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King Midas and the Golden Touch

       Silenus [sie-LEEN-uhs] was the oldest and merriest follower of Bacchus [BAK-uhs], the Wine God. One fine day he wandered off from Bacchus's band of revelers into a land called Phrygia, where roses grow. Drunk on wine and roses, the old man fell asleep near the palace of King Midas [MY-duhs]. The country folk found him snoring away behind a rose bush. As a joke, they crowned him with a wreath of roses and led him to Midas's court. The King of Phrygia was a well-meaning, good-natured man, though not too bright. He received Silenus kindly, entertained him lavishly, and gave him food and new clothes. Then he led him back to the jolly band of Bacchus, where he belonged. Bacchus was so pleased to have merry Silenus back that he resolved to make Midas a gift. "You. have been so good to my old teacher and companion," he said. The gods don't forget. Ask for whatever you like, and you shall have it."

       Midas, who wasn't much given to thought, didn't have to think twice or even once. He was already rich, but why not be richer? "I wish," he said, "that everything I touch might turn to gold." Bacchus looked at him strangely. "You shall have your wish," he said, and he then went off to listen to Pan’s pipes. Midas returned to his palace full of delight. He touched a marble column as he passed, and it turned yellow. He touched twigs and stones, and they turned into gold, and they turned to gold. But he began to have doubts when he stroked his favorite dog and it froze into a cold, golden statue. The dinner gong sounded and he hurried to his dinner chamber, with care not to touch his courtiers and servants. He was hungry. The table was loaded with good food- muttons and barely bread, goat cheese and pitted ripe olives. Grapes shone in beautiful colors – crimson, purple, and amber. Sitting down at the head of the table  (his chair turned form ivory into gold), he plucked a luscious purple grape and popped it in his mouth. Oh horrors! It turned into a gold lump. In disgust he spat it out. He tried the soup — it turned to molten gold and burned his mouth. Likewise the bread, cheese—everything. He was stricken; at this rate he would starve to death. His courtiers, servants, and dinner guests were watching him curiously. Some of the more hardhearted were trying not to laugh.

        His little daughter Marigold, soft and sweet as an angel, ran up to him with compassion. "Oh dear father!" she cried, "Are you ill? What is the matter?" She embraced him lovingly, her warm arms around his neck. All at once she stiffened; her limbs grew hard. Her white linen tunic and peaches-and-cream complexion turned yellow. Her lovely hair did not change color—it had always shone like the rays of the rising sun. Little Marigold had turned into a golden statue! Midas was appalled. He called out to the god: "Bacchus, divine Bacchus, come take away this terrible gift!" At first the god did not hear him. He was far away in the vineyards listening to Pan's music. But he heard at last and came to the king. "Well, Midas," said he, kindly, yet a little sternly. "Do you still think gold the finest thing in the world?" The king replied humbly,"Never again, good Bacchus. Takeaway this golden curse and give me my Marigold!" What the gods give, they do not take back lightly. But Bacchus was too good-natured to pursue the punishment any further. Besides, he was still grateful to Midas for his kind treatment of Sitenus. So he said, "Go to the River Pactolus and wash." Midas did not hesitate. He ran out of his palace and plunged down the bank toward the river, everything his feet touched still turning to gold as he passed. He leaped into the river. As the waters washed over him he felt born again, free of the curse of gold and of his of greed for gold. He felt all his burdens drop away. His stiff golden tunic was soft white linen again; his belt and sandals were pliant leather once more. But the sandbars of the river where he washed away his sin  turned gold and remained so always.        

       A new man, he ran back to his palace art embraced his daughter. At first she remained cold, and hard to his touch. But in a few minutes she was no longer a statue but a warm, breathing, loving little girl, nestling in his arms.“Oh father, I had such a strange dream!”“Never mind, my pet, it’s all over now. Now let’s eat- I’m starved to death” The servants brought in more hot food, and Midas and his guests finished their meal. Never had food and drink tasted so good! When they had finished, Marigold took her father's hand and told him about some beautiful white flowers, anemones, she had found in the woods. Marigold said "Won't you come see them with me?" and he answered,"Of course, my dear." He walked with her to the flowery terraces of the green woods and found there greater joys than the gold bars and coins of his treasure house had ever offered.

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Love is a really big risk that I fear I can’t avoid.

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When a girl finally decides to tell you whats wrong

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Parents Secrets

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Take a look at all the fucks he’s not giving. Unbelievable.

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Just One of Those Nights

Sometimes you can go searching forever for a quote to give you advice, a song you can relate to, just something to make you feel like you're not the only one with these thoughts and emotions. Sometimes you come up with nothing because your feelings are too unique, your situation is rare and you don't know how to describe it. Sometimes it's just going to sit in your heart and stay there because you can't find a way to release these emotions. It's just one of those nights where you have to sleep with your unsettled mind...I hate these nights the most.

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Reblogging cause I can actually relate to this now 💙💙💙

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