Spring lodge

Our story is unsullied, Our passion rules us like the King in the north. Although winter is coming, What we feel for each other is Stark. They can shoot at us their canisters, But we will thrive like the Lanisters. We will keep going strong despite the opposition, Even the night king can’t stand in the way of our love. I swear my love to you, In the name of all the old gods and the new. I’ll give anything for you, From my little finger to my soul. Our Love is born of fire, Our safe word in bed is Dracarys. What we have going for us is pure liquid metal, Even the mother of dragons would melt in it. A man had no name before he met you, You gave me a reason to live. I’ll be Jamie, if you’ll be Cerci, Together till the very end—always and forever.

  I’ve been feeling like this lately. I’m almost 30 years old. I’ve been playing video games (usually RPG’s) for as long as I can remember. I love them. I took a hiatus in my early to mid twenties due to mental health and other issues. Once I got my shit together about three and a half years ago, someone recommended that I play Nier. I was completely captivated by it, and fell in love with video games all over again. Since then, for about the past three years, I have just been playing non-stop. As soon as I finish one game, I’m already setting up the next one, like an obsession. I always take care of my responsibilities in life, but almost all of my free personal time goes to video games. I love them to death, but I’ve been feeling angsty lately. What if I spent my time developing a skill? Furthering my career talents? Learning an instrument, or a new language?? I love my hobby, but sometimes I feel like all I’m ever doing is sitting around on a console. I don’t really have a point to

Through early morning fog I see Visions of the things to be The pains that are withheld for me I realize and I can see That suicide is painless It brings on many changes And I can take or leave it If I please The game of life is hard to play I'm gonna lose it anyway The losing card I'll someday lay So this is all I have to say Suicide is painless (suicide) It brings on many changes And I can take or leave it If I please The sword of time will pierce our skins It doesn't hurt when it begins But as it works its way on in The pain grows stronger, watch it grin Suicide is painless It brings on many changes And I can take or leave it If I please A brave man once requested me To answer questions that are key "Is it to be or not to be?" And I replied, "Oh, why ask me?" Suicide is painless It brings on many changes And I can take or leave it If I please And you can do the same thing If you please

  Thought I found a way out, But you never go away, So I guess I gotta stay now  I hope some day I'll make it out of here Even if it takes all night or a hundred years Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near Wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear Isn't it lovely, all alone Heart made of glass, my mind of stone Tear me to pieces, skin to bone Hello, welcome home Walkin' out of town Lookin' for a better place (lookin' for a better place) Something's on my mind (mind) Always in my head space But I know some day I'll make it out of here Even if it takes all night or a hundred years Need a place to hide, but I can't find one near Wanna feel alive, outside I can't fight my fear Isn't it lovely, all alone Heart made of glass, my mind of stone Tear me to pieces, skin to bone Hello, welcome home.

  My dark and lonely days seem to consume every bit of me, Only awakening to the daily emptiness of my soul. No matter how hard I try to fix this internal void, I'm knocked back down to square one with an even deeper hole. Hit after hit, no time to see what's coming, I'm lost and wounded, no feeling of any loving. I guess it's partly my fault, for hiding this inside, It's too late to tell now, my hands are sadly tied. I see no more light, my hope has slowly faded, All that once was bright, is now just cold and shaded. I curl into a ball, scared of everything, Who will hurt me next? Can I trust a thing? Depression has sunken deep, I lie at it's dreadful hand, Anxiety makes me weep, I suffer at it's demand. It's no way to live, I know that for sure, But it's the only way I know, I've searched long for a cure. Nothing comes to be, no answers at all for me, I take the days as they unfold, doing as I'm told. Not really feeling, just barely being,

  I am not there, I do not sleep. I am  a  thousand winds that blow; I am the diamond glints  on the  snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain; I am the gentle  autumn's  rain. When  you  awaken in the  morning's hush, I am the swift  uplifting  rush Of quiet birds in  circled  flight. I am the  soft star that shines at  night. Do not stand  at  my grave and cry. I am not there; I did not die.

  Do you believe people can be totally unaware that they are in love? I believe that, because it’s happened to me. I always thought I loved somebody if everything felt perfect. But lately I’ve come to realization that maybe it isn’t so. Just because it feels perfect in the moment it doesn’t mean you love that person. Crushes are different; I have had many crushes that have maybe lasted a few weeks or months. But that doesn’t mean I love everyone I had a crush on. It’s the long lasting things that are important. I think perfect and right are also two different things, it may feel perfect as in “head over heels”, but then there is a point when it feels right. Realizing you love somebody can be hard and take a long time, but you may realize too late that you love somebody, then you walk around thinking “what if’s” and “could I have” etc. Sometimes you find yourself loving the wrong person and the worst times. This friend and I have a long and tensed history; we have been through a lot tog

It is 1984, and she is the 39-year-old only daughter of her parents’ long and loving marriage. Her mother has suffered a stroke, so Braitman has flown from California to New York to be with her. She finds her mom awake, but groggy, and hopped up on meds. After an embrace, her mother asks, “So, how’s your boyfriend?” “Mom, what boyfriend?” Braitman replies. “We broke up six months ago.” Braitman patiently retells the story of their split: He wasn’t the right guy, it just didn’t work out. Her mom reacts with disappointment. Then a moment later, she looks up and says, “So, how’s your boyfriend?” Dumbfounded, Braitman repeats the explanation. After another beat, her mom asks the question again. And then again. And again. We went around and around in this circle of hell,” Braitman recalls from her condo at the foot of the Hollywood Hills. “In the little capacity she had left of her brain, all she wanted to know was: Who am I with?” Braitman’s mom died six weeks later. She had always loved h

  Bodhichitta is the unfailing method for attaining enlightenment. It has two aspects, relative and absolute. Relative Bodhichitta is practised using ordinary mental processes and is comparatively easy to develop. Nevertheless, the benefits that flow from it are immeasurable, for  a mind in which the precious Bodhichitta has been born will never again fall into the lower realms of samsara. Finally, all the qualities of the Mahayana Path, as teeming and vast as the ocean, are distilled and essentialised in  Bodhichitta, the mind of enlightenment.  We must prepare ourselves for this practice by following the instructions in the sadhana of Chenrezig, 'Take refuge in the Three jewels and meditate on Bodhichitta. Consider that all your virtuous acts of body, speech and mind are for the whole multitude of beings, numerous  as the sky is vast.' It is said in the teachings that, 'Since beings are countless, the  benefit of wishing them well is unlimited.' And how many beings th