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People adored the light,

Termed it as hope and life

Meanwhile the darkness,

Awaited at your door peacfully

She wasn't like how society describe

She brought you comfort,

She brought you life, you couldn't feel in light

Everytime you looked at her

You felt threatened by,

How lonely this eternal thing is

She wanted to be loved and looked at,

As much as you wanted

Hope isn't always happiness

Somtimes, it's just two things

having the same ache

Warriors aren't always the one who dies 4 country

Sometimes, they are just one

Who won the battle within themself

- chaos dreamer

Imagine dating me🥰🥰, it won't happen but just imagine😭😭

“Day that’s become deeper, my shadow that’s become longer. Far over there, the sun's becoming darker, maybe I'm struggling through the darkness that's becoming thicker. Am I trapped in this place?”

-Jin (yours)

People here are not sane because I'll talk about a guy who had brown eyes, and is “Best of men. Best of the Myrmidons.” who wore his boyfriend's clothes which didn't ended well and people here will start crying and screaming about the page number where this happened

Someone:- you're so cool

Me:- ofcourse I'm GOD

Also me:- *goes and cries in corner over a fictional character*

can't believe I'm romaning around being so cool and unhinged but I still haven't "bewitched someone's body and soul"

I don't trust people who dont scream "LOVING HIM WAS RED" "FORGETTING HIM WAS LIKE TRYING TO KNOW SOMEBODY YOU NEVER MET"

I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE WHEN YOU WALKED IN

And my enemies to lover mind LOVES IT WHEN TAYLOR SAYS "YOU LOOKS LIKE A BAD NEWS I GOTTA HAVE YOU"

But time moves faster, replaying your laughter, disaster

"Whether you're alive or dead, life is all about parting, you have to say goodbye, to meet again"

-hi, bye mama

3rd of December but still no sweater

Francisco Goya (1812-1819) The Madhouses

Lucifer Morningstar

Lucifer Morningstar, the Devil, they call

from the grace of God, did he fall

or so they say, don’t know whether the story’s true or not

many scholars, writers and poets haven’t forgot

for he’s interpreted in many art, literature or stories of glory and shame

or a Faustus contract set for a sealed path to fame

they called the Devil the father of lies

but for someone whose sin is meant to be pride, lying wouldn’t be so wise

from the New Testament to Milton’s Paradise Lost

the devil’s been portrayed but at what cost?

for he’s supposed to be evil and a sinner

how many consider him to be the winner?

yes, it’s true he lead a rebellion in his arrogance

dismissing his loyalty and his elegance

but it was a mistake he probably realised ages ago

how many consider him to be a foe?

he’s the one who dwells with the damned souls

every soul full of misery and guilt he punishes and consoles

i have never met the devil, nor have you

wouldn’t know what he is like or have a clue

but for what i have perceived, he’s just a wayward son, with mischief under his sleeve

just a fallen angel waiting to be redeemed

the one who fell and the one who’ll rise

Lucifer Morningstar, the Lightbringer, touching the skies

-Karmanbir Singh Chauhan

-- excerpt from ‘Autonomy,’ a poem by Wisława Szymborska.

I thought it will be easier the second time, for the first time I was worse than dead. I wonder if I am weaker than before, or life perceives me strong enough to take it's hit again. How do people prepare for it? Is there a crash course? Or heavens feel the sadistic pleasure in hitting us with the harsh reality of life, and then taking the credit of our enhanced endurance. Should I believe in the power of God and take his blows as blessings? Or? Do I even have another option?

BLOWS OR BLESSINGS?

There is nothing like absolute acceptance. When people look at us, get to know us, they classify all our goods and bads. Accept the goods, and suggest us to rectify our bads, in case of friends and spite us for those bads, in case of enemies. But that is where it stops making sense. Genuine care lies in atleast attempted absolute acceptance. We love someone for everything they bring themselves with. All the roses and thorns. And if we love them dearly, we ask them not to prick with their thorns, instead of totally abandoning them. The small but subtle difference is what constitutes truthful and compassionate association.

I do not know if it counts -outside of tumblr- the mental struggle that I face everyday. The constant fight between the force to race and the force to live. I am not able to do these two simultaneously- race and live. Does this make me weaker than the rest? Or everyone has their own personal battlefields where they put up a strong face while crumpling within.

They said I won't fit here being the person I am. I decided to change things. Now I own a corner where I not only fit, but happily live.