Fragile - Blog Posts
C L O S E R .
You pulled me closer,
And closer.
I let your love sink in like venom.
With every drip i found my life hanging between sweet solace of death and the nightmare of the present.
To you I've gifted my life ,
My love.
To you I find my home ;
Yet you seem like the canon that shoots down my fragile home.
High Fidelity by lucid dreaming
draco & ginny : the defectors
Draco had a bad feeling that if Ginny ever used the word please, he would give her anything she asked. Anything she wanted. Just like Theo did — with Pansy.
But Ginny would never do that. She would never beg.
Because she could only take.
Take every part of him without a need to give anything in return.
That’s how fucking close she got.
And he couldn't resist her. Not now, not ever. Because the only time he could call her mine was when she came back for more.
And it was the only thing he wanted.
Mine.
high fidelity by lucid dreaming
the boy who survived the love // fanfic: fragile (draco/ginny)
I want to find my comfort in you instead of building a place to call it a home only to see it collabs on the fragile ground which I misunderstood as stable because they told stories about love and its fiction instead of the truth its pleasure on destruction
She looked hella depressed
"There is a crack in everything that is how the light comes in" Leonard Cohen ❤️🕯️🙏
Radio star
Eastside Radio's Sylvia Rosenblum interviewed four varied artists in residencies including Taronga Zoo, Botanical Gardens and Maritime and me! The interview zeroes in on the community benefit part of my project for Waverley Council about the Parking Officers aka Rangers. Go here http://eastsidefm.org/2012/03/arts-wednesday-artists-in-residence/ and click on Gail Carson to listen.
If you have anything to share as a parking officer or a member of the public with something to say about parking at Waverley, let me know here. I'd love to have your input or question. Over to you!
String of pearls - dissection arranged neatly.
On a envie d'être seule parfois, seule avec sa propre mélancolie, sa fragilité, seule, loin de ce monde qui nous veut toujours forte avec le sourire aux lèvres. Il faudrait des amis, des vrais, de ceux qui, quand tu pleures, ont le mouchoir prêt et te le montre sans rien dire. Auxquels tu peux montrer que, parfois, tu n'es pas si forte, qui, quand tu te sens faible t'ouvrent les bras et t'accueillent pour te protéger en sachant que demain tu feras la même chose pour eux. Parce que chacun d'entre nous a le droit d'être fragile, parfois.
Asha.
To my fragile dreams
I can't sleep because of them, I want to get close to them but their fragility makes me hesitant and I'm afraid of shattering them, and the thought often leaves me feeling anxious. I wonder if I'm strong enough to support these dreams. What if my body isn't supporting me?I don't know what lies ahead. I still have lots of dreams I hope they'll strengthen me.
Thoughts on Love #13
When you didn't tell me the truth, you said it was to protect me. You looked me right in the eyes and said that you didn't want to hurt me.
What you didn't think about was how much it would hurt when I found out. Now I know that you think I am weak, and fragile- that is what hurt the most. All this time I have been trying to be strong and to stand firm when I knew what you were telling me was complete bull.
What hurt me more than the deceit and the dishonesty was the fact that you never even knew me enough to realise that I am anything but delicate.