live in vivid

Love Of The Universe

Aries + Gemini: the young mind meets the young heart. Two eccentric, two energic souls falling for each other’s mind and self-acceptance. Aries is in love with the energy that radiates oh-so beautifully from Gemini’s voice, whereas Gemini admires the strong, unbeatable strength and power Aries was blessed with. Like one in a million. The child of passionate living meets the child of vivid thinking. Where Mercury meets Mars, there will wonders happen. May the light in you never extinct and the youth in your love never die. Aries is and Geminii knows. To the heart and the mind and a forever existing laughter.

Taurus + Cancer: “oh say, does pure affection still exist? Love made of sensibility and sensuality?”, Cancer asked her night time friend, the Moon. She laughed, knowing her naive, little heart, “Yes, my child, it does”, and she pointed to Venus her long time romance. Whenever a Taurus and a Cancer fall in love, there are roses blooming more beautifully than ever before. When beauty comes across the night sky, they stop to admire the elegance, the loveliness of it. For Venus, Moon is the most beautiful jewel they have ever seen. For there is no love blessed with so much sensual grace than this one. Your love is the stars.

Leo + Libra: where Apollo meets Aphrodite, the Gods play crazy. They shout “yes”, to the couple, and “yes”, to the love. Say, Apollo, has anyone ever admired you the way Aphrodite did? And say, Aphrodite, has anyone ever gave you a bigger heart to keep? Where justice meets generousness and pride selflessness, there will always be light and there will always be love. Leo will forever keep you warm if you, Libra, promise to be his. Give them love and admiration, and Leo will give you the world. But keep your word flaky butterfly, for are they sensitive beneath their golden mask. The king and the princess, growing to be queen.

Virgo + Pisces: innocence meets illusion and naivety dreams. Like birds caged up in mid summer, these two want to escape the harm of the world. Though Pisces is the twelfth and last sign of our circle, they symbolize not wisdom but more often youth. Has a wise person ever been a dreamer? Or a adult ever been able to flee into another world hidden within our pitiful selves? Virgo, the virgin, the pure manifestation of the Zodiac knows no bad. Though you can’t run from what does exist, you can always hide and blend out. Virgo knows that and is willing to teach Pisces. “I know how hard it is, still, we must get through this”, Virgo whispered, “and how?”, Pisces cried, “I will find a way“ and Pisces believes that. Here is the muse and the painter - the canvas and the color. Such harmony and happiness and never ending faith.

Scorpio + Capricorn: here is where we meet the dark and depth and mystery of love and life. Where the scorpion meets the sea-goat - half fish, half goat - the horned mermaid, there is a instant, almost sexual intensity. No one has ever understood the Scorpio as much as the Capricorn - no one has ever loved them like Capricorn. The scorpio, the phoenix, the spider - the mystery itself waiting to be revealed to the right person, the one. Where Pluto bumps into Saturn, there will be a heavy depth exposed to light of the stars - the two most mysterious, most dramatic jewels in our universe. Their love is undying, eternal, so dark and passionate wrapped in a black box, not passable for anyone but them. How can there be such sadness, but such hope at the same time? This love is the midnight rain and the midnight dusk. Keep your secrets and don’t tell anyone and I promise not even death will part you, as Saturn the father of time will hold onto the now, not the future and Pluto the master of destruction will keep the love alive.

Sagittarius + Aquarius: here is to the adventurer and the rebel. To the archer and the bearer. To the aiming and the knowing, to the question and the answer. Sagittarius, say has anyone ever been so blessed? How do you manage to be so lucky? The paths you follow radiate in golden light and the stars fall to your feet. Say, will you guide Aquarius through the happiness if they give you the answer to everything you ever asked? Will you gift them some luck and positivity if they keep you in their arms and on the ground? The Sagittarius will forever be fascinated by the bearer’s all-knowing nature. So quiet, yet so loud. Aquarius’ braveness and will is everything Sagittarius ever needed and aimed to be. You know who you are Aquarius, you know who you want to be - will you help Sagittarius find themselves? They have been on that road for too long, will you be their companion? Help them to tell apart right from wrong, and Sagittarius will give you a reason for why it is beautiful to questions sometimes, and let things be unknown.

Sonder


n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

bts as beautiful and rare words

jimin: mellifluous {english: having a rich, smooth flow; filled with honey}

hoseok: komorebi {japanese: the light that filters through the trees}

jungkook: meraki {greek: to do something with soul, creativity or love; leaving a piece of yourself in your creations}

taehyung: eumoirous {english: happiness derived from being honest and wholesome}

namjoon: sonder {english: the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own}

yoongi: nefelibata {portugese: "cloud-walker”; one who lives in the cloud of their own imagination or dreams, or one who does not abide by the precepts of society, literature, or art}

jin: syzygia {greek: an alignment of celestial bodies}

I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous-not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance…That pure chance could be so generous and so kind…That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time…That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful…The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.
— 

Ann Druyan

The signs as my favourite words

Aries:

Limerance -  A state of mind which results from a romantic attraction to another person

Taurus:

Serendipity -  The occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way

Gemini:

Syzygy -  The alignment or opposition of the celestial bodies

Cancer:  

 Aphelion -  The point in the orbit of a planet or other celestial body where it is farthest from the Sun.

Virgo:

Vellichor -  The strange wistfulness of used bookstores

Leo: 

Sonder -  The realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own

Libra: 

Iridescent -  showing luminous colours that seem to change when seen from different angles

Scorpio: 

Monachopsis -  The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place 

Sagittarius: 

Ephemeral - Lasting for a very short time 

Capricorn:

Ethereal -  extremely delicate and light in a way that seems not to be of this world.

Aquarius:

Rubatosis - The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat

Pisces:

Petrichor -  The earthy scent produced when rain falls on dry soil.

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witches around the globe → india
the witches of india are vivid, lively souls - full of colour and life. their strong hands weave tales of desire and power, their energy intoxicating, their stories of tragedy and rebirth. though the witches of india do not connect with one particular element, they can bend and manipulate any element that they wish to do their bidding.

When my husband died, because he was so famous and known for not being a believer, many people would come up to me– it still sometimes happens– and ask me if Carl changed at the end and converted to a belief in an afterlife. They also frequently ask me if I think I will see him again. Carl faced his death with unflagging courage and never sought refuge in illusions. The tragedy was that we knew we would never see each other again. I don’t ever expect to be reunited with Carl. But, the great thing is that when we were together, for nearly twenty years, we lived with a vivid appreciation of how brief and precious life is. We never trivialized the meaning of death by pretending it was anything other than a final parting. Every single moment that we were alive and we were together was miraculous– not miraculous in the sense of inexplicable or supernatural. We knew we were beneficiaries of chance. That pure chance could be so generous and so kind. That we could find each other, as Carl wrote so beautifully in Cosmos, you know, in the vastness of space and the immensity of time. That we could be together for twenty years. That is something which sustains me and it’s much more meaningful. The way he treated me and the way I treated him, the way we took care of each other and our family, while he lived. That is so much more important than the idea I will see him someday. I don’t think I’ll ever see Carl again. But I saw him. We saw each other. We found each other in the cosmos, and that was wonderful.
—  Ann Druyan
New York.

New York City is alive, and no one could dare to tell me otherwise. Its veins run  yellow with taxi cabs, its features dotted black and grey with buildings, skyscrapers, museums, coffee shops. Its cells are made up of people, people whose lives are just as vivid and real as yours and mine.

I believe each and everyone one of these people have one desire in common.

We don’t want to be forgotten.

We seek human validation.

To me, no song exemplifies this more than Keaton Henson’s “The Pugilist” off his album, Kindly Now.

It’s a bit of a slow burn for some, but I fall in love with it immediately. Like everything Henson writes, the lyrics resonate with me in some deep place I don’t quite understand myself.

Maybe it’s something you only understand a few times in your life.

Like when you stand on the top of the Empire State Building (how cliché) with those who mean the world to you and stare down at this living organism below you, bustling with heartbreak, with love, with hate, with kindness, with humanity.

You think of those you’ve forgotten.

You think of those you want to forget.

And you think of how truly damning it is to be forgotten.

No one deserves to be forgotten.

When Henson writes, “Don’t forget me” in a desperate cycle, he screams to all of us, don’t forget me. Don’t forget me. DON’T forget me. DON’T FORGET me. DON’T FORGET ME.

Don’t forget.

I still have art in me yet.

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0°F

Ash gray empty tree limbs
against a pale pastel sky
above the white blanket below,

The cold does not bite
it nuzzles it’s way under
scarf and hat and around my neck

I float in a pocket of warmth
that hugs me beneath my coat
assuring me there’s no true danger here

The night slowly unrolls itself
in a silent kiss to a still world
as I breathe in the cold and make it mine

Living is an act drawn vivid
into a fine knife line separation
between the world and the flesh that I am

Awareness of the fragility
glows like aurora in my mind
my frigid moment burning brightly

Here I am merely an animal
and I must pay my homage
to the grand power that is the natural world

Breathe in the cold
Exhale the warmth
Live

why in tghe living vivid hell would I put cloudmameda on my cc page first of all I dont know who that is and sec ond of all cloud what the efcuck

aries:
falling fast—
images blur into
smudges of colors 
void of meaning

taurus: 
a lullaby lulls 
you to sleep,
filling your mind
with soft clouds

gemini:
overheated machinery—
your body, overworked,
burning to make room for
spare thoughts 

cancer:
a careless stream hides
rocks slicked with water;
how careful you are to avoid them

leo:
blinding light keeps you
in the dark,
constantly fearing perceptions

virgo:
groggy eyes and shaky hands
bear witness to the trial
of which you’re both judge and defendant

libra:
awaken spring with 
wildflowers’ scent and
enjoy the lack of calamity

scorpio:
a metal tang haunts your tongue 
a phantom of past adrenaline 
and all the things you’ve done

sagittarius:
wisps of laughter
reach your ear like
bells that linger for years

capricorn:
grappling with the intangible,
you find infinity’s presence
embedded in finite things

aquarius:
pretend not to hear them,
their words must not propel you
in a force of opposition

pisces:
within your dreaming sleep,
you live a life too vivid, too rich
to ever replicate awake

—  sensory poetry for the signs // fauxastrology
Sonder

n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk. 

Pygmalion/My Fair Lady: Eliza Doolittle [ENFP]

UNOFFICIAL TYPING by mysterylover123 

Extroverted Intuition (Ne): Eliza is quick to spot possibilities and quick to get upset over them. She’s bored living her life on the streets and hopes for something better. She lives in a vivid world of imagination, where she dreams about how she’ll one day get revenge on Henry Higgins for treating her so badly - and yet she never focuses on a specific plot, or even does much to enact them. She’s quick to  change her mind, quite verbose and skilled with metaphors. Her worse moment in the story comes when she realizes she has no opportunity for her future now that she’s been trained as a great lady.

Introverted Feeling (Fi): “I’m a good girl, I am!” Eliza has strict principles that she tries to stick to at all times. She protests against bathing, thinking it immoral; she disdains looking for a husband to make money, remarking that she never sold herself as a flower girl, and she agrees to help Higgins with his bet not for the monetary gain but for personal friendship. She’s emotional and tends to make her choices based on how she feels.

Extroverted Thinking (Te): Eliza is organized enough to take over running Higgins household for him, without him or the staff even noticing. She keeps things in their proper place, makes sure Higgins gets tea or coffee in the morning, and organizes his papers. She’s very blunt with her opinions and not at all afraid to tell Higgins what she thinks of him.

Introverted Sensing (Si): She has nostalgia for her life on the streets, and wishes she could go back there. She chatters about her personal experiences at Ascot, including the death of her aunt. Eliza is willing to abandon her old life for a new one, and rarely bothers with explicit details.