When Someone Takes Taurus Out For Dinner 

Five Senses

I have come to the conclusion

That down here on this Earth

The five senses that I posses

Are not for my benifit alone

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These two eyes of mine

Humble in color and shape

Are here to see you smile

To look upon your lovely face

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There two ears of mine

Deaf to most in the world

Are present to hear your voice

A song of heavens symphony

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This one nose of mine

That works hard through the days

It’s main purpose in my life

Is to reconize your natural scent

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This sense of taste I have

One of my favorite to this day

Is to catch the taboo sweetness

Your lips posses when they are on mine

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And finally this sense of touch

That allows me to feel pain

Is only to ensure that I can tell

When your hand is resting in mine

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There is no other way to explain

This new discovery of mine

Except just to let you know that

These five senses belong to you

Careful What You Say, You May Just Mean It

I wonder if there isn’t a reason why writers are so careful with their words outside of their stories. Is it because we know how easy it is to destroy with a few simple letters? I know some of us have constructed orders and decrees that make a lovable person die. I know some of us have constructed passages telling of a once beautiful land’s demise. We’re written hurtful truths to make little ones cry, harsh lies that drive the doubtful mad, and we’ve spun words to sentences that decide fates of entire worlds within seconds. We require precision, we strive to learn the exact art of it, so when it comes down to an important moment, we’ve all learned how to write the things that can sting the most because it is what we live off of.

So I wonder, if all this may just be true, if that’s why we know to pick and choose our verbal battles. We know, maybe better than anyone, what damage just one word can do. And yes, sometimes we can’t avoid it, sometimes pain needs to be spoken, but maybe, just maybe, those of us who have written those same pains know how to soften the blow just a bit. And maybe, again, just maybe, it has become an unconscious but very important nature in some of us. 

All will happen with the right timing, you know it will. Trust in the universe, but most importantly, always trust in yourself. Your creative power is limitless.

Cowboy Bebop Session #5: Ballad of Fallen Angels

Getting a Handle on Guns

Anonymous asked: Do you have any posts on how to show a gunshot wound? I saw your sword fighting reblog and I’m stuck in my story because I don’t want to put out any bad information.

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What is the biggest conflict your ship faces and how do they overcome it?

In the Victorian era, hand-fans were used not only to cool oneself but also as a secret way to communicate the language of love. For example, by running one’s fingers through the fan’s ribs, one is trying to say, “I want to talk to you.” The enigmatic language of the fan was widely used by both men and women. I. A fan placed near the heart. “You have won my love.” II. A closed fan touching the right eye. “When may I be allowed to see you?” III. A closed fan moved threateningly. “Do not act so impudently!” IV. A half-opened fan pressed to the lips. “You may kiss me.” V. Covering the left ear with an open fan. “Do not betray my secret.” VI. Hiding the eyes behind an open fan. “I love you.” VII. Shutting a fully open fan slowly. “I promise to marry you.” VIII. Fanning oneself slowly. “I am married.” IX. Letting one’s fan rest on the right cheek or the left. “Yes” and “No”, interchangeably. X. Opening and closing the fan several times. “You are cruel.” XI. Fan in front of the face. “Follow me.” XII. Twirling the fan in the left hand. “We are being watched.” XIII. Fan held over left ear. “I wish to be rid of you.” XIV. Carrying an open fan in the left hand. “Come and talk to me.” XV. Opening a fan wide. “Wait for me.” XVI. Placing the fan behind the head with finger. “Goodbye.” [Artwork: Secret, by Lee Yun-hi.]

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