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(Part2) Adele's daddy didn't buy her way into a record company to get her first album recorded the way Scott did at Big Machine. She literally wouldn't be where she is today if she wasn't a rich girl to begin with cause she is NOT naturally talented enough to stand up against people like Adele or Beyoncé. Adele did it the old fashioned way- through raw talent and hard work without a daddy who bought a share of a record company. TS is lucky because she has a momager and a financial exec daddy.


12 Reasons Why Old Souls Have Such A Hard Time Finding Love

1. They have a strong sense of identity.

They know who they are, which means they also know – specifically – what they do and do not want in a partner, what works and what doesn’t. While this is fantastic in terms of being able to choose wisely, it ultimately diminishes their pool of prospects pretty significantly.

2. Left unchecked, their hyper-intuitiveness can wreck relationships.

Often prone to overthinking because of how deeply sensitive they are, their capacity to worry and make assumptions can break relationships that don’t have a perfectly strong foundation.

3. Many are in the throes of twin flame relationships.

They’re attached or are with people who are not their “forever” people, rather, intense connections they’re meant to learn, and rapidly expand, from.

4. They often have a greater purpose that must be attended to first – one that love would distract them from.

They usually have to accomplish quite a bit on their own before they find love – this is because old souls love deeply, and completely. To be given love too soon would keep them from the other important things they are here to do.

5. They will not settle for anything less than soulmate love.

They require a lot more than just a surface-level, “average” relationship. They absolutely will not settle, and sometimes, that means biting the bullet and being alone for longer than what’s “average” as well.

6. While many people can bring them passion, few can bring compatibility.

Because they feel so deeply and others find them so fascinating, it’s easy for them to find infatuation, but to be with someone who is truly their best friend, deepest confidant *and* lover is a challenge.

7. They’re less inclined to go out and meet people in modern ways.

Even if they have nothing against online dating, it doesn’t always come naturally for them, nor does finding a random hookup at a bar or being set up blindly seem appealing.

8. They’re natural healers, and often attract people who need help, not love.

And that attraction is reciprocated. There’s almost nothing that feels better to an old soul than being able to help someone who truly needs it. However, at some point in time, it’s crucial for them to realize that they have to choose a partner, not a student, or a charity case.

9. They dislike the “game.”

Dating is inherently exhausting to an older-spirited person. Feigning disinterest for the sake of looking “cool” or knowing which faux pas other people find off-putting (how long after the first date do you text again?) isn’t instinctive to them, and can stress them out more than they ever find it “fun.”

10. Their standards are sky-high.

They expect a lot from themselves, so likewise, they expect a lot from their partners. While this is a great thing, it’s another quality that has to be kept in check: it’s more important to be able to accept the qualities that aren’t deal-breakers than it is to just write a person off because they’re imperfect.

11. They have baggage.

People who developed their inner selves quickly did so for a reason: they had to cope, they had to grow, or they had to learn from some challenging experiences that life set up for them. While this is a great thing on its own, unresolved issues can often re-manifest in close relationships.

12. They feel fear as intensely as they feel love.

The degree to which they love something is proportionate to how much they fear losing it, or not being “good enough” for it. They don’t just love intensely, they feel everything else intensely, too, and sometimes, that gets in the way of the really good things in front of them.

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Old City, Jerusalem, June 22, 2016


Only death is real!

Demonic laughter your cremation,
Your lungs gasp for air but are filled with blood!
A sudden crack as I crushed your skull!

The remind of your life flashes by
A life that soon won’t be!
Smiling with axe in my hand
Evil’s rotten hand you’ll see!

I come forward!

I’ll send you to your maker!
I’ll send you to your death!

Death nicely crucified,
Death, heads on stakes!

The barbecue has just begun!

Crush! Crush!

When she is 5, she hears the word for the first time.

She’s still young, a child with two sisters who are playing in her mother’s fields.

“Love is all Aphrodite talks about.” Artemis says, mouth scrunched into a frown. “Such a nonsensical concept.” Athena says stretching beside her, “If I could be tempted to it, it would be for someone whose mind challenges my own, a storm in wit and in battles of war.”

Persephone tilts her head back, letting the sun brush gently down from her face to her toes.

“I’d do it for someone who has a hint of light in a mile of dark. Someone who is as cruel as he is just.”

Athena looks to Artemis and laughs lightly.

“Why you’ve described Death himself, gentle in his touch and cruel in his actions.”

Athena smiles and pats her head. “What a silly notion you have that death would fall in love with life.”

She’s 16, the first time she feels it. Love.

Hermes is lying beside her, long fingers that glide in circles at her shoulders. “You want so much.” He whispers. She nods. “I’m so hungry.” She leans in closer, “I could take bites out of the world, and I don’t think it would be enough.”

Hermes places light kisses down her neck. “You’ll have it. You’re going to have it all.”

She’s 20, the first time she notices his eyes on her. Love.

She doesn’t know why her gaze can’t be torn away from him. So odd. He seems as at home in the sun’s embrace as he does in the shadows he came from.

He beckons near her. Every step is power. Raw. Old. He’s seen the dawn and fall of many a world.

He can feel it, her lust for the smoke at his fingertips. Sweet little daisy crowned girl Goddess, they’ve underestimated you.

She’s two millennium old when she has it. Love.

“They’re going to write stories about us.” She says against his lips.

He laughs.

“Good. Let them know you weren’t just my wife. Let them know you were my Queen.”

L.H.Z // Maybe She wanted Darkness

so, when i was a kid, i absolutely loved jrpgs. and, as it tends to happen, i naturally gravitated towards the final fantasy series. i simply adored it.

the thing is, though: i never liked level grinding. ever. which is kind of ironic, considering that jrpg’s are famous for that, but, yeah. the final fantasy games were definitely more forgiving than, say, the dragon quest games, but still, i’ve always seen level grinding as repetitive and utterly boring, especially as a kid.

fortunately, i always played those games with my brother, who, in fact, actually likes level grinding and all that jazz. he always made a point in getting the most powerful secret items, defeat bonus bosses, reach the full potential of a character of his choice. so, i never had to worry much about that while playing, because i knew that my brother would back me up in the boring bits, since he liked that, and soon i would be able to return to the juicy stuff in peace.

except that when i started playing final fantasy 5, my brother had no interest in the game. at all. i still really wanted to play it, so i was left alone to do the boring stuff. but i was a lazy ass 8 year old, so i did the barest of the barest minimum, only just enough to get by the bosses. 

but more often than not, it was not enough. i would get my ass handed to me multiple times, but i still refused to grind and pulled desperate strategies out of my ass to win.

anyway, this is all to say that i reached the final boss of final fantasy 5 with a party all at level 25-30, much to my brother’s horror.

Church of the Holy Sepulcher, Old City, Jerusalem, June 22, 2016