anger and regret.  Do you know the feeling of how ghosts can haunt a moonlight?  It is that my eyes see no stars out tonight, the sky seems  bleak and condescending when I call your name.  It brings chills to my spine and unnerving pulses make quick jabs to my throat as if I’m being choked by some beast I never welcomed.  You seem distant oceans away from me and I think I’ll leave you in the tides drowning with no life support one more day.

marvel: thor ragnarok will be released on november 3rd 2017

me: excuse you? When I click on a source, I expect a reputable article or statement and not a fanboy twitter of rey sky walker star wars hype. Like…. it doesn’t even take you to the source? I am assuming if it’s there you’ll have to scroll for it…. like… do you realize how sources are suppose to work? Next time just source the wiki for America because vague is cool

Fic Prompts: Star Wars Wednesday

Lightning spread out in the sky above them like branches, followed by a crack of thunder. The speeder pulled to a halt outside the ruins, still grand in a spooky sort of way.

“Well,” said Hera, “I don’t think we’re getting back to the ship before this storm breaks. We should probably camp here until is blows over.”

Kanan shifted uncomfortably beside her.
“I dunno,” the teenager murmured, “Something about this place feels strange, sort of distorted.”

The young Twi'lek captain sighed and shrugged. “I think we’ll have to take our chances.”

Kanan agreed, and they began hauling their cargo up under one of the stone arches. A ghostly wail whistled through the passageway behind them, fading into the wind, and both jumped, grabbing each other’s arms for dear life.

“Gonna be a long night,” Kanan chuckled nervously.

but my love, you shine brighter than every star in the sky, ch. 1 - nicky/lorna

ongoing drabbles of nicky and lorna’s married life!
also on ao3

Jesus fucking Christ, Nicky thinks as she glances at the digital clock that rests on the nightstand on her side of the bed (Lorna isn’t a fan of clocks in the free world, go figure— she says they’re too demanding and judgmental), which glares 1:00 am in bright red letters.

“Loooorn!” she growls out in exasperation. She hates how much she’s starting to sound like Franny.

She rolls over and presses her face into Lorna’s oversized bed shirt (Which is really her shirt, gifted during the first week they were reunited after prison. They had only been separated for a month, but it felt like forever.) that is spread out on Lorna’s side of the bed, ready for her to climb into. Nicky tries to tamp down on her annoyance by inhaling Lorna’s scent—because even three years into married life, she’s still pathetically crazy over this girl.

“C’mon, baby, it’s one in the freakin’ morning! I’m tired! I wanna go to bed!” she calls out again as she hugs the shirt to her chest.

“Sorry, sorry! She just wanted to watch a lil’ bit more!” Nicky hears Lorna calling from the living room followed by the sound of dogs barking and Italian music playing on the TV and finally the delicious, happy laughter of her adopted daughter.

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I don’t know what to do anymore.
  I look into your eyes and see the stars, like they are my favorite night sky.
  You look into mine and see a grey blue clutter. That’s not a metaphor, that’s just the color of my eyes. They are colored like the steadiest wings, the toughest metals, the stormiest seas. You don’t see any of that. Maybe it’s because you don’t want to. Or maybe because you haven’t tried.

  I’m sure your mind is a beautiful place, and I’d love to see it one day. If you’d let me in, that is, and I don’t think that is going to happen anytime soon. Or ever.

  I try my best, I really do. But I have come to the realization that this isn’t my choice anymore. It’s yours. What happens from now one is your choice, it’s your move.

  Maybe you choose to look for the sea in my eyes, or maybe you decide to look away. Maybe you decide to let me into your beautiful mind, or maybe you decide to close it off and throw the key away.

  All I ask is that you don’t leave me in a state of not knowing, because it is slowly tearing me apart.

—  if it doesn’t cross your mind // leafling

superdianas  asked:

excuse you? When I click on a source, I expect a reputable article or statement and not a fanboy twitter of rey sky walker star wars hype. Like…. it doesn’t even take you to the source? I am assuming if it’s there you’ll have to scroll for it…. like… do you realize how sources are suppose to work? Next time just source the wiki for America because vague is cool

zak: excuse you? When I click on a source, I expect a reputable article or statement and not a fanboy twitter of rey sky walker star wars hype. Like…. it doesn’t even take you to the source? I am assuming if it’s there you’ll have to scroll for it…. like… do you realize how sources are suppose to work? Next time just source the wiki for America because vague is cool

me: excuse you? When I click on a source, I expect a reputable article or statement and not a fanboy twitter of rey sky walker star wars hype. Like…. it doesn’t even take you to the source? I am assuming if it’s there you’ll have to scroll for it…. like… do you realize how sources are suppose to work? Next time just source the wiki for America because vague is cool

I think this will be the first time I ever promoted my baby, but here we go!
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Georgie Fame - And I Love Her (The Beatles) - HD

“And I Love Her”

I give her all my love
That’s all I do
And if you saw my love
You’d love her too
I love her

She gives me everything
And tenderly
The kiss my lover brings
She brings to me
And I love her

A love like ours
Could never die
As long as I
Have you near me

Bright are the stars that shine
Dark is the sky
I know this love of mine
Will never die
And I love her

Bright are the stars that shine
Dark is the sky
I know this love of mine
Will never die
And I love her