We Are Connected To Eachother Through Legend And Myth.

I'm not crying, it's just so dusty in here😭#this might be one of the most beautiful things I've ever read 🌹

Where the sky becomes the sea (English Translation) 

I tried many times to be poetic in loving you, but passion consumed me, like an earthquake devouring a building with its tectonic jaws.

Still, I cannot weave words in a way you would understand.

Every time you say my name, I want to weave my bones with yours, because I am tired of explaining the inexplicable, that which burns beneath my skin.

I would cut my soul into a million pieces to illuminate your way home.

I am an army of candles bringing eternal fire to your temple, waiting in the shadows of your heart, because I do not fear your darkness; my light belongs to it.

And if you were the sky, I would be the sea, absorbing your light and returning it in golden glimmers, while I flow towards you to the horizon.

And together, we could name the stars, one by one, until the universe is ours.

✦ @dervishlatino | NNF نشوان نازاريو فيريرا ✦

I did it folks. I finally wrote a smvtty story without getting shy XD. Is it good? Debatable. Is it finished? Yes (although I might make a part two just for the fun of it.) And that's all that really matters.

The draft has been posted here on my blog in case you're feeling inquisitive.

Tentatively titled "Naptime fantasies." Although that's a bit too on the nose for my taste.

Imagine wearing a dress the color of these flowers and running through a cathedral

"What would Jesus do?"

No, what would Sabrina do?

I was so young when I behaved twenty-five

yet now I find

I've grown into

a tall child

-Mitski, "first love/late spring"

Mrs. Dalloway, Virginia Woolf

It's not an act of love if you make her

"All day, every day, therapist, mother, maid

Nymph then a virgin, nurse then a servant

Just an appendage, live to attend him

So that he never lifts a finger

24∕7, baby machine

So he can live out his picket fence dreams

It's not an act of love if you make her

You make me do too much labour."

- Labour by Paris Paloma

Happy Women's day to all beautiful women who continue to be brave even after the world tries its best to shut down their efforts, their voices.

I would prefer to ache than to feel nothingness. I want to listen to songs that make me double over in emotional agony because pain is beautiful. Pain connects us. I want to skip down the street and run over train tracks. I want to be early to weddings in my best dress, and stay late at house parties helping my friend get the crumbs out of their couch. I want to sway with the ocean. I want to grow like a sunflower, to face the sun and have no regrets.

“i would rather die of passion than of boredom”

- Van Gough

I was watching Spiderman: far from home the other day. When Mysterio told Peter "you're not selfish for wanting a normal life" I almost started bawling my eyes out.

One thing I noticed is how Iron man brings out the worst in many people. There were multiple times when someone wanted to present him with something that they thought could change the world, and instead of trying to make the best of it, he ended up being dismissive or completely ignoring them, resulting in a traumatic event that triggers the worst aspects of their personality to come forth. Now ofc I'm not excusing their own bad choices, but I thought it was interesting how it seems like Iron man has inadvertently sabotaged Peter in several ways.

Mysterio could have been the perfect mentor for Peter. But he chose to be a terrible person. And that just makes me so sad.

Even still, a broken clock is right twice a day. And that speech "you're not selfish for wanting a normal life" means alot to me.

Intriguing...

Have any nightmares lately?

This figurine represents the Baku (獏 or 貘). The baku’s story originated in Chinese mythology as the mo (貘), believed to resemble a giant panda. It later evolved into a nightmare-warding figure in Japan.

Early depictions illustrate the baku as a chimera with the trunk and tusks of an elephant, the ears of a rhinoceros, the tail of a cow, the body of a bear, and the paws of a tiger. While this version was said to ward off pestilence and evil, its dream-devouring ability emerged later in Japanese culture. By the late 18th century, the baku as known as the guardian of sleep. One legend describes how a child waking from a bad dream could call out, “Baku-san, come eat my dream,” repeating it three times to summon the baku.

Folklore warns that calling the baku too often could have consequences—if left unsatisfied, it might consume not just bad dreams but also the person’s hopes and desires.

Image: Baku, Mythical Animal. 18th century. White porcelain (Hirado ware), H. 7/8 in. (2.2 cm); L. 1 7/8 in. (4.8 cm). The Metropolitan Museum of Art.