Oh To Be Constantly Sharing Barbs With Your Sworn Enemy And Enjoying Getting Them Riled Up, Then Genuinely

Oh to be constantly sharing barbs with your sworn enemy and enjoying getting them riled up, then genuinely start caring about them as you learn more about each other and your arguments turn into banter which turns into flirting and thinking about kissing them against a wall and dancing in the rain and sharing hearfelt secrets until you realise one day that your are in love with them and then pining in agony as they now treat you as a friend while you watch them be with other people, making yourself content with just a fraction of their time, missing all this time that their gaze always comes back to you no matter what and that they are always supporting you and loving you without you knowing, to have a dramatic confrontation and an even more dramatic confession under the stars or in front of the setting sun or under the thundering rain sealed with a kiss, a love that bolsters and comforts and argues and defends, a love that is true and faithful and loyal, a love that heals, oh how wonderful it is to be a victim of love...

The feminine urge to be an utter menace to society✨💓

The Musings of an Insomniac

why is the night beautiful?

Is it because of the stars? that reflect the infinite galaxy

and tell countless stories- of passion, heartbreak and joy

Or is Diana to blame, riding her chariot

illuminating the unknown in silver

Maybe it’s the smoke that rises up from the electric monsters,

mingling with the wind, who is fidgeting for Ra to appear

Sometimes, the clouds deign us worthy of an appearance

swaying proudly against the inky backdrop

And there it is! the answer to our queries

it is Darkness which makes the night beautiful

allows for any sliver of light, however small, to shine through

gives space for sounds to blare and wind to howl

for minds to weep and hearts to ponder

unobtrusive, yet all-compassing

it comforts those who seek it out

and lulls its children away from consciousness

Then slowly, it dissipates, leaving promises behind

of assurance, of grace and gives up its form for the next day to break.

*During tlo*

Zeus: Every fiber of my being wants to puke at once when I say this, but I need your hehh... I need your heehhh...

Poseidon: my help?

Zeus: yes that

If I had a nickel for every time BTS were attending an American award show and tae and hobi were in the same car with tae looking like a vampire I'd have two nickels which isn't much but it's weird that it's happened twice🤔

it's him....... HE'S BACK . . . 😦