Sometimes, I just want to dance without looking like an idiot or at least feeling like I look like an idiot. Sometimes, I just want to scream without people thinking I’m crazy. Sometimes, I just want to fall in love over and over again without being afraid to get hurt. Sometimes, I just want to live, just live to the fullest…do things that are most important without having to worry about stupid things like money and vanity and judgmental people. 

And I can probably guess that I’m not alone, but if I’m not alone then why do I stand alone on my grounds. My hands are empty and bare, there’s no one beside me. I know I’m not the only one feeling these boundaries like a deadly red thread wrapped loosely around my neck; I can’t be the only one to fight for them. Bloody hell, I’m not half as courageous as some of the amazing bastards out there. Then why are there bruises on my feet as I search for these people. How long have I been walking….how much longer do I have to walk. When I stop and sit down but smile at companions who stand before me. When will I find proof of their existence?

He looked down, his blonde, nearly golden hair sparkling in tiny places as it reflected off the white unyielding ceiling lights. He looked down to the blue-grey table, his eyes wandering somewhere beyond the plastic surface beneath him. He knew that he’d do anything to stop whatever would take away his everything, be it right or wrong. He’d kill to protect his everything but he shouldn’t have to do all the wrong things intentionally, not when he was a part of the law, a part of justice. Legal justice that is, we all know what real justice is; it can only be served by us: the people. 

He looked down, avoiding the eyes of the man who explained his deepest fears yet his innermost intentions spreading virulently through him until his smile was an automatic mask; he’d forgotten where he placed his old one. Yet he remained broken, a broken torn man who’d long lost his family and claimed friends but not of his own. Not of his own…because you see, revenge is a funny thing. It’s like a cancer, it must spread through your entire body and seize your every breath for it to be full accomplished. It was poison but it was what he had chosen, but revenge can never cure the broken…ever.

He looked away, his face hanging with the coming of age though he was not old, not at all, and curled his fingers around the silver knob making his way out. He smiled at the prison guard, a plastered smile, his decision unchanged, his way dark and vile but it never changed. It never will.

She doesn’t really understand the meaning of love and the strength it may give you but I plan to show her the way. Though it’s dark but if it wasn’t then I really doubt the light would be as satisfying as it is now. The stone cold floor my bare feet walk on shudder as i walk yet i am just skin and bones so i do not know why they rattle. a few are missing along the way, i cannot blame them, who wants to tolerate the screams of prisoners and the blood etched walls that eliminate all possibilities of a future. In this place there is only now but cross the miles and miles of pain and torture and there lies the empty throne. No one has been able to cross this place accompanied. Many have tried to come with friends, with family but even through their selfish en devours  they somehow came to the throne bloody and clothes tattered. I’ve been there before, but I didn’t want to sit on the throne alone. So I want to take her there, though the path is frightening and filled with solitude, perhaps if I am by her side and I whispered lonely words of love and darkness she may feel the ghost of warmth on her shoulders. Perhaps…just perhaps, someday I can reach that throne but with her.

Someday….maybe, Someday…

She looked to the left, then to the right. One foot at a time, of course, she began crossing the road. Cars swerved and honks screamed, chaoes emerging. She smiled bitterly, because her objective was simple, it was achieved. At last, in a such a gray world filled with only darkness and light, two destinies collided.

“Why?!” I threw the vase aside in anger, ” Why couldn’t I be born with everything?! Why do I have to suffer while she gets all the glory!” Through frustration and anger and jealous and all the muddled up feelings that contrasted themselves my tears hit the ground like buckets of water. The voice around me shushed me gently and said:

So you could face pain

and suffer

and deserve the love

you seek for so badly 

at the end of it all.

At the end of it all,

it will be all worth 

the pain.

lickystickypickyme:

Real life Star Wars.

Laser Towards Milky Ways Center.

The color of the laser is precisely tuned to energize a layer of sodium atoms found in one of the upper layers of the atmosphere — one can recognize the familiar color of sodium street lamps in the color of the laser.

This layer of sodium atoms is thought to be a leftover from meteorites entering the Earth’s atmosphere. When excited by the light from the laser, the atoms start glowing, forming a small bright spot that can be used as an artificial reference star for the adaptive optics. Using this technique, astronomers can obtain sharper observations. For example, when looking towards the center of our Milky Way, researchers can better monitor the galactic core, where a central super massive black hole, surrounded by closely orbiting stars, is swallowing gas and dust.

Taken with a wide angle lens, this photo covers about 180° of the sky.

(via lickystickypickywe)

You know, sometimes it’s not even the distance that separates me from everyone that I love, or my secrets that I can’t share with the people I want to. It’s not that. Sometimes- it’s just how I wish that I could live up to them. That I wish I wouldn’t be Such a disappointment, or a figure you’d just look down on. I want to be the woman you see in slow motion when I laugh or have the camera flare when I turn to you. But to be that I’d have to stop thinking like this wouldn’t I? To become a strong, determined woman that anyone’d fall for— I’ll have to do the things I hate most to succeed right? I always thought that, sure I can struggle and work hard. But what is working hard and struggling? Hm? It’s different for everyone ain’t it? It’s their greatest weakness posed up in front of them and used against them. What’s my weakness? Can I break through? Can I become what I’ve always wanted to become? Can I make the stars glance at me with respect? Can I make the sun see me as a woman with passion and strength? Can I be…?

urhajos:

Cedric Rivrain

When they said that the incident would have ‘some effect’ on me, I thought it’d be long term. Things I wouldn’t have to face until later sometime in the future.  But the side effects hit me as soon as I went to school the next day. The sun was beating down on this little town, hard, and the things in front of me almost seemed like a mirage. I should’ve ran back the moment when I started feeling anxious about the melting road in front of me, I should have. But I didn’t, thinking that if I ran away right now then I would always runaway whenever I faced trouble.  So the road seemed as if it was melting and once my gaze lifted to the trees and buildings that were reacting in the same way I freaked out. The only element that can make other things melt is fire isn’t it? There didn’t have to be a visible fire for me to see it, the heat was still there. I fell to my knees and started screaming on the top of my lungs. “SAVE ME!!” I was crying in the process too. I could feel the heat was growing by the second. I grabbed both my arms and crouched into a small ball screaming on the top of my lungs, crying, and wailing. I was only after a good five minutes that my brother came and took me away. I willing crawled into his large and warm arms. Now that I look back on it, he was never really worried. He had a stone cold expression on his face. Was it because I embarrassed him? Was it because he was ashamed of me? After the incident the laughter that usually etched his face was completely wiped away. I never knew why, I never will.

But you were there weren’t you? All the way at the end of the park, you were watching me. I never told you this but I did catch you staring at me, and I liked it. Because it wasn’t a who-is-that-freak look? It wasn’t a crazy look, but you were staring hard at what you wanted. You wanted me.  There was also another strange emotion though in your eyes, one I couldn’t make out back then. Whatever was the case, you got what had come for, and I lost everything I ever owned. 

I slump on the bed, trying to come up with an idea for a prose. There’s nothing around me to spur inspiration. My laptop makes a strange, annoying sound as it slips down closer to my stomach, instead of hanging almost vertically on my legs. I want to write something, I know I do. Well, no not really, I want to read. 

The pleasure over powers my laughter as his fingers trace my stomach bringing about a small ticking sensation. I arch my back spurring his desire but he hides it well. 

I try writing a seductive prose, but once again my inspirations drains momentarily. I press my damn ‘n’ button on my keyboard trying to make it work but ennd up writinnnng like this. uRG!

He gracefully strides across the ballroom, and bends on one knee. At this point it almost seemed as if he was going to propose to her, but knowing his flamboyant yet fickle character I did not expect him to. He kisses her hand, and the fat cow -pardon my language- blushes.

I laugh on my own at the character calling the other mistress a fat cow. Oh jealous sure has it’s way around all of us.

 Within only a few moments he gets back up on his feet and leads her to the dance floor. She does not move for a moment but simply allows him to wrap his arm around her and clasp one of her hands with his other. She puts her hand on his shoulder. The conductor of the small, and quite remarkable orchestra taps his stick three times before beginning another piece. It was right before the dance had begun that Bartholomew looked at me. The smile he held was not of kindness, but sheer amusement and cockiness. His eyes glared at me for the few seconds that seemed like forever and literally said Be Jealous.  Oh I wanted to rip his hair out, scream on the top of my lungs, and yell, ” For Christ’s sake I am not jealous! You can go and dance with whichever whore you want to and I will not give a bloody rat’s ass!!” But of course, being the lady I am, I smile gracefully and walk away. 

I stop writing for a moment. Damn, I wrote a lot….so far. And I absolutely adore my main character, she’s so feisty! But I stop writing for a moment. I can’t think of an end right now, and besides even if I wrote one it’d be half-hearted and well…..pretty shitty. I guess I’ll just the rest to your imagination. May you take them to great lengths ‘till the time I have come up with a perfect ending.