Kees Scherer :: Fisherman fixing his fishing net, The Netherlands, 1950-1955 / via marckald
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here, my love,
is a flower in your name
to remember all the soft gentleness of you:
the way you loved sunshine at all hours of the day
the way you smiled exuberance like all of life was yours to live
the way you shined like a river in midday lightfrom your fallen blood, my love, i raise new beauty for you.
and here, my love,
is a battle in your name
to remember all the fierce strength of you:
the way you chased the winds without pause
the way you climbed mountains like the skies were yours to conquer
the way you wore crowns and robes like a helmet and armouri defy death, my love, and dare the gods to take your soul from me.
Alas! Alas! – apollo and hyacinth ( j.p. )
Today on “rules of English language I didn’t realise were a thing until someone pointed it out”
I have crawled out of my cobwebbed tomb in the midnight gloaming
In order to post this self-indulgent bullshit in which characters from my various fictional fanthings meet each other. Like, it’s just Bucky and Steve from Ain’t No Grave meeting some Buckys and Steves from Except it Abide. That’s it. That’s the plot. So like, I guess you should read it if you’re kinky like that. There’s cussing, lots of sex jokes, and some light violence, but the only other naughtiness it contains is how gotdamn masturbatory writing fanfiction of ones own fanfiction is. So like, read it if you’re kinky like that, I guess!
ealdor 