Your crown links you with Divine force from above, the top of your head, reaching for the heavens. It is associated with an "infinite source of healing energy via devotion, self-realization, wisdom, and enlightenment."
A:
You know how my mom used to deal with trauma when I was a kid?
She’d give me a spoonful of sugar.
Like she was f**king Mary Poppins.
But there was no medicine.
The sugar was the medicine.
B:
Thus the ice cream?
A:
Thus the ice cream.
B:
Two scoops or three?
A:
I'll take three, thanks.
"You take my breath away
You're the one I want to come home to at the end of the day,
You're a guardian angel incarnate, and I want you to stay,
I love the way you play,
You respect my inner gay,
If I'm a horse, you're hay,
What the f*ck did I just say -
I take that one away...
Let's begin another day
Another way,
Um.. hello, hey!?"
Let it also be known that Amy will be back for revenge this weekend.
Let it lastly be known that this is the most hydrated Amy has ever been at work.
Thank you, Cutter.
Thank you, @alenamarieartistry <3
Welcome to the GRAVE RAVE -
This is where the GRAVES RAVE -
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Let it also be known that I ordered nothing -
Except:
- A wonderful, amazing partner (check)
- A trip to Japan (on the way)
- And Reykjavik
- And Hogwarts
- Surprises and blessings beyond my wildest dreams (check)
- Getting paid to write (check)
- Playwright opportunities (check)
- Working with incredible people (check)
- Singing and dancing at Six Flags (check)
- A magical Christmas (Always)
- Adventure (in progress)
- Friends and socialization (Love you, Ash-Vis)
- Good times (thanks world)
- Good food (thanks Uncle George)
- Hydration (thanks Dasani and whoever fills our cooler at work, or and Cutter for bringing the competition for our "Who can drink the most water" contest)
- Oh, and I think I said something about beautiful clothes that fit
- And swimming
- And yoga
- And meditation
- And peace
- And probably good music
- And hugs
- And. I think I'm ready. I think I'm doing it. Now. Somehow.
I feel like time is my grown mother racing ahead of me in the grocery store,
and I want to hold her hand,
but she keeps slipping away from me,
and I'm just a child,
a child trying to keep the pace,
with those tall legs who seem to be in a race,
lost in a solid glass case,
what time can't erase,
I seem to chase,
the pain comes back again and again,
but I'm trying to put it to a useful end,
if I'm the only one who has to go through it,
- but what if I just blew it?
Oh, screw it.
the words filled with suspense,
Sometimes they feel a little dense,
At my own expense,
If my writings fell in the sink, would you give them a rinse?
Try to wash them away?
All I the words I had to say?
Try to cleanse the gray?
How do they flow -
Beyond what I know?
Deeper and deeper in my mind, they grow,
They flood through my mouth,
Words I cannot shout,
They tend to go out,
Filling the space in my throat,
I try to let go,
I try to say no,
To someone I couldn't speak with two years ago,
To someone who said I never said no,
Though I clawed
Though I fought
Though they clasped round my throat,
Someone who made me their own scapegoat,
The reason I cannot go,
Where I want to go,
Well, I guess I could,
But I dunno if I would,
Because I know there's a phantom who isn't a ghost,
Who brings thoughts that seem to drown out the most,
They sit behind my tongue in my throat,
Closing the space, I cannot hold,
for someone -
But don't worry -
the case was closed.