Latest Posts by ghost-of-the-light - Page 2

...I now have all the proof needed to be afraid of my pets and their need to watch me undress O_o

when i die i hope to be reincarnated into a dog or a cat that is owned by a hot guy so i can watch him change and shower and be naked and sleep at the foot of his bed

Let's say you had a chance to play any hero and any villain you wanted, what two characters would you pick?

Personally I'd pick Deadpool and Carnage

Michaels

So for the first time in awhile i was allowed to go home at a decent hour after work. I decided to go shopping for my halloween costume at michaels... "Uh, hey i was wondering if you had little shields or something like that?" Guy stares at me for a minute "You don't?" He blinks and then says to follow him Guy- "I can't believe someone is going to do it" "Huh? Do what?" He then turns to me "DRESDEN....I've been dying to see someone do him" I had the biggest grin on my face

Openness

It was the first time in my life it seems, that I stopped acting, faking myself and really started looking in... I see how idealism clashes with cynicism, how anger fills my pours, and love creates my bones, I see how run downed I am, and how weeak I've become... I've opened up to men who are strangers about things I've hid deep inside, but they trust me with their own wrongs and thoughts and honor me the same way, I've told my whole class about an issue which has ruinned my life and about how hard it is for me to deal with my anger... Yet 9 mins over the time limit I was appaulded...

I"ve found my core and uprooted myself more then ever, and I'm reaching a changing point...

I'm starting to balance out, the battles are gettin g harder and no longer am I overcoming others and my environment, but now I must deal with myself...I'm finding out who truely loves me, who only used the love I've given, and in the ashes of the relationships I've held I find the clues to their undoing...

Random drawing for a short story idea i liked... Police procedural meets paranormal in a sense? Idk just ranting now lol

Evasive

We often joke about such things like you and I, how we are and how we love brings subtle tension, like slow nudgings of unrest in our souls. I smile as I mask my truths in hyperbole and faux romantic cheese. What are we? Nothing? You speak warnings, pushing away but I feel that it is only in fear. Your warning nobody but yourself... Why can't you answer the question, "what are we?" I could compare us to Orpheus and Eurydice, compare myself to a stone and you the water, maybe I could compare you to a butterfly and I the watcher... No matter the form your nature define our reactions, I can't have you for you flee when in the face of the serious, when I leave to follow my passions, you creep upon my sides watching and wondering... In a way I guess it'll never matter the question, the answer holds no meaning while you reject me.

October 12th.

I got married outside wearing all black high-top Chuck Taylor’s and a finely tailored charcoal suit. Then in floating white lace she appeared, weaving through an autumnal scene towards me, hooking her fathers arm, and I couldn’t tell who was more happy. No one was looking at me....

I miss you sometimes, you little star fairy...

You see, last night was the first time I cried in a long while...

I don't know if it was the substance that rooted and altered my veins

The confliction of emotions deciding to control the reins

And though if you still cared, you'd hate what I've become

I cried last night, feeling this song flow in my blood

The highs are orgasmic, the downfalls last for weeks

All the while, this heart burns as I speak

Yes, I know

I know that I've crossed some lines

I'd never again shine bright enough for you

Either way, I figured you'd learn that in time

For the world won't need me, in time it'll turn

For I was only once the moon, a small orb trying to affect your world...

___

I miss my friend, but I know they won't forgive me and thats okay... but that interpol hit me really hard last night... and maybe it was the other things affecting my system too but as the song played I kept remembering you... but hey your doing great andit makes me happy that I managed to cause that, just wish I could snark you a few more times, heaar you threaten to cut me, and maybe here you rant about your adventures somemore- made my days alot less lonely...

Is it bad that I hate attention whores?

I swear it's almost as if this girl is just trying to spite me by being around me, I can't be nice to her or I'm annoying, I can't say anything to her or I'm being rude, I can't do anything around her because I'm unimportant, BITCH KEEP KISSING EVERYONE ELSES ASS AND IF YOU DON'T LIKE ME THEN STFU AND GO SWITCH OUT OF THE CLASSES YOU KNEW I WAS IT... I swear I might explode on her... very soon, childish people piss me off when they give me shit for there own issues...

That was exactly what I was thinking! I figured one of these days when I decide to go hiking up in the hills by my college I'd go and hunt me up a good branch. The shield brancelet will be fun to make, but my biggest thrill is seeing how I'll put together the rings he wears. I wouldn't mind using my cat, but then again my cat tends to reguard my dog as an annoyance lol. If I can get my hands on a camera I'll totally post them up!

I was bored so I drew Harry, Mister, and Mouse in Adventure Time style. Sweatpants + cowboy boots= facepalm.

A few years ago, before the troubles, before the pointing and bickering, and long before I was the always shifting fragmented images you all like to believe you know... Long before all of that mess I happened to be laying on a small couch. I was in the daggy, cold, and yet cozy basement of an dorm in San Fran, where a photo was taken of me as I laid. I wouldn't had thought that I'd be noticed, franky I've forgotten that at my heart I'm "antisocial". I've grow to reconize how much I where my heart on my sleeve that the memory of such instances seem to take on a new form. I have never been one to be upfront, I dont know how to be and I'm too afraid to do so. I grew up in conditions that forced me to be that way, to mumble when I want to scream, to smile when crying is all I can bare, to help when I want to die, to survive even when doing so brings only more pain to me. The darkness inside of me, that antisocial divide within, that was my soul, the part of me I locked away as I lead a life to blend and "socialize" with people even when I haven't the slightest go-damn clue how to do so... I come off as intense, overly serious, angry, dramatic, stupid, whatever that the title of the day happens to be... Yet, I'm only acting how I dreamt I'd be. I am the man I dreamt to be, but sadly reality doesn't sit well with my childhood dreams, for the friends, the adventures, and even the affections I've wanted to experierence all came with many burns and scars. To the youth in me, my idea of good future for myself was someone who wasn't on the corner smoking crack and who would always try to be with his friends to the very end, and that maybe if I was caring and strong enough I'd reach the point where people would come to respect that, and I'd be able to make friends who wouldnt use me, or hurt me, or make fun of me. I never had the pleasure of being alone, I was always alone. Talking to myself, talking to things I could never be sure were there, talking and dreaming and thinking of the things and people I'd become involved with my future. In school I was weird, akward, ugly, a mutt, a retard, a fag, so many words and abusive actions where used against me even before I could understand them. I was the pasting fancy, I'd have friends for maybe two weeks at most, the new kids who'd quickly realize my status and leave me. Yet, when I think of these times I realize how much I didn't mind, things were always better. I was always getting stronger, and in a way I am... You see this picture means so much to me because this was where my life changed, and I started to gain what I've become now, I'm still antisocial, a freak, ans a oddity sure... but at least I'm more human then the programed robots I meet now... So I guess what I'm trying to say is that everyone has a snapshot, maybe a self pic, or a family photo, or maybe a picture from someone you grew to love... No matter what always be willing to keep going, to always want the best for others, and to always be willing to forgive- breathing the winds of creation and peace from the torrent of both flaming hate and chilling watery love...

Yeah... I'm gonna go for this on Halloween... Thanks to Mika for this stunning picture

We still hadn’t learned, though, that growing up is all about getting hurt. And then getting over it. You hurt. You recover. You move on. Odds are pretty good you’re just going to get hurt again. But each time, you learn something. Each time, you come out of it a little stronger, and at some point you realize that there are more flavors of pain than coffee. There’s the little empty pain of leaving something behind - gradutaing, taking the next step forward, walking out of something familiar and safe into the unknown. There’s the big, whirling pain of life upending all of your plans and expecations. There’s the sharp little pains of failure, and the more obscure aches of successes that didn’t give you what you thought they would. There are the vicious, stabbing pains of hopes being torn up. The sweet little pains of finding others, giving them your love, and taking joy in their life they grow and learn. There’s the steady pain of empathy that you shrug off so you can stand beside a wounded friend and help them bear their burdens. And if you’re very, very lucky, there are a very few blazing hot little pains you feel when you realized that you are standing in a moment of utter perfection, an instant of triumph, or happiness, or mirth which at the same time cannot possibly last - and yet will remain with you for life. Everyone is down on pain, because they forget something important about it: Pain is for the living. Only the dead don’t feel it. Pain is a part of life. Sometimes it’s a big part, and sometimes it isn’t, but either way, it’s a part of the big puzzle, the deep music, the great game. Pain does two things: It teaches you, tells you that you’re alive. Then it passes away and leaves you changed. It leaves you wiser, sometimes. Sometimes it leaves you stronger. Either way, pain leaves its mark, and everything important that will ever happen to you in life is going to involve it in one degree or another.

Jim Butcher - The Dresden Files: White Night

This quote is long but it is so important to me and so amazing.

(via stirringsagacity)

I fully agree the above on so many levels

O.M.G... I never even knew these versions existed...Whelp it's been a few years since I bought the first book, time to replace it.

I admit, I shamelessly judge books by their covers, and I think I would enjoy The Dresden Files about 30% more if my set featured the European cover art. I love the paper texture, the haphazard taping job, the typewriter font, the various scuffs and stains that Dresden would inevitably accumulate on his case files, and the tagline at the top: MAGIC - IT CAN GET A GUY KILLED.

I'm going for this on Halloween! eXcept I've yet to be able to find a cat that'd be able to enjoy going traveling with the dog, cause my cat hates my dog whhhhy to much! I just need the boots the blaster rod, the staff, several rings and a few random dodads, but IF your in cent. CA, look for the wizard with the dog.

I was bored so I drew Harry, Mister, and Mouse in Adventure Time style. Sweatpants + cowboy boots= facepalm.

“How are you defining love?” “It isn’t a simple formula, Harry. I’m not sure. I recognize it when I see it.” “So what’s love look like?” “You can have everything in the world, but if you don’t have love, none of it means crap,” he said promptly. “Love is patient. Love is kind. Love always forgives, trusts, supports, and endures. Love never fails. When every star in the heavens grows cold, and when silence lies once more on the face of the deep, three things will endure: faith, hope, and love.” “And the greatest of these is love,” I finished. “That’s from the Bible.” “First Corinthians, chapter thirteen,” Thomas confirmed. “I paraphrased. Father makes all of us memorize that passage. Like when parents put those green yucky-face stickers on the poisonous cleaning products under the kitchen sink.”

Blood Rites (Dresden Files book 6) - Jim Butcher (via canceroftheearth)

I've used this quote alot to define love, Thomas (Jim B.) hits it dead on :)

The one thing I didn’t want or need was pity. I’d made my own choices, lived my own life, and even if they hadn’t all been smart choices, there weren’t many of them that I regretted.

Small Favour, Jim Butcher (via hamletsbitch)

Two years ago I first found this song, this was a day before that gf left me

I randomly sang this song the night this last gf cheated on me, I wouldn't find out for a few days later...

2 years... and the shadow and patterns of the old bleed and molest the shades of the present...

Sadly this song has never once not fit my mentality...

4 x 2=8

I'm to old for this shit...

Throwing away petty lies and moods

Thoughts and truths evident in the mind's eye

An eye weak with blindness to facts and hiding tresspasses

I taught myself to hate those who fuck me over...

Yet my nature isn't one of rejection

"You can't force me to change,"

Yet you changed so much

You changed into what you hated

Inception, I WILL make you better...

I will burn and rip and tear your constructions

Reject and gut apart your defences

I will make you see judgement and all it's nails digging into your soul

I will leave you?

Yes and no

I'm not one to cast others aside

I will let you make it up too me

I will wait and give you a reward of my trust and love

I will not force you to change

But if you care about me enough to make this contract

Then you will change into a better person

And only a better person can have me...

Just a random pic of me thinking...

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

My ipods, those things are creatures all their own