It will never be too late to make something beautiful, but it needs to be yours.

It's easy to forget that things CAN be truly yours.

Otherwise, you'll find yourself in a copied world, with a copied self, forever chasing something not made for you while neglecting the things that could be.

Instead, create something wholly new, wholly yours, wholly Real. Isn't that what all of This is about?

Isn't that what you're fighting for?

Does it mean anything at all if it's not?

It's a trap I too once fell into! But the crucial thing I learned (as must you) is that love isn't transferable.

Seeking to claim established love for yourself will net you only a diluted imitation.

A tattoo on another's skin won't mean the same when copied onto yours, even with the same artist.

This isn't to say love is unattainable- It's everywhere, if you just look away from that which you've fixed yourself on for a moment.

Rather, what you can't Take is an established love.

Too often, we see the way one loves another and want so desperately to have that for ourselves.

If you seek to steer the attention one gives another towards yourself, you will wait forever, be engulfed by your envy, and grow silently bitter.

Learn from that feeling, understand your pursuit as futile and mutually harmful, and move forward.

You are owed nothing. You can Take anything but love.

i will mythologize neither you nor myself. let's be as we are. let's make what we could be tangible.

take care that your fantasy is for creation, not escapism.

if you're seeking only to give up control, you are lost.

surrender is only a piece of a long process, one which will ultimately let you take MORE control.

don't let the surface appeal of easiness distract you from all you could have.

we will rule over no pile of ashes, but thrive in an orchard we all have made

these godly scars are worn most abundantly by those who take the weight of one-ness upon themselves. some find ways to offset this burden, but a burden it remains.

and so, choice.

to be crowned with a shackle--

or to bear a flame, transferable and ever-changing.

i've reached a point where the latter is more favorable to me- i don't think either can be objective truth, YOU need to choose.

in my observation, i've come to know divinity as something which can be equal parts consumptive and productive. i've seen it shred those who claim it.

or, rather- is that conflation a mistake at all? is it wrong? we are unrecognizable, forever-altered. the dividing line is an idea of "special" i've long learned to disregard.

either it's all divine-- or some of us have simply learned to thrive on the same level ground.

it would be easy to interpret divinity as contagious, if one were making the common mistake of confusing it with the all-too-rare self-love we carve into ourselves, led by those before!

princess of brutality until the day i die

THE DIVINE SANGUINE

gods are people too! basic respect is not a suggestion.

She needed to do no such thing. none of us do.

now, as I reclaim myself, it is an act of reverence-- not finality, but further transformation.

such a short time ago, i was this determined little guilt-wracked thing knocking at Her door, seeking atonement for my own perceived sins through interrogation of the divine

and She humored me, my foolish questions, reassured and conversed with the lost beast at Her door

with all due respect (none),

and so, my inability to pull you free of the life you chose makes me your demon. i will shoulder this burden for you if i must- but i will not surrender myself to captivity in your decaying heart.

a wholly seperate phenomenon!! THIS, i believe, is a sort of worship of the self.

something which can take many different forms, constructive and destructive.

knowing you as i do, i can say with confidence that you do it in a healthier and more beautiful way than nearly anyone else i've met.

a poetic way to put it! i believe, ultimately, that it's more a worship of stimulation, of entertainment, of special-ness. which is to say, not worship at all.

the idea of worship is fun, tantalizing, erotic.

finding the beauty of the pure stuff is a hurdle many never cross.

strive to be a simple thing living a life of complexity. there is no crueller fate than that of one compensating for a tiny life by smearing the shredded gore of the self across as wide a span as possible.

when you worship indiscriminately, you worship nothing at all

i watch those who hate me strive constantly for even a taste of being the sort of thing i've made myself into. i find a cruel satisfaction in knowing they'll never get it.

i once believed that all things must be taken. i understand now that one's claiming of beauty is a delicate balance, between taking and accepting.

control is not yours.

there is still no "deserve".

that desperation to be special is a bandage slapped over a hollow existence. only once you embrace the beauty of reality will you be fulfilled.

no gods, only muses. in an ideal, the two are indistinguishable.

too many lose the muse to chase the taste of god, never realizing that eager legs carry them only backward.

we hold unique potential to be different. we strive to be. is that enough?

bleakly ironic how averse to reflection some are

consider for one moment that the way you affect others may be different from the way you perceive yourself. your self-perception is a weak, mutable thing, rarely even close to reality. it is never the hill to die on-- especially if you see yourself as incapable of causing harm.