I miss mon Coeur, my sweetheart, mein Herz. Where is it gone?
What is mon Coeur? My sweet heart? Mein Herz? Why do I feel so alone?
magic book - 1st entryLes habitants de la piscine
L'eau fraîche entoure les jambes.
Elle passe comme une brise glacée. Elle rappelle la menthe.
La lumière entre jusqu’au fond.
Des réseaux blancs au premier regard, puis colorés comme l’arc au ciel, glissent là-bas.
Les lignes avancent comme si quelqu’un les faisait marcher.
Elles rampent, se touchent les unes et les autres, créent une unité.
Impossible de suivre une des lignes.
Elles semblent disparaître et puis soudain elles se mêlent aux autres – et vont ailleurs.
Un vent de sable souffle dans l’autre sens ou en travers sans déranger le trajet de la lumière.
Il passe indifféremment au dessus en en dessous – ou reste-t-il à la même place ?
Comme une fumée qui porte des grains, il traverse les raies qui avancent, sans arrêt.
On a l’impression d’une armée d’insectes qui marchent comme s’ils
Oui, je veux bien
Vacances avec des amies. Ça fait longtemps, que je ne les ai pas vues. Surtout Claudia. Nous n'étions pas toujours des meilleurs amies, pourtant nous nous amusons plutôt bien. Pas de tension comme d'habitude. Des filles, dont je ne connais pas le nom mais qui me connaissent apparemment bien, sont avec nous. Le bazar de cette ville étrange et plein de gens. Le temps fait beau, plutôt chaud, ça m'a manqué, la chaleur, l'air sec et des cigales. Je suis à la maison, enfin.
Partout des marchands avec des objets exotiques. On passe par ici, par là, oubliant lieu et temps. Là, je ne peux plus tenir à moi, il faut que je le revoie. Depuis notre arrivé, je ne peux pas penser à quelque chose d'autre. C'est que lui. Mon cur batte à haute voix. Je rougis, si quelqu'un peut l'entendre ? Mais non, c'est stupide. « Je crois que je vais appeler un ami que je ne pas vu longtemps » je dis aux autres. Elles s
Lieblose GleicheitLiberté, Egalité, Fraternité. Freiheit, Gleichheit, Brüderlichkeit. So sagt es der Franzose. ---
I have a dream... introduierte Martin Luther King. ---
Gleichberechtigung für die Frau... brüllt uns die Emanze entgegen. ---
Was soll der ganze Drang nach Gleichheit? ---
Ist es nicht das Schlimmste, wenn ein Mensch sagt "Es ist mir gleich"? ---
Lebt er dann? ---
Ist nicht unser Drang "Differenzierung", "Individualität"? ---
Leben heißt Drang. ---
Das Ziel ist Individualität. ---
Keine isolierte, aber integrierte Individualität. ---
Ich bin Subjekt und nehme meine Umwelt subjektiv auf. ---
Ich nehme meine Umgebung nicht gleich meiner Mitmenschen wahr. ---
Nichts ist mir gleich. ---
Alles reizt mich, auf die unterscheidlichste Art & Weise. ---
Vielfalt an Reizen. Vielfalt an Leben. ---
Liebe am Leben. ---
Mal mehr, mal weniger, aber nicht gleich. ---
Liebe zum Leben. ---
Ich nehme, ich gebe. So gut ich kann. ---
Ich liebe. Und weil ich liebe ist mir nichts gleich. --- --- ---
It's like a sickness that wants to be noticed
It hides between the delicate flower of nerves in the back of your neck, crushing it like a weed that destroys the garden in your brain
It knaws and sucks like a leech
It makes your fingers curl like thorns and puncture your own palms, destroying you from outside towards the center.
Suddenly little things make you apprehensive
You tug at your hair and you cry so much over something so insignificant, you throw up and refuse to eat.
The worry is like a pebble in your shoes that manifests into needles that may not deliver fatal blows, but the pinpricks are numerous enough to feel like daggers
Each nerve is an alarm
They all scream incoherently at the tiniest warning
You cradle yourself like a baby and the panic insists like a headache that refuses to leave
"Something's not right. Something will go wrong. It's all your fault. What if this happens? What if that happens?"
How I see girls in terms of beauty (Not Douchey)
Before I say anything, I want to say that this will be in no means a discrimination against women, Races or nationalities, I will merely be putting up my opinions of each little things. I'm not to worried about saying something offensive, since quite honestly I think all different types of things are beautiful, and this is meant to be a confidence BOOST for all you lovely ladies out there.
I Really just want to take the time and ask you girls to sit down and listen to what I have to say, I'm not trying to win anyones affection by writing this. I just want to let you guys know how truly beautiful you are, and I'm not saying this as a lie.
You poor girls come into this world, and from the moment you take your very first steps...people are already expecting things of you. You're constantly being judged by everyone, being picked apart for every little flaw or mistake you have. But flaws are what makes you perfect, at least to me.
You're thrown into this
Sappho Merely ShruggedI was sixteen when I saw the garden for the first time. The flowers weren't exotic; the same kinds grew in the park across the street. There was just something about how the sunlight hit their petals that made me stop on the sidewalk. I spent a moment admiring a flower with curling leaves like the pages of old books, and I wondered how I'd never noticed the garden before.
A woman knelt between the rows of plants. She had dark hair that tumbled over one shoulder and sweat on the back of her neck. "What's your name?" I asked.
"Sappho," she said.
"I like your garden." I leaned against the fence as I watched her work. "The flowers in the park don't look so good this year. Did you do something different?"
Sappho merely shrugged.
I was too afraid to open the gate and go inside. Instead I went back to the park the next day. The flowers there were dim and faded, but at least I knew my way around.
I was eighteen when I almost touched one of Sappho's flowers for the first time. The night was c
Past!Fanfic-QueenxCurrent!Fanfic-Queen- Be Strong“Mom’s gone…” Your dad said, tears rolling down his face. Your heart stopped, and you climbed out of his lap.
“Momma?” You asked, running into their bedroom.
There she was, laying in bed. Her mouth was wide open, and her eyes were shut. She died in her sleep, but that didn’t help the pain.
Putting a hand over your mouth, tears began flowing down your cheeks and you reached out and grabbed her hand. It was ice cold.
“Momma…” You sobbed. “Please don’t leave me Momma…” Thoughts raced through your head. You should have went and said good morning to her, you should have said you loved her last night.
Suddenly, a figure pulls you away from her body, hugging you against their chest. You look up to see a girl that looks a lot like you. But her hair is dyed black, and she’s a little taller than you. And skinnier.
“Who are you?!” You scream, breaking away from her. She looks at you with mournful
.:Declaration de Guerre:.
I just close my eyes
to think to her
my little flower
I honestly wonder
where she is
and if she's fine there
I want to cry
because she doesn't reply
and I don't know why
that pretty flower comes to me
and starts comforting me
In a way
thanks to that pretty flower
I will just forget a bit my little one
and will think to something else
We can talk about anything
I show her my drawings
and she watches me drawing
In a way
thanks to that pretty flower
I can just forget a bit my little one
and think to something else
I think I like her
and she likes me as well
so we like each other
and we're happy
I really think I like her
But there is also that one
She likes her as well
I think I don't like Her.
we can't talk about anything
just the things which fit Her
I think I dislike Her.
when I cry
because she didn't reply
The pretty flower doesn't come
She lets me alone
Sex Scene TipsTrigger warning: rape.
Okay, here's the thing: if you're writing a sex scene and you want it to come off as sexy and nice and all of that, YOUR CHARACTERS NEED TO HAVE CONSENT. You know what sex without consent is called? Rape.
I am absolutely enraged right now. It's 2015 and people are writing fics where the tone conveys that this scene is supposed to be hot and sexy and cool but there's NO CONSENT AT ALL. "But Amaranth!" you ask me. "This one character isn't saying 'no,' it can't be rape, right?" Yes, I'll give you that rape is sex without consent so saying 'no' does qualify as rape, these other scenarios also count as rape:
1. Sex while one partner is asleep.
2. Sex while one partner is passed out.
3. Sex while one partner is under the influence of drugs and/or alcohol, or has their judgement impaired in some other way.
4. Sex while one partner has made it clear they're not interested in sex, whether through body language or vocally.
I understand sex can