"I Love My Mother. I Really Do.

My mother thinks that Nami is in love with Zoro.

What do I tell to her?

“who needs a cwtch? Is like a hug, but deeper. It is given with the intention of bringing a safe place. "

—said by someone that truly needs a cwtch.

I created a word that, in my eyes, it is legitimy, and in my heart, I hope it to be used and remembered: Verakensi'naísh:

That word would be the one that describes the inability of stop feeling; it would be the name of the deepest form of empathy.

Use it, if you wish to. Write poems with it, let your tongue became familiar with it, be identified, too. I am going to do all of it, and more, but I thought that it would be so selfish of mine to not share this new word with all the ones that needs it.

So here it is. Use it wisely.

—The Solivagant.

So Loki got his throne, sat in the middle of the void, and practically became Yggdrasil. What now? Sigyn appears?

*silently expecting so cause even if Loki mastered the slipping, he became a person to admire, and he doesnt deserves to be alone. Not like that, not like nothing either. He learned his lesson, and proved to every single soul that doubted him, and to himself, that he can be selfless. Let him be happy please, at any way, may it be with Sigyn, Sylvie, anyone. Just don't let him be alone.*

Ah.

Someone can make an edit of the final with "Alone" by Alan Walker.

I miss those times. When childhood made everything brighter, when I used to feel safe with you. I miss all of it, I miss that version of you. But now you left childhood behind, or maybe, just left me behind. And all I want is to rip your throat with my teeth because I don't understand how could you just leave after all we shared. And because of that:

You owe me.

I'm not proud this, but I hope that the memories that haunt me haunts you too.

I bet you'd figured, I'd pass with the winter, be something easy to forget.

—Olivia Rodrigo.

You were my first best friend and my first love. I suppose that's why it hurted more when you left without a word.

Were you afraid of me loving you? You were my friend. Of course I loved you. Was it so difficult? To tell me you didn't feel the same and to make peace? I would have acepted it.

My family makes wanna dissapear.

What if we rewrite the stars... (Say you where meant to be mine); Chapter Three.

When Esther opens her eyes, the first thing she sees is a white light that goes out, and then comes back, and goes out, and comes back. Again and again.

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Where Esther dies and the very death tells her: "Not yet, dear", and the rest is confetti. Until it is not.

read here in ao3.

The grief of an ancient heart.

I do not know something ancient enough to say this with all right, but I can provide a truth as old as time: pain traspasses everything. No one, nor human, god or beyond, is safe from it.

But I can provide hope, too; love is the same. Nor man, creature or being is beyond love, so lay and rest knowing that love can heal you, if you let it.

—The Solivagant.

Some thoughts, quotes and just things I had once that I considered are something worth knowing:

Also some of this are scattered on my writings.

When you are a child, the only thing you may have and that never leaves you are dreams. You dream, with reaching the stars, with walking among clouds, with travelling the world. When you grow up, you realize that stars are far away and are way bigger than you. That clouds are just air, and that the world is too big. Those dreams die. And you have to continue.

Sometimes you like loliness not because you truly do, but because when you needed not to be alone, you were, and you had to like it cause there was no choice.

A sword is not a sword without first passing through the blacksmith's hammer. Pain forges you.

"I am nobody, but thats my advantage. I am a blank space that I and only I can fullfil. I may be nobody, but I can make myself anybody. I can be the one that shows them wrong, I can be the one that rattle the world. I can be the one that defies, I can be the one that fights to be better. And just by that, I am someone. Someone that made something, and for that something I may remain. I may be remembered. And considered. And listened. I am nobody, but I can make myself someone. " —Me analizing THE scene (not the possession, the one when Lockwood practically begs Lucy to stay) of Ep 2 "Let go of Me" from Lockwood and Co. It is needed to say It came out at 3:00 am while I was planning to talk to Netflix.

The only dream I ever had (the only dream that I wrote that Esther from my Sandman fanfic has) is that I want to be able to sing "I Lived" by One Republic with all the right of the universe.

If I ever had an encouter with a celebrity I admire, I will not shout, or go crazy, or do something weird. I will just say hello and see what comes after that.

To dream is to defy, and to defy is to dream.

You're not crazy, you just dont manage to be as false as the mayority.

You may be tired, but please, do not give up. One day you'll look back and laugh, realizing that the pain, the tears, the loliness, all those things that made you bleed, had a purpose.

"Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel". Neil Gaiman, you are wrong. Love is described perfectly on the Bible, on 1 Corinthians 13.

Darkness is interesting, yet dangerous. Be aware of that, always.

You are something to treasure. Your mind, your body, your heart. Do not waste yourself.

Hebrews 11:1

Whatever that comes out of that great and dreamer mind of yours is something worth to know.

Laugh, cry, suffer, fly, dream, love, live. And do not dare to regret any of it.

Random anecdote:

I remember that once my mum asked me what is my type, or, what would I like in a romantic partner. My aunt was there, her sister, that is a year older than me, and she showed interest in the answer I would say.

I showed them both a gif of Lockwood, said that he was my latest fictional crush, and this is how It went;

My mum: really? He's too skinny.

My aunt: yes. If you got to lay in his chest, the boy would broke. Like a spaghetti. Look at his face.

Me: I look at him and I like him and I will not apologize.

My mum: he British?

Me: yes.

My mum: then you can like him all you want. You'l never met him after all.

My aunt: 😧

Me: 🙂

My mum: 😁

In a nutshell, they dont approve my taste.