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- "Help Me Fly, My Wings Are Broken"
- "What's Best? (Reprise)"
- "What's Best?/Solace In Seldom Solitude"
- "Pain"
- Quotes
- Doubly Hard [Perchance]
- The Index Card Edition [Year 2012]
This is late, however:Immorality will forever be immortal:
Because without Bad there would be no Good,
Adversely, without Good there would be no BadAnd how does Good feel, knowing that without Bad there can be no Good,
And how does Bad feel knowing it is just the absence of Good; a tainted…
I got a ’D’ today
I died a little inside,
I got a ‘C’ today
I cried,
I got a 'B’ today
I thought I could do better
I studied long, I put in effort
I tried as hard as I could
I got an 'A’ today,
It was amazing
So take it from me:
You can do anything you set your mind to,
To make it possible you just have to put in your best efforts — really
Try and, most importantly,
Believe in yourself
You have the world in your hands,
And just so you know —
I believe in you
— Astraea L. Skylar
SO i wanna get more practice with calligraphy.
i’m doing uncial hand, round hand, italic hand, and there’s some others in the book i have.
reblog and i’ll do your url with at least two (most likely four) different hands and varying thicknesses. if you wanna request something, please do so. I could definitely use the practice.
i’ll submit or tag you in yours
thanks in advance!
Astraea L. Skylar
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Immorality will forever be immortal:
Because without Bad there would be no Good,
Adversely, without Good there would be no BadAnd how does Good feel, knowing that without Bad there can be no Good,
And how does Bad feel knowing it is just the absence of Good; a tainted corruption?And how does Good feel, knowing how easy it is to succumb to Bad,
And how does Bad feel, knowing it cannot last forever?And how does Good feel, knowing that it cannot live without Bad,
And how does Bad feel, knowing it cannot live without Good?And when a person is placed into the equation,
How can they deal;Walking the fine line between Good and Bad,
Treading softly:
Sometimes slipping off the path,
Sometimes remaining;
Sometimes getting back on the path,
Sometimes remainingAnd Good and Bad abide:
Coming and going,
Being fed from temptations and inclinations,
From thoughts and actions,
From empathy, sympathy, and apathyAnd Good and Bad persist:
Moral and Immoral, always there —
Universal, never-ending, equivocally, irrevocably, solid and intangible TruthAnd Good and Bad both prevail:
The last things standing in a dead encompassment
Because:
Without Bad there would be no Good,
Adversely, without Good there would be no Bad
And so they will stay locked together:
Always fighting;
Battles will be won and lost,
But the war will never endNo one will remain supreme, no one will be called The Victor,
Because people are people and animals are animals and good is good and bad is bad but Good comes from Bad and Bad falls from Good and…As long as anything livingbreathingthinkingfeeling survives,
War will always rage between Good and Bad ―
And so while none will reign,
Good may remain,
And Bad will not wane,
Immorality will forever be immortal —
Enduring amongst Morality
— Astraea L. Skylar
“Tread softly and break not my heart; my heart which beats solely for you and you alone.” —Astraea L. Skylar
I dreamt of you again. I guess there’s much to be said of subconscious desires making themselves known by way of dreams. Can you find it wrong of me to never want to wake; knowing that I can never fully have you hurts me so. However, I know that when I dream you’ll be mine, my own. I never seem to want to wake, to leave you; I always want to dream, knowing you’ll be with me.
Let me never wake if this is all just a dream, let me never sleep if this is all too real. To want but not be able to have is something I know all too well—to look but not touch, to see but not watch, to hear but not listen—and I think I want you all the more for it, because there’s also much to be said about the forbidden fruit.
Thrice I have dreamt of you; however, I know I can never have you — to want but not be able to have is such an infinitely, terrible fate.