Technically It Was Just Rum But Tagging Is Complicated For Me.

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What a beautiful story to cry over.

Temples are built for gods. Knowing this a farmer builds a small temple to see what kind of god turns up.

And so I continue to follow my brothers teachings

Until my body gives up on me, I will get up again

When I fall, expect me to rise

If you want peace expect war and I may not be god but I am death's tool

The blood may pour, but you'll pour far more than me

And when the peace finally comes

Find me in a field of flowers

Relearn my name

Because they had lied to you

I was never the end

I'm the beginning

And beginnings are always so complicated

So, we'll start again from strangers to friends to enemies to strangers again.

But it'll repeat again, and I will follow it's path

The chaos to regrowth

I will remain, upon the field of flowers and graves

These are my memories, these are my names.

What's the price?

What must I do?

No, you don't understand

I must have a worth to be kept

Don't I?

Is my sacrifices, not the price?

Is my tomfoolery not enough for the cent?

Is my assistance sparse and irrelevant?

I have to beseech you to speak

For the person you did a deed for is the one meant to speak praise so I'll keep my head down till you sing

Forgive my racing heart and mind

I'm terrified

Please, I beg of thee

Do not abandon me

Tell me quick

What's the price to keep you near me?

For you to forgive and not flee me

For the harsh words to be more of a breeze

You tell me to do for myself

But I have debts to pay to you and seemingly everybody

Please don't throw me away

I know not how to be irreplaceable

I learned young I am

Please, don't give up on me

Don't toss me aside because I'm troublesome

I swear I'm worth my salt

So, what's the price?

Painting is poetry that is seen rather than felt, and poetry is painting that is felt rather than seen.

Leonardo da Vinci

A cool thing about writing is that the better you get at it, the more you're aware of what you want out of it, which means it gets harder, which means you actually feel like you're getting worse.

And by "cool thing," I mean "what the fuck, man"

– Sam Sykes

Kaidan: Okay, so this should be pretty simple. Repeat after me; don’t kill people.

Miraak: Put them in a cage.

Kaidan: …Let’s try again. Don’t kill people.

Miraak: Stalk them first.

Kaidan: Not quite what I’m saying.

Miraak: Sounds exactly the same to me.

Kaidan: Does it?

Miraak: Yeah.

Kaidan: Okay… okay. Let’s try again.

Miraak: Got it.

Kaidan: Don’t.

Miraak: Don’t.

Kaidan: Kill.

Miraak: Kill.

Kaidan: People.

Miraak: People.

Kaidan: Yeah, that’s great. That’s it. That’s good. Now faster; don’t kill people.

Miraak: She brought it on herself.

Kaidan: This is too hard. I can’t-I can’t teach you.

I think the most heart-wrenching thing. Is to cry and scream and have no one just hold you. No, you must carry this weight, this pain. Scream if you must; let the gods hear your pain; let the earth feel your tears. Mourn. Because you're burning for the flame that just went out.

If you see this you’re legally obligated to reblog and tag with the book you’re currently reading

I just accidentally made un-tea?????

I made green tea, but I forgot there was an old bag of chai in the kettle, so I mixed chai water with decaf green tea, then I mixed in like a half table spoon or something of that honey from the dollar store that they aren't legally allowed to call honey because there's too much corn syrup in it and some almond milk and a single drop of coffee creamer because we ran out and???? It tastes like??? Nothing????

It has LESS flavor than my tap water! HOW do you EVEN-

I think I made a flavor that's only perceptible to shrimp, that's the only explanation