August 2012
“A woman’s highest calling is to lead a man to his soul, so as to unite him with Source; her lowest calling is to seduce, separating man from soul and leave him aimlessly wandering. A man’s highest calling is to protect woman, so she is free to walk the earth unharmed. Man’s lowest calling is to ambush and force his way into the life of a woman.”
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— Cherokee Proverb ♥ (via theconcupiscentconcubine)
— Cherokee Proverb ♥ (via theconcupiscentconcubine)
“But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin.”
—Aldous Huxley, Brave New World (via moonchild9)
I didn’t help cook dinner,
my day couldn’t have been worse.
My laptop was in place of your spot on the couch
in the 30 seconds that you had to put your plate on the cluttered coffee table
the dog snatched it.
Then theres yelling, and its my fault and dinners ruined
you won’t eat my piece instead
“don’t fucking touch my food”
I’m not eating out of spite.
July 2012
“誰しもが幸福とばかりに
手を伸ばし闇に潜む鬼となる
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Everyone wants to reach out their hand and grab happiness,
But they just end up becoming the monster that lies deep in darkness.” —Vinushka; Dir en Grey (via ametsu)
手を伸ばし闇に潜む鬼となる
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Everyone wants to reach out their hand and grab happiness,
But they just end up becoming the monster that lies deep in darkness.” —Vinushka; Dir en Grey (via ametsu)
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When Hades decided he loved this girl
he built for her a duplicate of earth,
everything the same, down to the meadow,
but with a bed added.
Everything the same, including sunlight,
because it would be hard on a young girl
to go so quickly from bright light to utter darkness
Gradually, he thought, he’d introduce the night,
first as the shadows of fluttering leaves.
Then moon, then stars. Then no moon, no stars.
Let Persephone get used to it slowly.
In the end, he thought, she’d find it comforting.
A replica of earth
except there was love here.
Doesn’t everyone want love?
He waited many years,
building a world, watching
Persephone in the meadow.
Persephone, a smeller, a taster.
If you have one appetite, he thought,
you have them all.
Doesn’t everyone want to feel in the night
the beloved body, compass, polestar,
to hear the quiet breathing that says
I am alive, that means also
you are alive, because you hear me,
you are here with me. And when one turns,
the other turns—
That’s what he felt, the lord of darkness,
looking at the world he had
constructed for Persephone. It never crossed his mind
that there’d be no more smelling here,
certainly no more eating.
Guilt? Terror? The fear of love?
These things he couldn’t imagine;
no lover ever imagines them.
He dreams, he wonders what to call this place.
First he thinks: The New Hell. Then: The Garden.
In the end, he decides to name it
Persephone’s Girlhood.
A soft light rising above the level meadow,
behind the bed. He takes her in his arms.
He wants to say I love you, nothing can hurt you
but he thinks
this is a lie, so he says in the end
you’re dead, nothing can hurt you
which seems to him
a more promising beginning, more true.
