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[seasage-phd]

Qualms

Would they come for you if you left?

Would they pine, try their best to have you?

Would they move mountains to keep you in their life?

Would they want you... the way you want them?

[your-rose-highness]

On Warmth

A little exploration into the world of instant gratification, and you will find something rather striking.

The living in 'extremes'.

The world today thinks in binaries (unfortunately). It's either absolute ignorance or undiluted visionaries of the last stage. It's either too hot or too cold, am I right?

We live in between these polarities. Care to explore the route in between? Stop and watch the sunset, Sniff the fresh summer's morning, stand a while to pet the cat on the sidewalk, lift the hunched shoulders and watch those two strangers dramatically talk to each other.

Oh, to be able to smile at your neighbours and nod a hello, to share lunchboxes at recess with your pals, to bite into a ripe apple and hear the luxurious crunch.

No, I prefer to notice the carefully picked scent on your clothes and the appreciation in your voice in conversations.

I prefer to note the warmth of your palms in mine. The tiny knocks on my desk that remind me to drink water, all the gestures of warmth. And, no, it's not sparks flying, it's not hot, there's no 'heat'.

But the warmth, we so easily dismiss is read between the polarities and speaks in gigantic waves.

Find warmth, my dears. It is quite misplaced and ignored. No amount of ignorance and sparks can replace it. Rest assured, warmth cannot be spoken. It can only be felt.

[ao3feed-ineffablehusbandz]

[Podfic] Something Wanting in My Nature

[Podfic] Something Wanting in My Nature

by SeaSage

Recording of the delightfully sweet and funny story by Mugatu.

Author's original summary: I saw this tumblr prompt and my hand slipped.

"Okay which one of you is going to write the Ineffable Husbands college professor AU with the extremely sweet and over-sharing professor fawning over their spouse and the standoff-ish secretive professor who reveals absolutely nothing about their private life who turned out to be married? "

https://ift.tt/RTgdfhk

Words: 0, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, M/M

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Pepper/Adam Young (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - College/University, POV Outsider

From https://ift.tt/EIBkgVl https://archiveofourown.org/works/44015250

[seasage-phd]

The artist and the world

What a life the artist leads.

To be able to immerse oneself in the intricate details of this tapestry, while it pricks the finger once a while.

While the rest of the world hustles towards the goalposts, I admire the artist's leisurely stance softly brushing the grass, the flowers and the weeds. For they stop to pepper them with their love.

How beautifully carved is the artist's mind. To absorb the dance of the trees, to understand love stirred into a warm bowl of soup, to yearn for the beloved only to be destroyed by reason.

I want to learn the ways of an artist and sit in their bubble while they ruminate. Be able to touch their thoughts and relish their pauses against the stream of the everflowing life.

[your-rose-highness]

On society's nincompoops

Unreasonable? Illogical? Unfathomable?

Living through days of criterion which places itself on the shoulders of everything apart from the actual requirement has forever been the time's buffoonery. It persists and will continue to do so.

Fight your own battles. But, trying to reason with clowns shouldn't be part of your everyday.

Giving up is the best option here. Give up. Don't have expectations. Live your life to the fullest. Stay glad and happy, my dear readers.

[seasage-phd]

you lose a part of you everytime you stretch yourself thin for others. Especially the others who do not deserve it. Once again, dear readers, I find myself at the dead end. The truth remains that if you care too soon, people will take it for granted.

you lose a part of you everytime you crave care from someone who does not. You a lose a part of you each time someone dissapoints you.

Is being ruthless the answer? probably.

Better ruthless than being too kind, dear reader. That shit will leave you in shambles.

[seasage-phd]

Today was draft submission day. I've been working on revising this draft for a while now and good comments from the supervisor means evening spent leisurely and crediting myself for carrying on.

At the bakery to get some sweet treats and rewatching a favourite kdrama

[seasage-phd]

The startling number of people who enter relationships for the "feeling" of it keeps growing. For various reasons, this is perverse. For why would you indulge in people's feelings for the way it makes you feel and not wish to keep it?

"But, we'd never be happy together in the long run.."- Then don't use this idleness to entertain a relationship. How do we forget that we are, in fact, dealing with other people? With lives, emotions, feelings?

"It's just fun to be with them."- And when it's not "fun" (because their definition of fun can be borderline ridiculously perverse), you find new vessels of fun? Get a hobby, people.

"I'm just bored."- If you've been bored for 6 months, then you need therapy.

So many of us are just half-baked people. It's stifling to live around most of them.

[your-rose-highness]

In your embrace, there lies respite

Lying on the grass beds, you roll over to ask, "Do you love me?", his eyes shut, he whispers in affirmation. A wave of how much lingers in her afterthoughts. So much of forever is discussed in the universe. It pains to know the souls destroyed in its pursuit; Martyrs.

The shattering hearts are a deterring noise all around, one such yours, the mighty heart will shudder at its sight.

Rolling over the grass, he places his warm palm over your head, answering the echoes in your heart. "A lot. A lot more than you can imagine" And you slip into slumber in his embrace.

[your-rose-highness]

Home front.

It's the searching of your eyes in confusion. It's also the scrunch between your brows of assurance. It's the unspoken light nod of reliance.

I'm here. It'll be okay.

And, once again... I'm home, dear reader.

[your-rose-highness]

On blessings

Living is subjective to the individual. Circumstances are what was attracted into your life. We are disconnected. From life, from purpose, and from your spirit. We are unable to receive the blessings intended for us simply because we refuse to stop filling the void with meaningless connections. Success will make no difference if you do not enjoy what you do and its process. Failure will make you correct your ways. Love will make no difference if you forced yourself to connect with them. Failure in it, will make you re-consider your partners. Religion will make no difference if there is no reverence for the higher forces. Failure will only make you seek spirituality rather than obeying religious laws.

Blessings are disguised, dear readers. And, you choosing to level up your personhood and your way of life will attract it. It does not force itself on anyone, not even the most unfortunate.

You seek yourself, and your blessings will find you.

[seasage-phd]

The river of pain

Trauma leaving your body is painful. More painful than the event itself. It picks up the cues of the past to stab you at random hours of the day when you least expect it.

It comes in waves. Each varying in form and size tremendously.

"it becomes easier to ride these waves", says a dear friend. Grateful for such pure souls around me this time. Always ready to catch when i stumble upon an unforeseen mistep of trauma.

Some resort to quick measures. A quick fix. But everything comes at a cost.

This... this quiet braving of waves is the hardest path of them all. It would take immense strength. Never easy. At least it repairs what is broken with sincerity.

[your-rose-highness]

Guard your heart, dear reader.

Dear Reader,

I wonder why you keep entangling yourself in this mesh of hope and dreams of love that doesn't seem to exist on this earth. The times have altered themselves, and humans find themselves dipping their toes into people's lives, never seeking their true depth.

The fear the intensity of truth, of love, of loyalty and of being held accountable at the thought of it.

We are humans too, and we hope, that the next person walking in will have intentions of gold, but alas. Reader dearest, guard your heart. No one else will. They will promise a million things, slowly uncover the hurt, and leave you out in the open.

Raw, wound exposed and all the bloody work of sewing yourself back will be your weak heart once again.

The image of it recoils me. As it should yours.

Guard thy heart, reader. Do not break yourself for another vermin.

[your-rose-highness]

10th Dec, 2023

Dear Reader,

It's over.

I confronted the lies he braided to tell me.. while he whispered sweet nothings to many of my kind. His words that continue to ring in my soul are crashing onto my ribcage, trying to shake me from within... make me beg for him back, welcome his lying, conniving self back into the fortress of peace I've built myself.

There it is. The waters are now calm around me, but the castle walls peel in horror. Another person etched in the book. And this time, a name that never really cared about the castle, just the company and the place to scream empty words.

Nothing else.

No one else.

It's over.

[your-rose-highness]

it is december, and once again i find myself at the crossroads. last december the brave heart rose for an embrace and only found living corpses promising the everlasting lust instead.

a year later, i stand here, alive, yes. a bag of lessons earned instead, but not love found. it remains to be a joke in this day. and shall remain to be for a while.

[your-rose-highness]

On Romance

I got asked yesterday, "Do you even know romance?"

And, then the person proceeded to prove me wrong by blatantly stating that, I had not.

Spurring a thought from it, I wondered, What is romance?

We all seem to know it, and yet, it is something that informs itself collectively. My idea of romance may vary from yours. We are after all different people.

Love for me lies in the mundane activities. It's less about the grand gestures and more in the things your partner does for you. Learns your love languages to show you love and identifies things you do that scream, "I love and appreciate you and your presence."

Physical intimacy (not just limited to sex) is also one such. The tiny finger holds, the caressing of the palms, the long hug after a tiring day, just melting in their arms... these things matter.

They show you romance by listening to your worries, by sharing your happiness, by helping you find a solution, or sometimes by merely existing next to you, letting you know.. You are not alone.

This is romance to me. Probably an adult version of the same.

Now, its not ideal to look for someone who does ALL of these. Ideal is someone who is willing to learn them. Taking time to explore the relationship with someone, explore the person.

That's romance.