The Oracle A strong and noble woman was loved by the world. She granted succor to the star and brought man and god together. This was the trident of her line. It makes allies of the wielder’s holograms.
Let her be, someone she is, for once. Let her feel what freedom is like. For once, listen how beautifully she talks about the things fell in love with.
You will love her, for what she really is. Let her fly for once and she will the most majestic thing you have ever witnessed. Don’t strangle her with the chains of your judgment. For once, let her be, her.
if any of you love gargoyle geckos, go do yourself a favor and buy the “gargoyle geckos” book (by frank fast, phillipe de vosjoli, allen repashy). do it just so you can look at the pictures of Large Marge and join me in creating the Large Marge fanclub
When I fall in love I hope she reminds me of blueberries-
I hope she stains my way of thinking
Along with every part of me she touches
I hope she leaves my skin soaked in such a majestic violet
She makes the galaxies overflowing with shades of
Mauve, sunflower yellow, and ocean blues look bad.
I hope when she lies next to me
The rhythm of her breathing
Will remind me what it feels like to be reckless and free
I hope she evokes such a natural energy inside of me
That my insides become her canvas
And she gets lost in the art she’s created underneath my rib cage
I hope every time she talks I’ll forget what she looks like
Because in 20 years it’ll be her mind I fell for,
Not the way her nose crinkles when she smiles
Or the way her eyes light up when she’s happy
I hope that she stains my soul in a beautiful lilac
So I never forget how brilliantly we burned
If she doesn’t stick around