“Torn by thorns in my head,
like a victim of violence
A call to repent
Denied by the spirits of heaven
Take me up again to the music of dawn
I was torn by storms in my head
Like a victim of pain
Born to regret
Still denied by the spirits of hell
A call to rebel, to the vision, still stand
Like a shadow…”
…after posting those comic panels… I had to post these lyrics, too.
Somebody please remind me that one day I need to explain exactly WHY these lines (from Kamelot’s song, Torn) affect me so deeply (again - I was brought to tears), and actually have exact, literal meaning for me.
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Would it be bad if, when in a very giddy mood, I greeted a friend who is very much spoken for with “Hello, handsome”?
Because I just about did that. XD;
(This particular friend probably wouldn’t have minded. And probably known I was giddy before I said another word. lD ……..then again, he DID say computers make things much harder for him, and I don’t know if he could detect things without physical presences or if that’s something I’m rather unique in…? Hmmmm…)
Source: FREE HUGS
Artist: ヒロ
I don’t know who these characters are, but this is adorable. >w<
I don’t know either, but between that hair, that smile, and the adorable-ness of this spontaneity and how considerate/adaptable each hug is, I’m pretty sure somebody accidentally drew Srentha. X3
As for writing, most people secretly believe they themselves have a book in them, which they would write if they could only find the time. And there’s some truth to this notion. A lot of people do have a book in them – that is, they have had an experience that other people might want to read about. But this is not the same thing as “being a writer.”
Or, to put it in a more sinister way: everyone can dig a hole in a cemetery, but not everyone is a grave-digger. The latter takes a good deal more stamina and persistence. It is also, because of the nature of the activity, a deeply symbolic role. As a grave-digger, you are not just a person who excavates. You carry upon your shoulders the weight of other people’s projections, of their fears and fantasies and anxieties and superstitions. You represent mortality, whether you like it or not. And so it is with any public role, including that of the Writer, capital W; but also as with any public role, the significance of that role – its emotional and symbolic content varies over time.
- Margaret Atwood, Negotiating With The Dead (via victoriousvocabulary)
Out Of Time
//the blog where I’ll be posting all further liveblogs and OOC posts that don’t involve Rani/this blog
WHOO~ ……it’s “not found” though. D8???
//that actually brings up an issue, cause I know I have a problem with OOC posts
so I’m gonna take a page out of a friend’s book and make a sideblog for my ooc posts
I’ll post a link once it’s up
…I find myself flattered that you like the idea enough to use it. :3 (Rp sideblog = MUCH easier to post OOC on while RPing than logging out and back into a personal. lD; )
Just be sure to let us know the URL~ X3
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