well well well. if it isn’t my old friend, the dawning realization that i fucked up real bad
There is no
No amount of kisses,
cups of tea,
or core-shaking laughs
will fix you.
You have to save yourself.
You have to
for that peace.
Where is the horse? Where the young warrior? Where now the gift-giver?
Where are the feast-seats? Where all the hall-joys?
Alas for the bright cup! Alas byrnied warrior!
Alas the lord’s glory! How this time hastens,
grows dark under night-helm, as it were not!
Stands now behind the dear warband
a wondrous high wall, varied with snake-shapes,
warriors forsaken by might of the ash-spears,
corpse-hungry weapons—famous that fate—
and this stone-cliff storms dash on;
snowstorm, attacking, binds all the ground,
tumult of winter, when the dark one comes,
night-shadow blackens, sends from the north
rough hailstorm in anger toward men.
All is the earth-realm laden with hardship,
fate of creation turns world under heaven.
Here goldhoard passes, here friendship passes,
here mankind passes, here kinsman passes:
all does this earth-frame turn worthless!
So said the one wise in mind, at secret conclaves sat him apart.
Good, he who keeps faith, nor too quickly his grief
from his breast makes known, except he, noble, knows how beforehand to do cure with courage.
If he slay me, he does fair justice.
And what a thing it is to be the envy of the gods;
To be forever dreading the clock,
The waxing and waning of the moon –
Knowing any phase could be the last.
It is all so beautiful to live in the moment,
When any could turn upon you,
Lift you in its grasp and claim you.
You will never look lovelier in their eyes than you do now,
Never again feel this moon, this sun, this touch.
Mortality is a curse we have all been doomed by.
We will never be here again.
He who fights with monsters should be careful he doesn’t become a monster himself. Unless that makes him more effective at fighting monsters. Like he becomes a badass werewolf who knows how to use a sword and has magic armor. That’d be so rad.
Be more beautiful, cute and perfect! I dare ya!
Dolce & Gabbana Spring 2015
Give me books, French wine, fruit, fine weather and a little music played out of doors by somebody I do not know.
Author John Scalzi was on a roll this morning (currently 7:14 AM, 26 Sept. 2014) with a tweet he found from some guy sending out an “ultimatum” to women to “make a choice” between feminism and, well, men like him. So Scalzi launched into a truly magnificent set of scorchers, which I’m posting here for the delectation of people everywhere.
Also: I would like to thank that guy for setting the ultimatum. It makes finding a boyfriend so much easier when the undesirable ones wear a placard identifying themselves.