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On Warmth
A little exploration into the world of instant gratification, and you will find something rather striking.
The living in 'extremes'.
The world today thinks in binaries (unfortunately). It's either absolute ignorance or undiluted visionaries of the last stage. It's either too hot or too cold, am I right?
We live in between these polarities. Care to explore the route in between? Stop and watch the sunset, Sniff the fresh summer's morning, stand a while to pet the cat on the sidewalk, lift the hunched shoulders and watch those two strangers dramatically talk to each other.
Oh, to be able to smile at your neighbours and nod a hello, to share lunchboxes at recess with your pals, to bite into a ripe apple and hear the luxurious crunch.
No, I prefer to notice the carefully picked scent on your clothes and the appreciation in your voice in conversations.
I prefer to note the warmth of your palms in mine. The tiny knocks on my desk that remind me to drink water, all the gestures of warmth. And, no, it's not sparks flying, it's not hot, there's no 'heat'.
But the warmth, we so easily dismiss is read between the polarities and speaks in gigantic waves.
Find warmth, my dears. It is quite misplaced and ignored. No amount of ignorance and sparks can replace it. Rest assured, warmth cannot be spoken. It can only be felt.
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People are allowed to have opinions. They are allowed to make choices that are made with deliberate intentions. Feeling strongly for the decisions we take because we hope we will have the best.
However, nothing is etched in stone and neither are opinions or choices. What do you hold onto then? Someone's word... someone's trust.. hoping that they or worse, we, CHOOSE things we have chosen because of how strongly we felt about it in the past?
We would prefer people walked on the path they said they would.. but life is a mixed bag. Holding a gun to someone's head and asking them to comply with something against their wishes might seem like a great idea initially, but their heart isn't in it, which will eventually hurt.
All of life is an act of letting go.
And this, unfortunately, we will need to let go and rely instead on ourselves. At the end of the day, we have us and that is truly enough.
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[Podfic] Something Wanting in My Nature
[Podfic] Something Wanting in My Nature
by SeaSage
Recording of the delightfully sweet and funny story by Mugatu.
Author's original summary: I saw this tumblr prompt and my hand slipped.
"Okay which one of you is going to write the Ineffable Husbands college professor AU with the extremely sweet and over-sharing professor fawning over their spouse and the standoff-ish secretive professor who reveals absolutely nothing about their private life who turned out to be married? "
https://ift.tt/RTgdfhk
Words: 0, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M, M/M
Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Pepper/Adam Young (Good Omens)
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, POV Outsider
From https://ift.tt/EIBkgVl
https://archiveofourown.org/works/44015250
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On society's nincompoops
Unreasonable?
Illogical?
Unfathomable?
Living through days of criterion which places itself on the shoulders of everything apart from the actual requirement has forever been the time's buffoonery. It persists and will continue to do so.
Fight your own battles. But, trying to reason with clowns shouldn't be part of your everyday.
Giving up is the best option here. Give up. Don't have expectations. Live your life to the fullest. Stay glad and happy, my dear readers.
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In your embrace, there lies respite
Lying on the grass beds, you roll over to ask, "Do you love me?",
his eyes shut, he whispers in affirmation.
A wave of how much lingers in her afterthoughts.
So much of forever is discussed in the universe.
It pains to know the souls destroyed in its pursuit;
Martyrs.
The shattering hearts are a deterring noise all around,
one such yours,
the mighty heart will shudder at its sight.
Rolling over the grass, he places his warm palm over your head,
answering the echoes in your heart.
"A lot. A lot more than you can imagine"
And you slip into slumber in his embrace.
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Home front.
It's the searching of your eyes in confusion.
It's also the scrunch between your brows of assurance.
It's the unspoken light nod of reliance.
I'm here. It'll be okay.
And, once again... I'm home, dear reader.
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Guard your heart, dear reader.
Dear Reader,
I wonder why you keep entangling yourself in this mesh of hope and dreams of love that doesn't seem to exist on this earth. The times have altered themselves, and humans find themselves dipping their toes into people's lives, never seeking their true depth.
The fear the intensity of truth, of love, of loyalty and of being held accountable at the thought of it.
We are humans too, and we hope, that the next person walking in will have intentions of gold, but alas. Reader dearest, guard your heart. No one else will. They will promise a million things, slowly uncover the hurt, and leave you out in the open.
Raw, wound exposed and all the bloody work of sewing yourself back will be your weak heart once again.
The image of it recoils me. As it should yours.
Guard thy heart, reader. Do not break yourself for another vermin.
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10th Dec, 2023
Dear Reader,
It's over.
I confronted the lies he braided to tell me.. while he whispered sweet nothings to many of my kind. His words that continue to ring in my soul are crashing onto my ribcage, trying to shake me from within... make me beg for him back, welcome his lying, conniving self back into the fortress of peace I've built myself.
There it is. The waters are now calm around me, but the castle walls peel in horror. Another person etched in the book. And this time, a name that never really cared about the castle, just the company and the place to scream empty words.
Nothing else.
No one else.
It's over.
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it is december, and once again i find myself at the crossroads.
last december the brave heart rose for an embrace and only found living corpses promising the everlasting lust instead.
a year later, i stand here, alive, yes.
a bag of lessons earned instead, but not love found.
it remains to be a joke in this day. and shall remain to be for a while.
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The Reunion
I'm taking a chance.
I'm collecting those shrooms under the decomposing trees,
digging profusely till I discover the psychedelic that is you.
Another sunrise, another sunset, with your name,
another instance of melting in the molten orange rivers of your arms,
another longing at dusk.
the darkness thins;
And I rise from the midnight blues,
To be delighted to find your lips on mine.
Hope ignites in me,
I find kin; I see red.
I see an ocean of longing once again.
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On Romance
I got asked yesterday, "Do you even know romance?"
And, then the person proceeded to prove me wrong by blatantly stating that, I had not.
Spurring a thought from it, I wondered, What is romance?
We all seem to know it, and yet, it is something that informs itself collectively. My idea of romance may vary from yours. We are after all different people.
Love for me lies in the mundane activities. It's less about the grand gestures and more in the things your partner does for you. Learns your love languages to show you love and identifies things you do that scream, "I love and appreciate you and your presence."
Physical intimacy (not just limited to sex) is also one such. The tiny finger holds, the caressing of the palms, the long hug after a tiring day, just melting in their arms... these things matter.
They show you romance by listening to your worries, by sharing your happiness, by helping you find a solution, or sometimes by merely existing next to you, letting you know.. You are not alone.
This is romance to me. Probably an adult version of the same.
Now, its not ideal to look for someone who does ALL of these. Ideal is someone who is willing to learn them. Taking time to explore the relationship with someone, explore the person.
That's romance.
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What is left in this life cauldron?
And it boils down to this.... actions.
Words sell easy. But acting on them is not everyone's cup of tea.
All dreams fall short in front of this. Efforts, persistence and priorities. It's the easiest way to learn about people. It's the easiest way to know if something matters to you as much as you claim it to be.
Your heart and soul will go into those elements of life you value the most. Nothing you say, nothing you hear and plan will go against that. Everyone is hustling, but if they are able to find time to do what means the world to them... it means something supremely valuable to them.
Boys and girls, that is what life is about. You and your priorities. It truly just boils down to that.
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Opening the door to 2023, I stepped in with accomplishments on my armour, heartaches, good memories, tears marks on my sleeve, and anger bubbling.
Already on the brand new day of the year, I feel remorse, rejected, unloved, and motivated to start afresh. Build a life worthy of my hard work. Just beyond this threshold, I would like to create a new reality, one where I wake up with a smile or can look forward to my day.
Hope in 2023, I can make the smaller drops of happiness my reality.
Here's to 2023, I really hope it gives you courage to build a life you deserve with being held back by strings of guilt.
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On the nights of contemplation
Writers and readers lead difficult lives. They cannot reside in ignorance and thus find themselves in the hallways of contemplation all too many times.
They cannot fathom being separated from the individual they are and, in turn, make it harder to succumb to the tomfoolery of modern society. They do not do it to please the crowd, nothing to owner the contemporary spirit. Contemplation is a boon and a bane. Boon because it always tries to 'Rodin' anywhere, relying on detachment. And a bane, because in the world of masks, untrue feelings and fake ideals, they find themselves misplaced.
Is this why the society finds it hard to sit still? Because they run away from their thoughts, they find it hard to contemplate and it bites back in forms of pretentiousness.
Intellect, humility, and conversations over tea they thrive on. The contemplations are bittersweet. Regardless, it is a monument of living without the chains of modern life.
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Battles within, battles around,
A man quietly smiles at his raging seas.
Patience has been his armour;
his arms the strength he needs,
A man shuffles his cards with destiny.
The crashes around, he does not worry about,
more of his peace that he cannot appease.
A hug and a word that can mend a soul,
he mutters lines that embalm the tired traveller.
But he, who sits a while feeling the cool breeze,
under the glorious night sky, closing;
his eyes, his mind to the chatter of the day,
clutching a heart beating to find the reasons to stay,
afloat and ready;
yet, for another day.
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I am a different person.
As I was before.
I had grown fond of the starlit morning sky a little too much in the modern age. And, of course, I was quickly reminded of the delusions of the times. One does not reason with a pest, my dear readers. No, you may grow fond of one, but you'll soon realise that a pest remains one despite the growth chances.
It never was your duty to alter or set your standards for a pest at all. Let the pest rot in the sewage, and you my dear may pick yourself up from the dirt and continue growing.
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