Welcome to the mirror that shoves past your skin, muscle and bone
I have poetry titles at the top, please stop by and pick one to read and reblog, if you like. Also, please try to leave a source back to me. If you click the title to a poem, scroll down to see it afterward.
Remember all of those photo quotes about how you speak your mind, you're not a bitch/dick, just "honest"? If You don't care if I don't like what you say; then I will take the same respect.
“He asked his uncle whether or not he would get into heaven if he killed himself, & then did. What was already a heart-breaking story became even more overwhelming for everyone, cause it was two people, two children who didn’t need to die. It’s still a lot to take in, it’s still a lot to think about & make sense of.
This is a tragedy, & how overwhelming it still is to me, today, years later & mostly unaffected, it wasn’t someone i knew that got killed, or that killed himself, but it’s still been difficult for me to really fully process.”
- Jordan Dreyer
Rare Khanda Sword
- Dated: 15th or 16th century
- Culture: Indian
- Place of Origin: probably South India
- Measurements: overall length: 32.25in (820mm). Blade length: 26.5in (670mm)
This is a very rare and very early Indian sword. It has an unusual Khanda style with a double edged blade, two wide fullers running the entire length, and a flared tip. There is an etched number of “1888” which is probably a museum or armoury number.
The sword is very ornate and has heavy blade straps with lovely cut and shaped edges, almost in a Gothic style. The straps join a Yonic shaped cup of two pieces, from which extends the grip, which is entirely punch-dot marked.
The pommel has been restored with a copper disc, it is likely that this is an old repair, and is common in these swords, since the original swords had fragile pommel discs sometimes fixed with wood, which would rot with age.
Source: Copyright © 2013 Akaal Arms
So I might get back into writing. I think my vocabulary has begun to suffer out of sheer withdrawal, and I feel certain aspects of my personality have simply gone dormant and need to awaken again.
Me and my Timmy. :)
Psht, me and my Wolf.
to my friends and family who deal with self-harm
Elke River (via corpses-symphony)
I saw the stars in your eyes,
The bluest skies
I longed to be the moon reflected in them.