Centori gripped the flowers in her hand so tightly that it took the prick of the thorns to make her realize she was even doing so. The step into the grove was always the most difficult even though her trips had been more frequent.

With a heavy sigh she moved into the clearing that was surrounded by trees that sang their sorrowful song. The white stone sat in stark contrast- a reminder of what her life could have been. She stood there with lips held tight together, feeling as if the weight of the place was too much. The pale yellow roses were set down before she took a seat in front of the silent monolith. 

“Ann’da, Min’da… I’m not sure if you would have approved of having my body being marked but I thought it better then the collection of scars that I’ve acquired.” Cen lifted her skirt just enough so that her thigh showed, revealing a tattoo that looked like it had been painted on. 

“A friend of mine did this and I wanted to honor you both. I may not bear the last name of Starstriker any longer but now I can keep you close.” Her fingers moved over the stars in the tree, tracing them as she tried to keep herself composed. 

“I love you both and hope you like it.” Her words strained before the tears finally won out.

[ @andaerosdawnflare Thank you for the RP! It was a lot of fun and if anyone is looking for an IC tattoo artist, he is wonderful! @karidakdellanir and I really enjoyed ourselves! ]


gtkm: top 10 fav disney songs — tomorrow is another day [8/10]

til there is sun shine shining when we find the silver lining / come along / sing a song / when today becomes tomorrow / weather fine, joy or sorrow, sing a song / is it wrong? / to put our hopes together and wish for something better, is it wrong? / to belong / to face the future with another who means more than any other is to belong

Angel Island Poems

Fatima Al-Shemary

Professor Wong

BIS 208

One line that really struck me in the Angel Island Poems is “Looking at them, they are all pining at the delayed progress” (Xu, 198). The word “pining”  denotes wasting away and endlessly waiting for something. It makes me wonder what the poems hanging on the walls are waiting for. To be published? To be read? This reminds me of our class discussion about meritocracy as it seems that the poems are waiting to progress, waiting to be read, but only a few will be chosen. To me, the line, “they are all pining at the delayed progress” is an allegory for upward mobility. The poems are stuck on the walls and they can’t go anywhere unless someone decides to move them. The phrase “delayed progress” really struck me. Delay and progress are antonyms and the phrase pops out as an oxymoron. Delayed progress can mean a delay in getting a promotion, a delay in buying a home because of debt, a delay in any integral advancement in life. “Delayed progress” should be the motto of our generation.

I also found the line, “From ancient times, heroes often were the first ones to face adversity” (198) incredibly insightful. Referring to people who are the first to face adversity as heroes romanticizes their struggles in the same way that the AAISW Preamble romanticized the labor of the steel workers without going into specifics. It’s interesting to me that the writer doesn’t just say heroes are people who face adversity, heroes are the first ones to face adversity, the first ones to revolt, perhaps the first ones to pave the way for social justice. The word “adversity” is as loaded as the word “trouble” from the sorrow song we discussed. Both are very negative words that indicate injustice.

Coles, Nicholas and Janet Zandy. American Working-Class Literature. New York: Oxford University P, 2007. Print.

A bar from the Sorrow Songs

Of Our Spiritual Strivings
O water, voice of my heart, crying in the sand,
All night long crying with a mournful cry,
As I lie and listen, and cannot understand
The voice of my heart in my side or the voice of the sea,
O water, crying for rest, is it I, is it I?
All night long the water is crying to me.
Unresting water, there shall never be rest
Till the last moon droop and the last tide fail,
And the fire of the end begin to burn in the west;
And the heart shall be weary and wonder and cry like the
All life long crying without avail,
As the water all night long is crying to me.

        -Arthur Symon

I walk through the churchyard
To lay this body down;
I know moon-rise, I know star-rise;
I walk in the moonlight, I walk in the starlight;
I ’ll lie in the grave and stretch out my arms,
I ’ll go to judgment in the evening of the day,
And my soul and thy soul shall meet that day,
When I lay this body down.
—  I Know Moon-rise
POETRY is a pretty word

Plucking people from perilous battles

Opening eyes to what is and is not there

Enticing souls to dance in the perfect chaos

They discover deep within themselves

Running amidst everything orderly

Yielding to the silent sorrow-filled song of the spirit

you have come by way of sorrow: songs of doubt and faith

1. Friend of the Devil - Lyle Lovett  2. By Way of Sorrow - Greg Adkins  3. Crooked Soul - Ike Ndolo  4. Lonely Boy - The Black Keys  5. Streets of Philadelphia - Bruce Springsteen  6. Anthem - Leonard Cohen  7. Calling Out Your Name - Rich Mullins  8. We Are All Made Of Stars - Moby   9. Angry Young Man (live in Leningrad) - Billy Joel  10. Losing My Religion - REM  11. Under Pressure - David Bowie & Queen  12. Hold On You - Jeff Bridges  13. The Killing Moon - Echo & The Bunnymen  14. Hallelujah - Jeff Buckley  15. The Rising - Bruce Springsteen  16. I Am A Rock - Simon & Garfunkel  17. Shape of My Heart - Sting & Billy Joel  18. Bittersweet Symphony - The Verve

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I lie here under the black-violet blanket of a sky, feeling the slight throb from my right ankle, and enjoying the freeze of the three o’ clock wind.

I think of you.

I wonder if the sky above you has the same colors as mine.

I wonder if you see the same brilliance twinkling over me.

I wonder if I even cross your mind.

I just…wonder.

I wish I could tell you about the story of Perseus and Andromeda, how Orion tries to protect the three ladies from Scorpio, or how near Capricorn is to Aquarius.

I wish I could tell you how I enjoyed running against the highland chill.

I wish I could tell you how I sprained my ankle.

I wish…I wish.

It’s frustrating that we share the same sky yet the distance between us cannot be denied, the same way that I cannot deny that I love you but you are not mine.

And my heart breaks. My heart breaks for everything that I cannot share with you.

But I think, each heartbreak is a gift because with each heartbreak I hurt, and with hurt I mourn. I mourn for the person I once were, for the person that I have become, and for the person I love―I mourn for you, for me, for us. This heartbreak is a gift because I mourn, and with mourning there is grief. Grief reveals one’s self, and I think my grief revealed to me how you are the perfect person to do just that. You are the perfect person to break me.

I know there are a thousand different ways to get hurt; a thousand different reasons to break my heart. Out of all those, I chose you. I love you, and I chose you.  With that, I freely gave you the license to ruin me.

I do not know how much of myself this grief will reveal, but I do know that I would go through everything again―the same fear, the same dream, the same pain, the same hope―to be forever caged in those moments with you.

I would choose you again, including all the heartbreaks, to breathe the same air, to sit through the same blank spaces, and to share the same comfort of the continued silence. I would go through the same fire and ice just to speak to you, eyes closed, in a thousand silent ways possible.

Right now, everything is uncertain between us, but somehow it is comforting. The ambiguity blurs the two ends of our lines, and it promises an endless many different possibilities and impossibilities for you and me. It is the birth of an end, and the end of a birth. It is an unfathomable resolution for us―a silver lining so bright that I need to close my eyes, walk blind, and just feel.

And I pray to feel you on the other side…

To feel that I have ruined you, too.

— jpbrm, in ruins

@itai-doshin ➤【

        ❛ actually, chi, yeah. manager gave me the day off. it’s
been a while since she allowed me to celebrate valentine’s, so
i figured… i’d enjoy spending it with you.

        when had been the last time she did anything for the occasion? not
since grade school, where giving valentines to the whole class allowed for
little exclusion. though, yes, she received plenty from fans, and she loved
them, she did! but sachiko — chi, as thana affectionately dubbed her —
was the closest thing she could think of as a friend.

        ❛ a movie day sounds fantastic. i — i look forward to it!!


Killswitch Engage - The Arms Of Sorrow
by Julia Eff

“Wastelands has its bratty, acerbic punk rock moments and its tear-in-yer-beer sorrowful country song moments, and everything in between, and I loved every minute of it… The poems in Wastelands are about good love and bad sex, about S&M and punk and emo, about work and family and the great American landscape. They’re typewritten missives from the edges of life, and they’re fucking anthems.” –Rust Belt Jessie, of Reckless Chants zine

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“Going home
Without my sorrow
Going home
Sometime tomorrow
Going home
To where it’s better
Than before” - Leonard Cohen (“Going home”) - #bucharest #street #home #house #building #arhitect #arhitecture #stairs #door #bnwmood #bnw #bnw_captures #walk #leonardcohen #sorrow #tomorrow #afternoon #cool #mood #good #instagood #lyrics #songs #song

anonymous asked:

what's your favorite video game ost

…how dare you come into my house and ask me such a difficult question. This is uncalled for and unfair. Ugh.

I’m going to post a few of my favorite (and name my three favorite songs on the soundtrack) because I can’t pick just one.

Xenoblade Chronicles

Favorite songs:

  • You Will Know Our Names
  • Gaur Plains
  • Colony 9 (Night)

Final Fantasy IX

Favorite songs:

  • You Are Not Alone!
  • Ukulele de Chocobo
  • Crossing Those Hills

Persona 4

Favorite songs:

  • The Almighty
  • Your Affection
  • Smile (which, along with a bunch of other songs, isn’t in this video for some odd reason)

Nine Hours, Nine Persons, Nine Doors

Favorite songs:

  • Morphogenetic Sorrow
  • Recollection
  • Imaginary

Pokemon Gold/Silver/Crystal

Favorite songs:

  • New Bark Town
  • Azalea Town/Blackthorn City
  • vs Red/Lance

While Xenoblade and FF9 are truly my two favorite soundtracks, the other three are just some of my many other favorites. I can’t make a top 5, to be honest.