a spoonful of sugar

So I was just walking back home in the rain, looking down as I usually do, and suddenly this guy comes up to me and shelters me with an umbrella. I didn't need it but I have always wondered if anyone would ever do that. Never once have I seen someone try to overcome the awkwardness and try to do that. And it wasn't awkward at all. I waited 20+ years to see this. Thank you random dude ! And I gotta stop being that horrible hypocrite

Friendzoned

that sinking feeling the worst part is, i see them so damn often. And they are so damned nice to me. I cant even bring myself to psycho myself otherwise ( no there is no redundant phrasing there) it makes it so much harder. that ache that burns whenever anything related comes up. so dull yet so sharp. I dreamed a dream in time gone by When hope was high And life worth living I dreamed that love would never die I dreamed that God would be forgiving Then I was young and unafraid And dreams were made and used and wasted There was no ransom to be paid No song unsung, no wine untasted But the tigers come at night With their voices soft as thunder As they tear your hope apart As they turn your dream to shame He slept a summer by my side He filled my days with endless wonder He took my childhood in his stride But he was gone when autumn came And still I dream he'll come to me That we will live the years together But there are dreams that cannot be And there are storms we cannot weather I had a dream my life would be So different from this hell I'm living So different now from what it seemed Now life has killed the dream I dreamed _________________________________________ It really was a lonely september. and october

Stain the mind

the draw, the call, how much it sings out to you. tainted. every last bit of it. the backlash of the foul substance after release. until it's been cleansed with magic. neveer again. I write these words in steel that which can't be changed the sane curse as that Aztec gold. turning the most amazing thing in the world into ash on your lips remember it isn't rng it's will power. and will power has finally produce the dawn. the bringer of life and death =P remember the key to unlocking the prism is the wheel of time. it seems the dawn has come, may it rise with Alexia

The words of radiance

Its not your fault, i'd rather be like you. I'd rather not have lived the life i have. I would that the world was only full of people like you People who don't understand pain Oh all people understand pain, thats not what i'm talking about. It's.... The sorrow, of watching a life crumble? of struggling to grab it and old on, but feeling hope become stringy sinew and blood beneath your fingers as everything collapses? yes the sensation- it's not sorrow, but something deeper-- of being broken. of being crushed so often and so hatefully, that emotion becomes something you can only wish for. If only you could cry, because then you'd feel something. Instead you feel nothing, just... haze and smoke inside. like you're already dead The crushing guilt, of being powerless. Of wishing they'd hurt you instead of those around you. Of screaming and scrambling and hating as those you love are ruined, popped like a boil. And you have to watch their joy seeping away whole you can't do anyting. They break the ones you love, and not you. And you plead. Cant you beat me instead? Yes yes. i would be nice if nobody in the world knew of those things. I agree with everything i have. He saw it in her eyes. The anguish, the frustration. The terrible nothing that clawed inside and sought to smother her. She knew. It was there inside. She had been broken> Then she smiled. Oh storms. She smiled anyway. It was the single most beautiful thing he'd seen in his entire life How? Help's if you're crazy. __________________________ Those words of radiance. So brilliant and beautiful. Too bad adolin's timing and position is better TT In this, as in all things, our actions give us away, If an artist creates a work of powerful beauty- using new and innovative techniques- she will be lauded as a master, and will launch a new movement in aesthetics. Yet what if another, working independently were to make the same accomplishments the very next month? Would she find similar acclaim? No, she'd be called a derivative. Intellect, if a great thinker develops a new theory of mathematics, science or philosophy , we will name him wise. We will si at his feet and learn and will record his name in history for thousands upon thousands to revere. But what if another man determines e same theory on his own, then delays his publishing by a mere week? WIll he be remembered for his greatness? No. he will be forgotten. Invention. A woman builds a new design of great worth. she will be known as an innovater. But if someone with the same talent creates the same design a year later, not realising it has already been crafted, will she be rewarded for her creativity? No. She'll be called a copier and a forger. And so in the end, what must we determine. Is it the intellect of a genius that we revere? If it were their artistry , the beauty of their mind, would we not laud it regardless on whether we'd seen their product before? But we don't. given two works of artistic majesty, otherwise weighted equally, we will give greater acclaim to the one who did it first. It doesnt matter what you create. It matters what you create before anyone else. so its not the beauty itself we admire. Its not the force of intellect. It's not invention, aesthetics, or capacity itself. The greatest talent that we think a man can have? Seems to me that it must be nothing more than novelty. What is it we value? Innovation. Originality. Novelty. But most importantly.... timeliness, I fear you may be too late my confused unfortunate friend TT

being a kandra

And so here I am etching my words in steel, because words in the mind can be changed at a whim. It's of ruin that's for sure never again

My little dashie

ones just a babs seed , and the other is so knowledgable yet just plain oblivious i dont think i could cure the former, the latter needs 5 more years. Where, where can i find the Dashie of the stories. I answered it, dashie only exists in stories

Its all a matter of perspective

fuck all the conformations of this stupid society in the end its all in the fucking mind no matter how you look at it he's clearly smarter than me , so much smarter why did i do it fuck it all, really and thats why xmen is my favourite bunch of superheroes