sewn from the soul

BTS Greek Gods

Zeus - God of the Sky

Symbol: Eagle

Ruler of the Olympian gods. His weapon is a thunderbolt, which he hurls at those who displeased or defied him. Can create all natural phenomena related to the air and the sky, such as storms and intense darkness. At his command, mighty thunders would flash and lightning would roll, wreaking havoc, or the skies would open to rejuvenate the earth with life-giving water.

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I should have never thought about you the way I did. I should have never thought about how your eyes are like stars and how your smile is like the moon. I should have never thought of you as the brightness in my darkness, the warmth to my cold. I should have never let myself even imagine you to be special. But god damn it, you’re so special to me. So fucking special and I don’t know what to do.

I should have never thought of you as poetry. I should have never admired the words sewn within your skin and the wandering thoughts seeping from your soul. I should have never known you to be so different from everyone and so whole.

I should have never told you I love you. I should have never believed you when you told me you love me. Because boy, did I believe you. Your words and thoughts consumed my soul and no one and nothing will ever make me feel how you make me feel.

I should have never fallen in love.
The scent of your incense and cologne still resonates in my clothes and my mind, and continues to burn within my head.

I should have never fallen in love.
The feelings of your arms and your hands and your hair still stain my fingertips.

I should have never fallen in love.
The softness and comfort of your lips still lingers on mine, like poison that cannot be extracted.

I should have never fallen in love.
The connection of your soul with mine still persists, and your mind still leaves me in a trance with the incredible person that you are and will be forever.

I should have never fallen in love.

—  2.13.17 - from helpless to hopeless

“When people talk about a soul to me they what we call soul - the highest expression of ourselves is pure love. I don’t know care who you are, what your background is ,what you’ve done. I don’t care if your Henry Kissinger , George Bush I , or David Rockefeller  or the Queen of England or any of these guys who have manipulated the world and still are. At that level of yourself your pure love, everyone is, but you can become disconnected from that level and manifest in that disconnection anything but pure love.” - Unknown

*If anyone knows the source would be incredible*

(open to all)

Marinda stood in the corner of the room, watching Allyria flit around the room. Marinda made sure she was on alert, just in case her mistress found an unfortunate soul to take money from. She had sewn together her long green dress using scraps of fabric she’d found at the market, and her silver intricate mask sat on her small face, flowers weaved into her hair. She made her way around the room, not noticing as she bumped someone. “Oh dear! I do apologize.”