AngelicaS1780
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A gorgeous photo… and those hands.
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A gorgeous photo… and those hands.
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It almost looks as though you are about to pounce on an unsuspecting something or someone. I really like that.
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It's good to see you posting on this side of Lit, again.
Thank you.
I'm not cutout to be anywhere else but here.
Which I'm perfectly fine with.
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I really like the textures in this shot. The grain of the wood with the grain of your body.
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AngelicaS1780
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If by great you mean easier, I’ll give you that.
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Extemporaneous stream of consciousness writing is quite easy for me. Which in turn makes me insufferable and exhausting at times.
On the court, fairway, kitchen, or stable there is no record left. No thoughts challenged. No emotions hurt. Just good game. good show. it was fun. Even if you sucked that particular day.
I was laying in bed thinking about this.
When and why did I subscribed to the belief/practice of getting it all out on the page rather than not on the court? Not by way of academic achievement?
I feel like I was duped somehow. Like if I were to write I'd whittle away at the angst and bullshit I felt.
Far fucking from it.
All it has done was lock me further inside my head. It's fucking bullshit.
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Wow. I was really frustrated with myself in that last post.
Still am.
Life goes on.
It's Valentine's Day. Lonely people are sad. Couples are burdened with the task of expressing the right kind of love for each other. Neither of which is certain. Is it romantic love? Is it wanton lust?
Awkward sex will be had. It will finish. And then everyone goes back to checking their social media accounts and wordle or whateverthefuck.
And that's it. That's the day.
I like this day.
Not so much for the bullshit it's supposed to be like.
But rather in that it gets me to think about the love story of Eros and Psyche.
I wrote a little FanFic piece/series about it. I don't remember if it's in this thread or the last. Doesn't matter. It was back when I thought I was smarter than I am.
I'm no expert on Greek/Roman mythology and as such stories go there's many versions all stick to the same theme. Pretty human, jealous god, shit goes awry.
Basically Psyche is the pretty woman. Aphrodite is all like "who's this bitch? she can't be going after the sexy men I want! And I'll be damned if she's available to the sexy men that want her!" And she's all like "EROS!" And Eros is like "oh what now
" and Aphrodite says "see her? make her fall madly in love with something gross" and Eros is like "easy enough"
So night of the mission Eros is all cloak-and-dagger. Because that's how he works. You don't know when that shit hits you. And that's how he likes it.
So he's all up in his ninja skills being the dark within the night. And as he approaches her sleeping he's all "holy shit... she's... she's beautiful..."
But as myths go she's also psychic... Psyche. Psychic. Get it? I digress
So she stirs awake causing Eros to dart back into hiding. And Psyche is like "Who bath there be in thine chambers!"
Eros is all quiet but also like "shit yo." Because he's never been caught.
And as Psyche sits up in her bed. Her nightgown clinging to her naked body like wet silk in the moonlight, Eros feels something hot, wet and sticky running down the front of his chest. He runs his hand through it to see what it is in the moonlight. And upon seeing that it is blood he's all like "oh fuck. this is not good" for it is then when he realized in the haste of not being discovered he had run himself threw with his own arrow and who is but before him? Psyche.
And because she is... well... Psyche she; unable to see him through the darkness, looks straight into his eyes. And he's like... oh.... fuck.
Breaks the arrow end off. Pulls the rest of it through. Darts off.
Back home Aphrodite is like... "well?" And Eros is like "I don't want to talk about it." And Aphrodite is like "what? why." And Eros is like "I said I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!"
Aphrodite learns of his failure and sends the four winds to complete the task that he couldn't. And Psyche is whisked off into exile. Destination unknown.
Eros does what he can to maintain but he is absolutely madly in love with Psyche and burst through the chamber doors of Aphrodite disrupting her super awesome double anal gangbang and is all like "WHERE IS SHE!!!" And Aphrodite is all like "neeener neeener neeeeeener!"
And Eros is like... "You know what? Fuck you then."
A year passes. Springtime happens. Aphrodite opens the curtains to peer out upon the fertile blooming fields of the earth and what she sees...
What she sees....
Is absolute desolation.
No blooming flowers. No frolicking fawns. No baby bunnies. No... nothing that one longs to see after a long winter spell
And Aphrodite is like... "EROS!!!!!"
Already at the door to witness her horror of the beauty of his art he says to her "You gods do take me for granted. I've brought you all so much and in your revelry you forget that I too... am a god. You all... lost in your own immortality do not see or suffer the pains of death. Whereas I am there at the cradle of stillborn childern cutting open the hearts of parents. I am there in the homes of those that have lost ones upon the battlefields in the wars of which you have orchestrated. I am before the beginning. And I am after the end. Now look out upon your garden my sweet Aphrodite. Is this a game you wish to play?
Where.
Is.
Psyche?"
And so she told him.
And so... yeah. Happy Valentine's Day.
Still am.
Life goes on.
It's Valentine's Day. Lonely people are sad. Couples are burdened with the task of expressing the right kind of love for each other. Neither of which is certain. Is it romantic love? Is it wanton lust?
Awkward sex will be had. It will finish. And then everyone goes back to checking their social media accounts and wordle or whateverthefuck.
And that's it. That's the day.
I like this day.
Not so much for the bullshit it's supposed to be like.
But rather in that it gets me to think about the love story of Eros and Psyche.
I wrote a little FanFic piece/series about it. I don't remember if it's in this thread or the last. Doesn't matter. It was back when I thought I was smarter than I am.
I'm no expert on Greek/Roman mythology and as such stories go there's many versions all stick to the same theme. Pretty human, jealous god, shit goes awry.
Basically Psyche is the pretty woman. Aphrodite is all like "who's this bitch? she can't be going after the sexy men I want! And I'll be damned if she's available to the sexy men that want her!" And she's all like "EROS!" And Eros is like "oh what now
" and Aphrodite says "see her? make her fall madly in love with something gross" and Eros is like "easy enough"So night of the mission Eros is all cloak-and-dagger. Because that's how he works. You don't know when that shit hits you. And that's how he likes it.
So he's all up in his ninja skills being the dark within the night. And as he approaches her sleeping he's all "holy shit... she's... she's beautiful..."
But as myths go she's also psychic... Psyche. Psychic. Get it? I digress
So she stirs awake causing Eros to dart back into hiding. And Psyche is like "Who bath there be in thine chambers!"
Eros is all quiet but also like "shit yo." Because he's never been caught.
And as Psyche sits up in her bed. Her nightgown clinging to her naked body like wet silk in the moonlight, Eros feels something hot, wet and sticky running down the front of his chest. He runs his hand through it to see what it is in the moonlight. And upon seeing that it is blood he's all like "oh fuck. this is not good" for it is then when he realized in the haste of not being discovered he had run himself threw with his own arrow and who is but before him? Psyche.
And because she is... well... Psyche she; unable to see him through the darkness, looks straight into his eyes. And he's like... oh.... fuck.
Breaks the arrow end off. Pulls the rest of it through. Darts off.
Back home Aphrodite is like... "well?" And Eros is like "I don't want to talk about it." And Aphrodite is like "what? why." And Eros is like "I said I DON'T WANT TO TALK ABOUT IT!"
Aphrodite learns of his failure and sends the four winds to complete the task that he couldn't. And Psyche is whisked off into exile. Destination unknown.
Eros does what he can to maintain but he is absolutely madly in love with Psyche and burst through the chamber doors of Aphrodite disrupting her super awesome double anal gangbang and is all like "WHERE IS SHE!!!" And Aphrodite is all like "neeener neeener neeeeeener!"
And Eros is like... "You know what? Fuck you then."
A year passes. Springtime happens. Aphrodite opens the curtains to peer out upon the fertile blooming fields of the earth and what she sees...
What she sees....
Is absolute desolation.
No blooming flowers. No frolicking fawns. No baby bunnies. No... nothing that one longs to see after a long winter spell
And Aphrodite is like... "EROS!!!!!"
Already at the door to witness her horror of the beauty of his art he says to her "You gods do take me for granted. I've brought you all so much and in your revelry you forget that I too... am a god. You all... lost in your own immortality do not see or suffer the pains of death. Whereas I am there at the cradle of stillborn childern cutting open the hearts of parents. I am there in the homes of those that have lost ones upon the battlefields in the wars of which you have orchestrated. I am before the beginning. And I am after the end. Now look out upon your garden my sweet Aphrodite. Is this a game you wish to play?
Where.
Is.
Psyche?"
And so she told him.
And so... yeah. Happy Valentine's Day.
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I might have switched my major to Classics if you had been the professor.
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In my house we use Valentine's Day as an excuse to consume themed sugar and that's about it.
I really enjoyed your retelling. "Fuck you then" indeed.
Thank you.
I really enjoyed your retelling. "Fuck you then" indeed.
Thank you.
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I stood dead still in the dark
Clutching my chest
Blood of my heart
Running down the length of my arm
Invisible I was
As clear air
Is in the night sky
But yet
When I looked up upon her
Her eyes were looking into mine
And it was then when I felt the pain
Though still where I stood
I felt what was mortal of me
Walk towards her
As a silent breeze of the night
And caress her cheek
With the back of my hand
Her hand
Taking mine into it
Holding me like so
Against the beauty of her flesh
And being
I fell so into her
And felt --she, in her knowing
So into me
It was then I fled
Off into the night
Back amongst the stars
Yet she held me
All throughout the distance.
I stood dead still in the dark
Clutching my chest
Blood of my heart
Running down the length of my arm
Invisible I was
As clear air
Is in the night sky
But yet
When I looked up upon her
Her eyes were looking into mine
And it was then when I felt the pain
Though still where I stood
I felt what was mortal of me
Walk towards her
As a silent breeze of the night
And caress her cheek
With the back of my hand
Her hand
Taking mine into it
Holding me like so
Against the beauty of her flesh
And being
I fell so into her
And felt --she, in her knowing
So into me
It was then I fled
Off into the night
Back amongst the stars
Yet she held me
All throughout the distance.
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I'd ask you if you wanted to race. But ah... You kinda got a ways to go yet.
