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[wordsintheattic]

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— Franz Kafka

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[dragons4thesoul]

You/In me

You are the still - in me,

my calm,

my place

of peace.

My greys and browns and startling whites.

Pounding

heart and mind.

You envelop it all

I think of carving you out of my flesh,

But the wounds.

Too deep to heal,

too deep to forget.

So I give my life to a dream,

My soul

to your God.

And await your sweet whispers.

By Dragons4thesoul

[siaguleria]

Moment of Truth 🍁

- Lang Leav

[inspirationalangelsmiraclesmore]

ANGELBABY SueQuinones

[techtow]

The Magic of Words and Quotes: Navigating Love, Beauty, and Wisdom.

Introduction:

Step into a world where #words, #quotes, and #books become the companions in our journey through the intricacies of love, the allure of beauty, and the pursuit of wisdom. From the enchanting vibes of "dark academia" to the warmth of "light academia," let's explore the simplicity and richness that these elements bring to our lives in a language that resonates with every reader.

Quotes: Sparks of Wisdom

In the realm of wisdom, #quotes stand as sparks that ignite our understanding of life's complexities. "Book quotes," especially, offer bite-sized pieces of insight that encapsulate the essence of stories. From tales of love to the profound beauty of existence, these quotes serve as doorways to contemplation, offering moments of reflection that are both simple and profound.

Aesthetic Journeys: Dark, Light, and Chaos

Discover the beauty of intellectual exploration with aesthetics like "dark academia," which brings forth a mysterious and contemplative vibe. On the flip side, "light academia" bathes us in the joy of knowledge and learning. For those who find beauty in chaos, "chaos academia" celebrates the unconventional and unexpected, offering diverse perspectives that resonate with a wide audience.

Books and Libraries: Portals to Imagination

Explore the timeless enchantment of #booksandlibraries, where every page tells a story and every shelf holds a world waiting to be discovered. Vintage leather-bound tomes or modern paperbacks, these spaces serve as portals to realms that spark motivation, inspiration, and moments of escape. In the quiet corners of libraries, minds find solace and imagination takes flight.

Empowering Words: Feminism, Mental Health, and Positivity

In the realm of words, some serve as catalysts for positive change and empowerment. "Feminism" finds its voice in words that challenge norms and advocate for equality. Discussions about "#mentalhealth" are enriched by compassionate words that break stigmas and foster understanding. Amid life's challenges, quotes of "#positivity" become beacons of hope, inspiring resilience and optimism.

Conclusion:

As we navigate life's tapestry, let's cherish the simplicity and magic of #words, #quotes, and #books. From the gentle whispers of love to the intellectual allure of academia aesthetics, each element contributes to a rich narrative that speaks to the human experience. In this enchanting world of language, let's embrace the wisdom of quotes, the timeless allure of books, and the empowering messages that echo in our hearts. After all, within the simplicity of these elements lies a universal language that connects us all.

[hellogoodbye14]

Separation Anxiety - Domestic Feysand+Nyx (Small One Shot)

Rhys felt a tiny hand smack him on his face twice.

“Da da…”

Tap tap

“da da..”

Tap

The third time he made a quick grab and pretended to munch on the hand. A squeal followed.

He opened his eyes to see his five year old son lean over him. He hugged him close and whispered into his soft dark hair.

“What’s up buddy? I thought we were done with you waking us at ungodly hours three years ago.”

Nyx’s giggling fit ended and he looked up, “Mama?”

Rhys looked sideways and his mate’s space was empty. He frowned, a pinch of worry coming forth.

“I’m sure she’s close.”

Nyx’s lips started to pucker and Rhys shook his head. His internal dad alarm started going off, his son was going to cry in t-minus 8 seconds.

“Nothing to worry about, we’ll find her.”

Nyx shook his head, trying to hold in his tears but also avoiding his fathers gaze.

“I- I had a nightmare.”

Rhys tilted his chin upwards gently.

“It’s okay, you’re safe and everything is fine.”

“But Mommy was taken in… in my nightmare.”

Rhys tapped into the bond and felt Feyre’s shield. She wasn’t in distress, he would have felt it.

“She’s probably snacking on chocolates again with Uncle Cass.”

Nyx giggled at that. Halloween had happened last week and by the end of the night Feyre and Cassian had consumed the most amount of chocolates. The two had literally fought over the remaining stack, Feyre had eventually won after sending her water wolves Cassians way.

It wasn’t everyday that the General of the Night Court’s army was seen chased down by wolves in Velaris.. that too in a Captain Hook costume.

Rhys shook off the memory and stood up with Nyx in his arms. He was only wearing his undershorts but didn’t worry much about bumping into someone at this time of the night.

“Da, look.”

Nyx held up his hand with wisps of fire puckering.

Rhys smiled, his mate was going to freak. Every other day, Nyx would discover a new power and Feyre would worry he’d harm himself. Rhys worried too, especially when he caught Nyx unintentionally levitating three feet above the floor.

But the powers would come and they would need to help Nyx control them rather than smother them.

He gave his son a peck on the cheek.

“Good job, buddy.”

He walked into the art room within the estate house and sure enough he saw candlelight flicker through the doorway.

Nyx instantly squealed, even before Rhys had opened the door.

“Mama!”

Rhys scoffed, “Boyo, I’m trying really hard not to be offended that I’m not your favourite parent.”

Nyx laughed, leaned forward and pushed open the door along with his father.

Feyre turned away from her stool to smile at them. A paint brush in her hand.

“Thought I heard my favourite man.”

“Thank’s darling, but Nyx is here too.”

Feyre rolled her eyes and picked up Nyx.

“Are you alright?”, he asked.

She nodded while smothering Nyx with kisses.

“Fine. But I couldn’t sleep.”

Rhys nodded, understanding dawning. He leaned down and kissed her forehead. Rhys laughed as Nyx not so subtly pushed him away .

“What brings you boys down here?”

“The experience of seperation anxiety.”

Feyre’s eyebrows went up. “Nyx has separation anxiety?”

“Nyx? No. Me? Absolutely.”

Feyre snickered. She eyed her mate up and down, in all his almost naked grace. She couldn’t help but lean up and kiss him.

She took her seat on her stool with Nyx in her lap. Rhys placed another stool beside her and watched her work. Eventually Nyx deemed it important to add colour to the painting himself.

Rhys watched in awe as his mate guided her sons hand and helped him add the touches. His smile growing and growing each time the two people he loved the most laughed.

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[jdslaytontheauthor]

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[mirrorworld12]

There is no such thing as love that doesn't stay. If it was love it would have. At least there must be a few pieces that you could carry. But I don't see anything but a blank space filled with more empty words so you should stop putting flowers on the graves that's has nothing in them. There was nothing alive about the love you want so badly. If it was alive, you would have heard it breathe and say your name once before giving up. If it was love, your bones would not have become hollow for making the space for someone's fear and pain. If it was love, just for once they would have filled your heart with love and not ache. If it was love, you would have known. A hungry like you can eat iron coated with blood just to have a fill. It is a shame or maybe a pity that you did the same with love.

Ayana Arora

[wordsintheattic]

“In the necessity of change, we are loved and hated not for what we are, but what we do not choose to become.”

—Anish KC// wordsintheattic

[mixedindy]

1974 Dell edition of Dracula by Bram Stoker

[artfest]

May You Always Have an Angel by Your Side (2001) Douglas Pagels Blue Mountain Arts Studio

[dragons4thesoul]

Chapter 13

I shone the light over the dark sludge covered mass. It was as I had thought, road kill or rather a breath of life barely holding on. Too big to be a rabbit, maybe a small fox? The silhouette looked wrong though, even from this angle. I moved closer, picking up a rock. The light shifted catching the reflection of two large dark eyes. It was a badger, struck earlier, maybe hours ago, maybe minutes. All that time, fighting for life, pulling itself to the side of the road, dirty and sodden.

And suddenly I saw Angela, her head in the same place, her body contorted, weak and broken. But she was like this animal, still hanging onto life, agonising screams, yet only breaking as whimpers. And I felt the return of her, the pain and anguish, the regret, the slow deafening silence.

“FUCK!” I yelled. Not to alert anyone, the road was deserted. And not now for loss or any logical reason but to know that I was alive. To prove I was still, still present, still one of the living, not broken, not resting on a crevice of life and death. And suddenly I was screaming out again. This time for everything, a voice for every tortured soul, every silenced creature on this cursed planet.

I lifted up the stone and took its weight above my shoulder. It shouldn’t suffer. No more. It was barely moving, the fight had long gone. It didn’t flinch as I moved towards it, but its eyes stared coldly at me, defiant.

Thud. The stone hid the mud, bounced a little and rolled into the undergrowth. And I sat down in the rain, an arms distance from it, from this decaying thing.

It looked at me now, confused and I laughed out loud at this thought. It couldn’t understand. How could it? The complexed endeavours of a mans mind. The stone would crush its head, killing it instantly, ending its bleak existence. But it would also destroy its features, its beauty.

I stared at it for a few moments, the wet starting to penetrate my jeans. It shouldn’t suffer. A car drove by, the driver craning his head to see what I was doing, but not curious enough to stop.

And so I got up, walked back to the car and opened the boot. I took out a pair of old gloves and two black bin liners. The gloves weren’t really necessary, it didn’t have any fight left in it as I slipped the 2 bags over its mouth and nose and gazed deep into its eyes.

Slowly I twisted the bags, wrapping them around the creatures neck. I stared at its chest for what felt an eternity, mesmerised as it continued to rise and fall and then stop.

Rest now.

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From the book ‘The Photographer’ by Dragons4thesoul

[inspirationalangelsmiraclesmore]

ANGELBABY SueQuinones

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