I could endlessly write about what you do to me,
Make me blush life away,
Make a beautiful butterfly out of my heart,
A river that sings your name out of the torrent of my blood,
A sky full of stars out of the canvas of my eyes,
An impressionist painting out of my smile,
But that would be talking only the outer manifestations of all you are in me,
For at my core you are,
The purity of innocence that blossoms, so white, in my memory, a field of forget-me- nots filled with your blue,
The red flame of love that burns with the passionate intensity of an eternity the soul bespells,
You are the depth of golden wisdom that colors my mind and spirit and takes me to the higher planes of existence,
The ethereal joy of freedom in the heart that gives me wings and makes me fly,
A constellation of endless universes and dreams that swim in the sea that fills me.
e.v.e.
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‘Talent just defines what you do,’ he said. ‘It doesn’t define what you are. Deep down, I mean. When you know what you are, you can do anything.’
-- Terry Pratchett - Sourcery
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In case, good morning! Hope you have a great day 😘
You too, kind soul! xx
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Beer at the baseball game
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You are what you do, not what you say.
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blood “loss”? well it’s not lost. i know exactly where it went. right over there.
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the men and boys are innocent too.
we cry "the innocent women and children" to appeal to the masses, to try and force their sympathy, but the men and boys are innocent too.
I have seen sons crying out for their mothers, their fathers, their siblings. I have seen them break down at the loss of their families. I have seen them cling to their dead and grieve.
I have seen fathers cradle their dead children, seen them kiss their faces and hold their little hands. I have seen them faint with grief when asked to identify the dead. I have seen them carry their sons and daughters. I have seen them fasting to provide what little they can for their families.
I have seen men and boys digging through the rubble with just their bare hands, I have seen them comforting strangers, playing with children, rocking them, hushing them, even if the face of such imminent danger. I have seen them cry, seen them grieve, seen them break down into each other's arms, seen them be selfless, beyond selfless, becoming something I don't have a word for.
I have seen the men who are doctors refuse to leave their patients, even when they have no medicine or supplies to give them, even when they're threatened with bombings. I have seen fathers who have lost all their children pick orphans up into their arms and proclaim them their child so they are not alone. I have seen men and boys digging pets out of the rubble.
the men are innocent too. the men and boys are being hurt and killed too. the men and boys are grieving too. the men and boys are scared too. the men and boys are fighting to save their people too. the men and boys deserve to be fought for too.
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the 'what if you played it a little risky' post literally Changed my life but i cant fujkign find it in my blog because its. a tiktok screenshot
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