I walk with her, my Queen, across the earth.
The ground trembling in our wake.
My armor is removed and my sword left behind
Only at her request.
Enrobed in simple linens;
Her cream colored shift almost matching.
I want to steal glances as we walk
But I am ever alert, heightened.
She will be safe for she is my Queen,
And one never knows
What dragons walk the earth;
Looking to take my Queen.
I love this.
There is a barrier between the Experienced and the Unexperienced, and insuperable it is.
Ours was no different from the rest, but guided by a quixotic hope, an inextinguishable passion, I abortively endeavored to surmount that obstacle.
That barrier is a partition of conflagrations, a holocaust of agony and despair unbeknownst to the one standing on the grass. Yet, with the spirit of childish ambition, and with the naivety of the summer clouds, I strode forth, the failure of years trailing in my wake.
But there was a dissonance among the blood in our veins: yours ambitious, mine resigned; Scout cavorted in your soul, whereas Jeremy brooded in mine.
So with the caterwauling of a newborn, my heart merged with air, and the rivers of my consciousness led into an ocean of darkness, leaving behind the decrepit remains of dreams never realized.
And the divergence of our paths stoked the partitioning flames that kept misery away from its company.
Myriad times throughout the course of our precarious affiliation I endeavored to encapsulate my convoluted sentiments in prolix letters to you.
Near the conclusion of our concurrent academic careers I was compelled to reconcile with the futility of my aforementioned enterprises; I learned that no amount of verbosity could possibly suffice to capture the essence of what I felt.
Words, though potent under most circumstances, are invariably irrelevant in situations in which the tempestuousness of the human heart is concerned. That is the right word, “tempestuous,” for my heart throughout our affiliation was a convulsive rhythm of turbulent despair.
Additionally, no words could conceivably do justice to your personage. To describe what you are, one would be fain to point to the work of Aurora, or to imbibe the wonders of our terrestrial land, whose aesthetic magnificence can be imputed only to the infallibility of divine Providence.
Therefore, in silence I should revere you. In the same way in which you expressed your gratitude to your influential friend—by taking his advice to heart—I shall rightly consecrate you; l shall not tarnish your legacy by articulating it with words that were created without you in mind.
A dismal attempt at that hallowed relation—
A pitiful rendition of the heart’s elation—
Sufficed to bring about so near
The one whom many hold so dear.
Nary a day went by
During which with the softness of the sky
My eyes did not behold you
In a somber, yet gentle, hue.
A tentative and detached recluse,
Whose heart had paid Life’s dues,
Cannot at present say
That a Romantic’s eyes were not at play.
With a golden phantasmal sheen,
And a smile so lush and keen,
You spoke and surely abided
A soul absolutely not invited.
But alas that facade did fade
As a prudent mind did bade
That concentration be placed upon
The imperfections that were sure to stun.
But O, such thoughts cannot sway
A man to discard the day
Solely because its gaudiness
Is seen by some as shoddiness.
And so began anew
Those flames so disinclined to bid adieu;
The sun began to shine
On a phenomenon threatened by time.
|—||Abstract algebra professor (via mathprofessorquotes)|
Guess who got a few extra things from AX even though I don’t need it.
END DATE: JULY 6 2014, 11:59 PST
So I’m doing a tiny giveaway, sorry it isn’t much. Had to go through the hustle and bustle of talking to each riot employee.
❤ Three Winners! ❤
• First place will be able to choose between-
- Dragon Slayer Pantheon
- Riot Ward Skin and a jinx/vi lanyard.
( I will pay shipping just make sure you’re over eighteen or your parent/guardian has no problem with you giving out your address. )
• Second Place can have whatever first place doesn’t receive.
• Third Place will get a Riot Ward Skin.
* You must be 18 or older if wanting the riot ward skin + vi/jinx lanyard. Or have your parent/guardians permission.
* You must be following me, this is for my followers. You can unfollow afterwards.
* Reblogs and Likes do count. I will be using a random number generator.
* If you don’t respond within 24 hours of me messaging, you do not receive your skin. These skins do have expiration dates which is July 11 2014, and I will send info to you right after you respond.
Thank you for reading and good luck!
END DATE IS- JULY 6 11:59 PST
Join my GA! I changed the expiration date to July, sorry for accidentally putting June. v.v;;
Why should I rise in the morning to greet a sun whose luminosity cannot reach me?
Why should I exit my home and aspire toward unattainable dreams that have been thrust upon me?
Why should I speak to a peer who has never expressed a genuine interest in my company?
Why should I consolidate energy that shall only be wasted in sustaining the delusional oneirocosm in which are contained my quixotic desiderata?
Why do I lie in bed and contemplate prospective success, despite the fact that I am not equipped with the requisite physical or mental capacities that would allow me to achieve it?
Why do I prosecute fervent enterprises to attain a spurious state of contentedness?
My God: Why do I live in a world for which I was never meant to exist?
Fain I am to say
In naught but the sincerest way
That your advent was a vicissitude
That offset my lassitude.
On a slow and boring day
Your person came to stay,
And a slow turn-of-foot
Revealed a countenance warm as day.
A visage so enchanting,
Like a voice commanding, “Harken!”
With a powerful brilliance in every ray,
Like the second sunrise of the day.
O, by an arrow was I bitten
That caused me to be smitten?
Nay, erroneous heart;
So ardently your hand seeks that mitten.
The fervent lapse of time
Marked by the closing sound of chimes
Saw Maturity’s muscles flex
In a beauty Junoesque;
It saw these eyes grow covetous
Of a girl topped by an auburn trees;
The presence of that guilty rationale
Is something I can and do confess.
At the very least, I would like an insanity that is ubiquitous and reparable, for the one with which I was bequeathed at birth was, and remains, the former’s antithesis.
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,–
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over–wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
|—||Paul Laurence Dunbar (via itsquoted)|
As vast as the ocean is thine hope;
As supernal as the moon is thy comeliness;
And as deep as the abyss within mine soul
Is my contrition for dreaming of thee.
|—||Lemony Snicket, Horseradish: Bitter Truths You Can’t Avoid (via liquidnight)|
“You should date a girl who reads.
Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.
Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.
She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.
Buy her another cup of coffee.
Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or she would like to be Alice.
It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.
She has to give it a shot somehow.
Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.
Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.
Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.
If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.
You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.
You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.
Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.
Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”