"I never asked you to become infatuated over me, all I wanted was your understanding. The rest, that was all on you."
— Marie
The Stars Decide
Cancer and Libra may not seem a likely match from the start however it is their very different traits that bring these two together. Both are fascinated and intrigued and share a mutual attraction as soon as they meet.
At first the Cancer may worry that Libra is not serious or too keen on a relationship. Libra loves to party and Cancer much prefers to stay at home in familiar surroundings. However Libra does have a romantic side, which satisfies the sentimental Cancer.
Cancer can sometimes come across as over emotional and needy but the nurturing and caring Libra balances this by fixating on their relationship. In time Cancer grows less insecure thus giving Libra the space that they need sometimes. This makes for a well-balanced relationship.
Communication is the main key in this relationship, both dislike conflict and neither will want to be first to rock the boat however they do need to be more expressive in sorting out any problems if they want the relationship to develop further. Any hidden feelings of anger could lead to discontent in the long run.
Cancer and Libra share a common bond between them, they are lovers of peace and harmony and as long as they make compromises with each other their relationship will continue to thrive leading to an enduring romance.
Enough said
(Source: mystandards)
"I place my heart in an Adamantium chest because I know only Superman can take it out."
— A Great Mind
(Source: i-am-the-oracular-spectacular, via solitarysilhouette)
Moons and Stars
Nancy. Miss Nancy Simone.
Everyone thought it odd that her surname was Simone. It was always like having two first names. But at first glance, it was very clear that this young lady was anything but odd.
You see, to all those who saw her, no matter the gender, a quickening of the heart occurred. To say Nancy was beautiful would definitely be an enormous understatement. Miss Simone had the capability to blow the minds of both male and female, adult and child. It was not just the sexual attraction, it was a certain presence she carried with her. Like for instance the smile she had on her almost porcelain like face, the grace she had when strolling, similar to a prima ballerina. The way she greeted everyone with genuine joy and excitement. The knee-length, puffy 1950’s dresses she wore, that complemented not only the undeniably sensual nature of her curves but her sparking personality too. Miss Simone was, needless to say, an angel on earth.
Despite this, Nancy, and only her alone, knew that with every smile she plastered on her face, there were years worth of emotional abuse she was covering. With every kind gesture she gave to strangers, there lay a child yearning for the same kind gestures from her parents. With every spring in each of her steps, there was an anchor of buried issues dragging her to her past. Every item of clothing she wore reminded her of of the deeply-rooted insecurities she had over her appearance. No, Nancy wasn’t perfect but she preferred that everyone thought that she was. But in deceiving everyone else, Nancy found that she no longer really knew who she was. It should be noted however that there’d been people in her life who’d come close to seeing every corner of her vulnerable mind. Some were family, some friends and others lovers. In the midst of all these people she was still lacking something. Something indescribable, something intangible, something only she knew, something that even Nancy sometimes got puzzled over.
So it’s no surprise that when Seth Kane hurricaned his way into her life, she was more than a little blown away and uprooted from her comfort zone.
Little did she know, Mr. Seth Kane was the beginning of the something indescribable, she had long awaited. He was going to give her the something intangible which Seth himself didn’t know he could give.
Seth and Nancy were about to experience ridiculous amounts of hardship, but it was going to be just fine because together they had something intangible.
Reign on my Parade
Pretty petty things, make you happy.
Obsessed in all that is yourself, seeing nothing else,
Just pretty petty words like the music in Cincinnati.
Listen away to anything that’s not your reality,
Words like diamonds, greatly required but are an item of scarcity.
Your silence is like a waterfall of knives,
Your silence,
Still holds more than all of the lies,
You tell to shy away from caring,
Asking for the sound of your voice,
Cause the quietness is blaring,
Through my veins like a drug.
Feeding off your unplanned negativity,
Relying on faith and hope, might this be stupidity?
My Comfort and Support,
These words I retort.
These words I resort,
To meaning not what they do.
Raising me up to cloud nine,
Sitting on the throne of my heart,
Leaving soon with all that was mine.
The music’s over, the tears rolled away,
My anticipation for your closeness too,
Buried away in your casket of voicelessness.
I’m now roaming in lone aimlessness.
Battered, broken, and shaking I may be, but I will always, always rise to champion the beauty and power of love. It defies understanding, it exists outside morality and sense. It is the blessed fever, the sacred fire, and it is truer than death, life, or any passing triviality.
(via louischanel)
