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『 hiatus 』

This news is something that was probably expected, and i’m sorry it has ended this way! I’m am sad to inform to you that this blog will now pretty much be barren and devoid of any new content. Feel free to unfollow!

Lady L has slowly become a lot more busy with her life, and doesn’t really find content to put on this blog anymore. I on the other hand, don’t feel like i’m a part of this place, and don’t feel as homely as i used to. There’s probably no one who cares about this, but we’d just like to put an end to things.

Will we return? Perhaps. Just not in a while. 

I will be continuing to write on a different blog, @matcha-chai . If you’d still like to keep in touch, please contact me there!

tagging supportive people: @kaavijournals, @hazelandsunshine, @47crayons, @writing-is-a-martial-art, @the-writing-avocado, @shinesundark, @artbyeloquent, @lexiklecksi, @croctears @prasannawrites, @aboutmybones, @deadwhisper, @kazenokaori, @dandelion-tea, @kabiraaa, @it-is-what-it-it-iss @writingforevren

thank you so much, all of you, for always being so supportive! i hope good luck for all of you <3333

[opes-magnas]

『 hiatus 』

This news is something that was probably expected, and i’m sorry it has ended this way! I’m am sad to inform to you that this blog will now pretty much be barren and devoid of any new content. Feel free to unfollow!

Lady L has slowly become a lot more busy with her life, and doesn’t really find content to put on this blog anymore. I on the other hand, don’t feel like i’m a part of this place, and don’t feel as homely as i used to. There’s probably no one who cares about this, but we’d just like to put an end to things.

Will we return? Perhaps. Just not in a while. 

I will be continuing to write on a different blog, @matcha-chai . If you’d still like to keep in touch, please contact me there!

tagging supportive people: @kaavijournals, @hazelandsunshine, @47crayons, @writing-is-a-martial-art, @the-writing-avocado, @shinesundark, @artbyeloquent, @lexiklecksi, @croctears @prasannawrites, @aboutmybones, @deadwhisper, @kazenokaori, @dandelion-tea, @kabiraaa, @it-is-what-it-it-iss @writingforevren

thank you so much, all of you, for always being so supportive! i hope good luck for all of you <3333

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Realised our first anniversary on this blog passed a few days ago

#lmao no one's gonna read this #calypso.txt

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hello I've returned from the void for two seconds to say that I am now watching bungou stray dogs goodbye <3

#calypso.txt

[opes-magnas]

『 hiatus 』

This news is something that was probably expected, and i’m sorry it has ended this way! I’m am sad to inform to you that this blog will now pretty much be barren and devoid of any new content. Feel free to unfollow!

Lady L has slowly become a lot more busy with her life, and doesn’t really find content to put on this blog anymore. I on the other hand, don’t feel like i’m a part of this place, and don’t feel as homely as i used to. There’s probably no one who cares about this, but we’d just like to put an end to things.

Will we return? Perhaps. Just not in a while. 

I will be continuing to write on a different blog, @matcha-chai . If you’d still like to keep in touch, please contact me there!

tagging supportive people: @kaavijournals, @hazelandsunshine, @47crayons, @writing-is-a-martial-art, @the-writing-avocado, @shinesundark, @artbyeloquent, @lexiklecksi, @croctears @prasannawrites, @aboutmybones, @deadwhisper, @kazenokaori, @dandelion-tea, @kabiraaa, @it-is-what-it-it-iss @writingforevren

thank you so much, all of you, for always being so supportive! i hope good luck for all of you <3333

#came here to rb this! #i hope everyone is doing well! #we will still be mia for a while skdjjd #i am trying to put out content on my writeblr too #but it's been quite busy these days #have a nice day everyone! #calypso.txt #it's been a v long time since i called myself calypso skdhd

[opes-magnas]

『 hiatus 』

This news is something that was probably expected, and i’m sorry it has ended this way! I’m am sad to inform to you that this blog will now pretty much be barren and devoid of any new content. Feel free to unfollow!

Lady L has slowly become a lot more busy with her life, and doesn’t really find content to put on this blog anymore. I on the other hand, don’t feel like i’m a part of this place, and don’t feel as homely as i used to. There’s probably no one who cares about this, but we’d just like to put an end to things.

Will we return? Perhaps. Just not in a while. 

I will be continuing to write on a different blog, @matcha-chai . If you’d still like to keep in touch, please contact me there!

tagging supportive people: @kaavijournals, @hazelandsunshine, @47crayons, @writing-is-a-martial-art, @the-writing-avocado, @shinesundark, @artbyeloquent, @lexiklecksi, @croctears @prasannawrites, @aboutmybones, @deadwhisper, @kazenokaori, @dandelion-tea, @kabiraaa, @it-is-what-it-it-iss @writingforevren

thank you so much, all of you, for always being so supportive! i hope good luck for all of you <3333

#calypso.txt #will rb this a bunch of time i guess #thank you everyone <3

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I always left hyacinths

the sun god's flower

a symbol of Apollo;

peace, commitment and beauty

but power and pride too

it represents happiness and love

in cultures sent from the skies above

-

a hyacinth is all I left

different colours each time

who knew I'd say sorry today

when it was just yesterday that I called you mine

-

pink and red hyacinths

for when we met

you asked me if was playing

as their meaning said

my answer was a kiss in the rain

we giggled letting go of our past, our old pain

-

the seasons changed

so did the hyacinths I left

now blue

maybe symbolizing a hearts theft?

but you knew it was my sincerity

you knew I considered you no less than a deity

-

people we knew and loved came back

and I filled your vase with a yellow stack

holding my hand, caressing my cheek

you laughed at me pouting

as you promised to never leave

-

when you lost, your beloveds

i replaced my love with white

pray and comfort was all I could offer

though I missed you being bright

-

one day I left no flowers

and came home to an anxious you

though the seasons had changed one again

i was the one this time to bring you pain

once the vase was empty

we found excuses

no words exchanged

just hollow now as if covered in bruises

-

said hyacinths are beautiful

and now I leave none behind

what is our relationship?

it's as if none of us mind

you never bought it up

neither did I

what our relationship was

a hyacinth couldn't cry

since I stopped leaving them

since I stopped trying

the distance grew

as if it were a weed between our hyacinth

we were stuck in a labyrinth

-

as my path in this maze stopped

i stumbled upon hyacinths

and to my knees I dropped

it was a purple garden

our regret

an apology

eyes now storm filled wet

i gathered my sentiment

the last of my feelings

a print on wet cement

coloured lilac and purple

i left no comment

-

but that was enough

the purple hyacinth I left

enough words to convey

what we had felt

it was natural

to lose each other

we weren't hurt

just not meant to be together

-

maybe I'm

leaving you a purple hyacinth

for I am a coward

leaving you a purple hyacinth

for I cannot keep my word

or maybe

it's because I'm brave

brave enough to end this

otherwise everything would be amiss

-

i hope you did not cry

i hope you did not miss

though the beautiful moments make me sigh

though the end must be this.

-

i always left hyacinths

to convey love, jealousy now pain

but I hope you don't hate its beauty

for then our love would be in vain

it started with pink

it ended with lilac

it did not need ink

it was never black

it was gone within a blink

it shall never come back

because

with a hyacinth that I left

we returned the heart's theft.

.

.

Symbolism. The hyacinth is the flower of the sun god Apollo and is a symbol of peace, commitment and beauty, but also of power and pride. The hyacinth is often found in Christian churches as a symbol of happiness and love. Pink Hyacinth meaning: Play. Purple Hyacinth meaning: Sorrow, I am sorry. Please forgive me. Red Hyacinth meaning: Play. White Hyacinth meaning: I'll pray for you. Blue hyacinth expresses sincerity and Yellow jealousy.

inspired by my besties url @hyacinths-on-my-grave <3

tagging moots: @kingbobius @gayslytherin @vpow @friiday-thirteenth @theendisnear-buygold @star-dust-2317@lostintheskysworld @lostinmymindpalace-m @justadreamyhufflepuff @cirishere@midnightstorm-underthe-moon @floralbeast @johermione @the-girl-who-cried-wolf

[opes-magnas]

you’re going to love again, find a job again, create art again, do what you love again, feel powerful again. you’re going to be back on track. i don’t know when, but you are going to feel like yourself again, eventually. this isn’t the end. hang in there.

[opes-magnas]

『 as lonely as time can get. 』

It’s finally here!! I’m a terribly slow writer, and am really thankful to all those who waited for this! Hopefully you enjoy. Thank you so much to @hamjjy, @kaavijournals and Lady L for beta reading this, you guys are the best!

Listen to this playlist here for the best experience!

tw: cursing, body sensitivity, very subtle idea of anxiety and toxic relationships are portrayed.

~calypso <3

I. the moon can’t shine on her own.

She looks serene tonight - high up in the night sky, not a single star to accompany her. Does the moon feel lonely like that? Does she ever need a warm hug? Perhaps she gets one from the sun, and he accompanies her all time. Does the sun shine for her? So that the world can see her beauty? Perhaps so. When she can’t see him, she turns bloody red; she seems disturbed. Hurt. Lost. Her fury always frightened the humans. It made them shiver inside their homes, praying to see the familiar ball of light rise from the east to calm her down. Perhaps it is better if they could only see her beauty. But does that mean the sun shines, not to show her beauty, but to protect the humans from her true self? Perhaps so.

The sun and the moon are a pair. And they will continue to be.

As long as the moon can’t shine on her own.

Let’s stop thinking, Luna.

The moon seems lonely.

I look up at the clock. A red, metallic light tells me its 3:48 am, 3rd April. Great, now I can have four shots of espresso for breakfast. Thank you, oh great mind, for deciding that we needed to have that conversation earlier. I sit up on the bed and rub my eyes. The curtain flutters from the soft wind blowing in through the window. Cicadas fill up the silence as I look at the full moon illuminating my room another time. Oh, how I hate the moon. What a hypocrite. I look away, and my eyes find the pile of open textbooks and spark notes I abandoned. A small smile creeps up my face. At least I’ll ace that History test tomorrow. I could imagine the Boba Tea reward from Leo in my hands already. Leo. The annoying kid next door who’s been stuck with me since I was five. Don’t worry, though. I don’t like him. Not anymore. He made it extremely clear that I was ‘a size too big’ for him. Then why do I still hang out with him? Short answer - I beat him up, he apologized. I shall offer no elaboration. Still, a lump forms in my throat. And maybe because he wasn’t completely wrong.

I get up to go grab a glass of water. Mochi is lying in her bed in the hallway. This is the first time she didn’t stir awake when I thumped across the room. The poor fluffball of a cat is probably very tired from the bath I forced her into in the evening.

You need to lose a few pounds anyways, Luna. Get rid of those love handles. Maybe some fat on your back too. That’ll make people find you more approachable.

It isn’t toxic if it’s true, right?

That night, I decide that my glass is half-empty rather than full, and go back to bed. Suddenly, Mochi wakes up and runs into my room. She snuggles in and throws her paws on my hair like it’s her property. I choose to oblige the demon for today.

The last thing I see before sleep lures me is the clock gleaming '3:59 am’.

Keep reading

#boost!!!

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Me observing the 1d anniversary from afar making sure none of you leave out Zayn

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#aes

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As a library worker, there’s something I want to say to you.

You do not have to apologize for the books you choose to read.

At all.  To anyone.  You owe nobody any explanations; you need no excuse or “good reason” to be reading the book.

You do not have to be ashamed for wanting to read “bad” books.  You wanna read Twilight?  We got Twilight.  Need a banal, cookie-cutter-plot mystery or thriller?  Those are always fun.  Our regulars check them out by the towering stack.  Ask Betty for recommendations; she’s read them all.  50 Shades of Oh Fucking No?  We’ve got it, we even got it in large print.  Have fun.  Check out the rest of our porn too.  Oh, and the sex manuals are a MUST if you want to “experiment” yourself.  Don’t be afraid to ask; they’re here for a reason.

Want to read a book written by a huge asshole everyone hates and agree was a monster?  Yeah, we have those.  No, we don’t think you’re an asshole for wanting to know what was actually written in there, or judging things for yourself.

You are not too old for Diary of a Wimpy Kid, The Babysitter’s Club, or Captain Underpants.  You are not too young for Sherlock Holmes.  There’s nothing wrong with a boy reading The Princess Academy or Sweet Valley High.  There’s nothing wrong with a girl being into The Hardy Boys or Artemis Fowl instead.

You do not have to pull the shame face and offer me an excuse when you check out your books.  I don’t care if I got so angry at that book I threw it against a wall when I read it: you have the right to read it, and enjoy it if it’s enjoyable for you.  THAT’S WHY THE LIBRARY HAS IT IN THE FIRST PLACE.  If we only stocked pure, unproblematic literature everyone approved of, by authors of unquestionable virtue, we wouldn’t have any books at all.  Or music.  Or movies.  It would be utterly fucking boring.  And it certainly wouldn’t be a library.

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oh my,, this is very interesting!! 

what are possible reasons to be afraid of the dark?

#even worse if the shapes come closer to you/touch you #let's not get to whispering #thank you!!

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what are possible reasons to be afraid of the dark?

#omitting some cliche ones tho #writers #writeblr #writing help