Seven times her heart, her soul, is pierced. Seven times over, her Son flicks His wrists.
Conversational dialogue, storytelling, sharing, humming and song in solidarity, hugs and tears and dripping stars. Someone, a figure, catches my gaze, standing at the world’s edge, watching, waiting, steadied.
Lance Tymera of Ladenflight has been on my mind recently.
Red and white, white and red Laid in triangles on my bed Don’t leave, don’t you leave just yet I can pretend, I can pretend You should be gone, but you’re still here This is the hardest nightmare You’re a terror adorned in white Trying to resist you with all my might I can pretend, […]
The thing about loving yourself before loving someone else, is that that’s part of the equation. The other part is that relationship teaches you things about yourself that you wouldn’t normally learn on your own. A human being is not an island, you aren’t supposed to live in isolation. Now there are examples of those […]