Where Every Scroll is a New Adventure
“Why do you keep looking for the comfort you’ll never receive?”
“It’s the hope that I ever will find it that keeps me going, even if I already know the answer.”
"I am always jealous. I am ALWAYS jealous. No matter how much I have. I am always wanting more. I can't be filled. I can't be enough. I can't get everything. I want more. I want more. And I have so much love, blessings, accomplishments, money, talent----more than I deserve for free and I still chase for more. I still scoff at other's happiness. I still wish for their failures. I pray for their downfall. I want to see them get beautifully destroyed, just because I don't want to see them succeed. I still want what they have even if in reality, I don't need it, I want it so they can't have it. I am so petty, so mean, so ill. No wonder no one likes me. I am filled with so much hate and despair and spite that I could never ever have enough"
~one of my unfinished novels. <3
Made a horrible poem (because it isn't a poem more of a thing i wrote) about love. Here it is:
Love is a smile that lasts all day long
Because with the simple thought of you
I remember joy and warmth
Love is remembering your favorite food, flower, and color
And smiling when i see them
Because now i find you in everything
Sometimes when you laugh
I see all the other times
And i think about how much warmth and happiness
A simple sound can bring me
Sometimes days aren't simple
Sometimes we cry
But it's times like those
That make your smile afterwards
The brightest
And when i can't remember
how to smile
You remind me
If i've forgotten to eat
or take a break
You fill my heart
And when you hold my hand
And my heart
Close to yours
I feel like home
This is love
But mostly
This is you
"Delve into the shadows of sadness, shine a light to find truth." - me lol
"There are no laws, only limits." - My philosophical brain
Wait i just realized how wrong this sounds. I don't mean break the law i mean you shouldn't think something is impossible because it's never been done before.
Uh basically bees. Bees fly though they shouldn't be able to, basically that.
Made by @sketchbook-gal-xe
Bonus image
Dante and Virgil in Hell, William Adolphe Bouguereau (1850)
Excerpt from prologue :
Death does not knock. She comes unannounced, barging in brutally and leaving behind an inert body. Adanna never expected death to leave behind her father’s corpse, sprawling in the middle of their great chamber, letting his putrid scent spread through their little household. No blood and no disease — just gone. This is what alcohol did to a man — or so the old lady living on the street used to say. How could Adanna have known she was right ? No one ever listens to the blather of the seniles.
A deceased man could not speak anymore, could not lie, nor drink, nor hit. The only thing her father could do was lie there on the ground with vacant eyes, facing the ceiling, his mouth partially open, emanating a breath that held no warmth. The overwhelming smell lingered in every corner, clinging to her hair and the dying plants. There was only one reason why she hadn’t gotten rid of the body sooner : a need, sharp and gnawing, was driving her mad.
Rotting flesh is bitter, Adanna realised— far too late, after a few days.
Kneeling in the mud, retching the sour tang of decay still clinging to her tongue, she cursed the moment her teeth had sunk into cold flesh, driven by an odd curiosity, urging and impossible to justify. Patience always made for finer meat— or so she thought. But, Death was imminent and thus it demanded immediate consumption.
Thought ?
#day1 : sharing random quotes from my book
Sitting alone in the dark brooding night
The party in full swing yet she's left out
The nicotine in her system
Along with dreams and hopes
But she's never satisfied
Now she can't hear her thoughts
Because in her head chaos is rooted
Turning to leave or to leap into desperation
But she's fine because she knows
She knows the sting of thorns of love
She knows her drugs
She knows her love
All the pills she is high on
All the nights she'd spent crying
She knows her addiction
She knows her desperation
So she is going back
Back to where she started of.
Before death, I must live.
If you were a puzzle piece and I was a square, I would ruin my edges just so we could fit together.
I was never a human. I was just longing and melancholy that was shaped into one.
And now my tears won't stop because I'm melancholic tonight. Because I feel incomplete tonight.
I hate when the voices around me fade because I cannot stop wondering if i even matter.
And maybe when the thrill fades we'll realize how we were never too far from drifting apart.
I have many regrets but oh my love, I'm afraid you will be that one I'll never be able to forget.
Would you still love me if I was a phantom dancing in the castle you stumbled upon accidentally, with my blue dress flowing like a river and my hairs billowing in the midnight wind? Would you still love the apparition of me after 1000 years I waited for you? Would you still remember me...
My nightmares making my life miserable, I cannot speak. The house is silent, cause the screams of agony die on my lips.
So much agony in your heart. Offer me a plate of your pain for it hurts me to see you suffering alone. Darling, let me suffer with you.
Home isn't always a place where you live. Sometimes it's your best friend who wraps you in her arms and you know everything will be alright.
I don't believe in heaven or hell but if there's a hell, I'll meet you there.
The Tsunami falls apart when your lips meet mine.
And when I told you I loved the city, you set it on fire. Now I'm afraid to hand you my heart.
Bury my bones when I die and let the tree grow over it. The branches will still shiver at the sound of your name.
If I were to tell you all that hurts, if I were to open all my scars again, Oh darling would you let me bleed in your hands?