lines from a poem

(tafkas77)

it’s been a while since i shared a song with you. here’s one that i was working on a while ago, but never really “finished.” it’s an interlude of sorts, with a lot of lines borrowed from my poem, moon magick. as always, thanks for putting up with the odd things i post, heh. 


lyrics: 

i shaved ribbons of fat
by light of my eyes
the slicing was warm
it made me feel high
the velvet in my hand
the velvet in mine
the peak of a dead man
the velvet night

i talk the moon in the night:
come under the water with me
i talk the moon in the night

the blame is my hands
the blame is mine
i’m dancing the tango in the velvet night
the flame is in my hands
the flame is in mine
the ashes are raining
it makes me feel high

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“It wasn’t an official marriage. We didn’t register. But we had a plan. I was earning good money even though I was young. I was already a specialist at the age of nineteen. She was very beautiful. We’d been together for four years. She was a good person and very easy to talk to. She’d met my family and everyone loved her. At the time I was helping to construct a new subway line in Moscow. I came home from work one day and she was gone. There were no cell phones back then. Nobody knew where she was. She’d last been seen getting into a private taxi with her friend Natalya. A lot of people were disappearing during that time. The police stopped searching after a few months. She wasn’t seen again. There’s a line from a Russian poem. It says: ‘We love just once in a lifetime. And spend the rest of our lives looking for something similar.’ I’ve had other girlfriends after Oksana. But I don’t remember their birthday. Oksana’s birthday was July 9th. She was a Leo.”

(St. Petersburg, Russia)

peachy asks
  • tinted moisturizer: what always makes you laugh?
  • peach lip gloss: something that always bring a smile
  • strawberry smoothie: favorite cafe order
  • rice blotting sheets: favorite skin care product
  • white nail polish: call a parent/ guardian
  • coral eyeshadow: tell 10 people you love them
  • watercolor brushes: favorite physical feature
  • personalized stationary: MBTI or HP House
  • glitter glue: a goal you accomplished recently
  • guitar strings: song that you're currently obsessed with
  • mini flat iron: tell us a life hack you actually use
  • origami paper: do you fidget or have nervousness tics?
  • wood shavings: go-to comfort food?
  • large umbrellas: favorite weather?
  • rock candy: a beautiful line from a poem/song
  • tea tree oil: whats something worth living for?
  • pastels: what do you do when you're feeling sad?
  • grid lines: last thing that you wrote?
  • sparkling cider: go buy yourself something nice
  • hand cream: go put on lotion or oil in your hair
  • face sheet mask: favorite beauty youtuber/ instagrammer?
  • 0.38mm pens: if you could change one thing about yourself..
  • plum wine: what are you afraid of?
  • night repair cream: go take out your trash
  • floral arrangements: dream vacation destination?
Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams. You may fancy yourself safe and think yourself strong. But a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play… I tell you, that it is on things like these that our lives depend.
—  Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
Being In A Relationship With Loki Laufeyson Would Go A Little Something Like.....

Requested by @rindulacre! Thanks!!^.^

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In The Beginning…

~ Loki avoids you like the plague. There is no way he’s attracted to a weak, fragile, mortal. Even if you do have beautiful eyes and a stunning smile and the way you laugh makes his breath catch in his chest like he’s been hit with his brother’s hammer. Nope. He’s not attracted. Not at all.

~ He does a pretty good job of avoiding you until he sees you talking with Thor one day and it sets him off

~ Loki takes immediate action and interrupts the (completely innocent) conversation your having with Thor to ask you on a date, something that couldn’t make Thor happier

~ Later Loki has to ask Thor what exactly a date entails as he has no idea what he’s doing

~ Your first date consists of Loki arriving right on time with a large bouquet of your favorite flowers. 

~ He takes you to a carnival where you introduce him to all kinds of new foods (most of which he is extremely hesitant to try). You also drag him through the house of mirrors and onto most of the rides. He wins you a huge stuffed tiger at a booth that is obviously rigged (he swears he didn’t use magic though). And at the end of the night you share a kiss at the top of the Ferris Wheel as fireworks go off in the back ground.

~ Loki takes you out on only three more movie worthy dates before asking if you would like to “go steady” 

As A New Couple…

~ Everyone thinks you guys are joking until Loki pulls you in for a deep kiss to prove them wrong

~ Thor is so excited he drags you and Loki out on a double date with him and Jane. (Most of the night is spent with you and Jane in tears of laughter as the two brothers try to top each others embarrassing stories about the other).

~ Loki is constantly sending you flowers and poetic handwritten notes

~  Loki is an extremely jealous person and every time he even sees someone look at you too long he pulls you in for a passionate kiss until he knows whoever was looking gets the point

~ Loki never lets you out of his sight because he knows there’s some serious people after him, and he doesn’t really trust anyone else to protect you like he would

~ After eight months of being together Loki takes you to Asgard to meet his parents. It’s when he sees the approval and excitement in his mother’s eyes that he knows it’s the right time to ask you to move in with him.

As An Established Couple Who Lives Together…

~ Your apartment is absolutely covered in bookshelves which are not only full of books (both Midgardian and Asgardian) but also little trinkets Loki has collected from all nine realms. 

~ Loki talks in his sleep. Sometimes it’s random things, but mostly he quotes really strange lines from poems and books. He once quoted the entire first act of Hamlet

~ Whenever he thinks you’re not looking Loki will “cheat” with his chores and just use magic

~  You two spend a lot of nights on your apartment roof, stargazing as Loki tells you stories about the history of Asgard and the other realms

~ You love getting to introduce Loki to new Midgardian things. The best thing so far has been when you went camping and introduced him to s’mores. Loki ended up freaking out so bad when his marshmellow caught on fire that he ended up freezing your entire fire

~ Loki has come home on more than a handful of occasions to find you using his cape as a blanket

~ Loki has a “hidden” stash of girl scout cookies. He hides them on the top shelf of his closet

~ It’s one of those nights after Loki has read you to sleep when he’s carding his fingers through your hair and he can feel the smile on his face when it hits him. He realizes how much you trust him as you look so happy and peaceful and vulnerable curled into his side without care of who he was or what he did to get here by your side and he feels a warmth in his chest he hasn’t felt in years.

Which Leads To…

~ Loki taking a secret trip to Asgard in order to ask Odin and Frigga if he can permanently borrow one of the many rings locked away in the royal vaults in order to make you his queen

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Hope you guys liked it!(:

Tips for Writing Spell Incantations

Keep it simple. I like to memorize my incantations. It just keeps the spell moving smoothly. So keep it simple, keep it short.

Rhyme. Rhyming helps me get in the witchy mindset. It just feels more like magic to me. It also helps with memorization. Some paths (Wicca, mostly) believe that rhyming binds a spell and increases its chances for a desirable result.

One word can be an incantation. Words can help focus a spell and direct its energy, but the magic itself comes from within you. Repeating one word or phrase over and over again is definitely a good way to approach spell work. For example, my general curse spell simply requires the repetition of the phrase, “Pain, Panic, Dread.”

Find a multi-purpose ending. I was raised Catholic, and while I’m no longer part of the faith, I definitely got into the mental habit of saying ‘Amen’ after a prayer, which to me signaled the end of my Important Communication with Higher Power. So when I started practicing witchcraft, I wanted something that would signal the end of a spell. While I don’t do this for every spell, I tend to end most of them with either, “Let it be done” or “So mote it be.” Note that the latter is a Wiccan phrase, not a general witchcraft phrase.

Find inspiration. Lyrics, poems, and lines from plays or book are all great places to look for words for spells. So if you’re not much of writer, don’t sweat it.

Incantations don’t need to be spoken. If you don’t want to speak, or if you can’t, you can think it or mouth the words. Or, if neither of those work for you, you can also write it down, or go a step further and turn your incantation into a sigil (though I don’t recommend this if you’re using other sigils in your spell).

BUT, if you do speak your incantation, play with your voice. I whisper or hiss for curses, I speak normally for other spells, I sing for glamours and love spells. The way you speak can influence your spell as a whole.

Be confident and comfortable. Whatever you end up saying during a spell, make sure that it is true to you and your craft and that you are comfortable saying it. This is your spell, and you should be proud of it :)

Kiss me
like
inside jokes and secret thoughts
and summer sunshine stroking skin.


I miss you,
all smiles and giggles and pink cheeks.


You
and
me
couldn’t
write love poetry.
You are not a supernova
but
you are enough.


You’d set my world alight,
in Primark pyjamas,
each and every thing is illuminated.
I want to taste you
and burn.


Touched you
that September night/October morning;
my stand-still heart
could burst. I think I’ll
self-sabotage
this time.
Your tongue
on my neck,
disguised as my salvation.
But you will discard me.


During the Autumn
without warning,
you say “I love you,
stupid!
From the very beginning.”
Just for a moment,
heart
in yours
singing and shouting,
there is nothing stronger.

—  collage // L.H
A thread to hold

Summary: Phil wanted a sensible life, a fireplace and a picket fence, and Dan was a wrecking ball he could simply no longer afford to keep around. But once you care for someone, it never really goes away, a constant thread between the two of them. Divorced!Phan with custody over a child. Angst and Fluff.

Word Count: 8.4k

Trigger Warnings: depression, panic attacks, alcohol, divorce

Author’s Note: Honestly this fic has been in the works for a very long time, it’s my child, and I wrote it during many different periods of my life which is why it flits between happy and sad, I’m sorry but I hope you enjoy it!

Excerpt: Phil opened the door, his hair stuck up just a little at the back, and one of his sleeves pushed up, the other falling over his hand. Fuck. The same sinking feeling in his stomach. Always the same. Because Phil was still breath-taking to him, despite the projected feelings and the ink stained tears that hid in the crevices of his face. He was still breath-taking. And not just because of his looks, of his gentle tilt of the head and his bright blue eyes which seemed to reach inside of him (you could go swimming in those eyes). But because it was him, because he was gentle and kind and warm and he was Phil.

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Seed lines. So many of you ask how I write, how the poems form, what my process is in this odd and overactive mushy swirly lump I call my brain. I say it every time, that all my poems come from a single line, a Seed Line, and the rest grows around it. So, tonight I am going to begin a series where I will randomly post Seed Lines from some of my Typewriter Series poems, the origin, so that you can see how the poem grew. Thought I would start with this one, Typewriter Series #1871’s seed line. Let me know if there are any poems you have wondered about, and I’ll add them to the list. I love ya.

I don’t care

if there’s a life after this.

I already found paradise

in the look in your eyes

right before your lips

connect with mine

and I’ve tasted heaven

on your tongue.

Nothing will ever

compare to that.


- Whitney

(1) Ignis’ Pick-up lines.

Ignis: Gladio, I told you to be careful and not sit on the sugar supplies again.
Gladio: But I didn’t?
Ignis: You’re lying. Look at that sweet ass.
Noctis: Ignis!
Prompto: But you didn’t really sit on the sugar, right, Gladio? I won’t want dessert if he did.