#lord i could go on but i shant

[bxngthedoldrums]

a petekey reading of so much (for) stardust

aka you knew i'd do this aka i didnt take four literature classes in college for nothing aka make sure your tinfoil hat is SECURED to your noggin aka dear lord forgive me for committing sins of petekey in the year of 2023

look. i have to do this or i don't deserve this blog. amen

~ love from the other side

okay. yea, immediately the "you were the sunshine of my lifetime" thing is sort of sus, because we all know pete wentz and anytime sun or summer is involved it's Something. this is solidified in "summer falling through our fingers again" in verse 2, but it's interesting that he uses "ours" in this lyric bc i feel like recently most of pete's summer lyrics have been pretty self-inflicted. it's impossible to not note the whole "inscribed like stone and faded by the rain" in the bridge v. "the tombstones were waiting" line in bang the doldrums. i shant even elaborate u can pick up what i'm laying down!

~ heartbreak feels so good

i think this song is pretty light on petekey imagery but "light from a screen of messages unsent" kinda reminds me of "some nights it gets so bad i almost pick up the phone" in ginasfs but i could be reaching for Sure. let's be real that's all i do

~ hold me like a grudge

honestly i think this is one of the worst petekey offenders on the album. this one had me gawking at my screen as i read the lyrics. "thaw out my freezer burn feelings for twenty summers" ??? be SERIOUS pete... "part-time soulmate, full-time problem" yeah I GET IT I GET IT !!! the whole thing reeks of 2005 summertime fling

~ fake out

"do you laugh about me whenever i leave?" bonkers ass line,,this reminds me of pete's lj writing in those years after 2005,,,"my mood board is just pictures of you, but i'm not sad anymore" YEAH. this is SO pete holy fuck. that classic wentz obsession,,"we did for futures that never came and for pasts that we're never gonna change" this line's got me on the fuckin FLOOR. also classic pete!!! his perchance for nostalgia is just insane and he really feels it huh

~ heaven, iowa

i dont even know how to get into this one. "kiss my cheek, baby, please/would you read my eulogy?" SICK and TWISTED evil!!! evil!!! "i will never ask you for anything except to dream sweet of me" jesus h christ the melancholy is off the charts but holy fuck this song is so,,,tender? i dont know wht to say but i know this was written w summer of love intention. i know this in my heart. "scar-crossed lovers, forever" OKAY I KNOW !!! this song is DEVASTATING verse 2 is fucked UP and the bridge is too!!! "closed my eyes inside your darkness and found your glow"???? i cantr og on

~ so good right now

i can't really discern any particularly petekey lyrics in this one right away but the whole "i cut myself down to be whatever you need me to be" is pretty fucking wild

~ i am my own muse

there's some really sad lyrics in this one ab the whole future-not-going-as-planned thing that comes up so frequently in pete's writing but honestly the whole "let's twist the knife again, twist the knife again like we did last summer" thing made my head explode. every lover's got a lil dagger in their hands!!!

~ flu game

im not gonna sit here and type out ths whole fucking song but oh my GOD bro. this song to me is a really nice callback to pete's older style of lyricism but that comes with the self-deprecation and all the other really sad shit. it's beautiful! it's horrible! i love it!!! its about mikey i cant even pul out a few lyrics just LISTEN

~ baby annihilation

another fucked up one that literally anyone else in fob should have vetoed but OKAY?? "time is luck and i wish ours overlapped more or for longer" MAN SHUT UP. "self sabotage at best, under your spell/but you know what they say, if you want a job done right, you gotta do it yourself" ..........dude. if you're like me and you've poured over pete's oooold lj posts from the mid 2000s you already get it, but if you havent,,,go do it and get back to me bc this is TOO MUHC im unwell. "what is there between us if not a little annihilation?" i think i hauve covid

~ the kintsugi kid (ten years)

this song is really fucking sad actually. there's so much fear of being forgotten on this album and it's showcased really beautifully in this song,,,mayhaps not the most obviously petekey song but god damn

~ what a time to be alive

this song's about covid and quarantine n it's pretty easy on the whole suffering from a fling in 2005 thing! good job pete and fob

~ so much (for) stardust

this song is kinda suspicious but there's very few lines that really solidify it as a petekey song,,, altho "i think i've been going through it, and ive been putting your name through it" is a really interesting lyric. and OF COURSE, "in another life, you were my babe/in another life, you were the sunshine of my lifetime" happy xmas war is over

#petekey #had to do it to em #man what the FUCK goes on

[yatgb]

wip title game

Thanks @theghostofashton for the open tag :3

missing is going to be my interperetation on how the fuck marie was doing after putting in that missing persons report for callie (hint: not good)

gay fish is my calf1sh wip where they. um. i shant say

Untitled Document (a lovely twin) is my unnamed fic where i explore what exactly dedf1sh is made of and how that affects her. If only i knew what a dna test looked like

ocean man take me by the hand is agent 8 going through deep introspection abt herself and also three is there

geetar is my neo 3 happy content <3 genuinely just some bonding moments with the rest of the NSS before it all goes to shit

Fistfight is my next 10k mariver fic where marie and shiver. Well i think you can guess

Untitled Document (my other beautiful twin) is my c-side posting because i love beika being a little bitch

and finally moych is my next character study abt murch living in splatsville. bc hes my homie

I have no clue when im going to finish any of these and i have no clue when any new wips will start. I already have an idea for 2 more lord help me. Obviously these titles arent final. Could you imagine tho coukd you imagine me posting the best fic ive ever written and just calling it untitled document. Itd be so funny

I get nervous tagging people so uh. if u wanna do this u can say i tagged u <3

#splatoon #splatoon fanfic #yeah i have brainrot about sea creatyres #what abt it #also yes i dont name all my wips #i have so many untitled documents #and i hardly care #its like a sick animal you cant name it right away in case it dies you dont wanna vet too attatcges

[marshallmatherslptwo]

Eminem: Hip-hop saved my life

"Can y’all hear me? I can’t hear me. Can you hear me?

"This s--t’s crazy. So I wrote some s--t down tonight that I’m never going to f---ing remember, so I had to read it off the paper and s--t, but it’s from the heart. I realize what an honor it is right now for me to be up here tonight, and what a privilege it is to do the music that I love, and the music that basically saved my life.

"Where'd the man, where did Dre go? The man who saved my life, ladies and gentlemen, Dr. motherf---in’ Dre. So I'm going to try to make this as quick and painless as possible. I’m f---ing stuttering and s--t, I mean Jesus Christ.

"So I’m probably not supposed to actually be here tonight because of a couple of reasons. One of them that I’m a rapper, and this is the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. And there’s only a few of us right now that have been inducted in already, but there’s only a few of us.

"Secondly, I almost died from an overdose in 2007, which kind of sucked. Hailie, plug your ears: because drugs were f---ing delicious, and I thought we had a good thing going man, but I had to go and f--- it all up and take too many. God d--n. OK Hailie.

"OK, so. Hold on, I lost my motherf---in' spot. Paul, did I say, I said drugs were delicious, right? And finally, I had to really fight my way through man to try and break through in this music, and I'm so honored and I'm so grateful that I'm even able to be up here doing hip-hip music, man, because I love it so much.

And they say you won't work a day if you love your job and s--t. This part I'm not crazy about? But, OK.

"My musical influences are many, and they say it takes a village to raise a child. Well it took a whole genre and culture to raise me.

"They say success has many fathers, and that’s definitely true for me. So whatever my impact has been on hip-hop music, I never would have or could have done this s--t without some of the groundbreaking artists that I'm about to mention right now.

"And this is a list man, I put this list together yesterday. And I kept adding to the s--t, adding to the s--t, and if I forget anybody, I apologize. But these were my teachers right here:

"I'm gonna start with the 2 Live Crew, 2Pac, 3rd Bass, Alliance, Apache, Audio Two — Milk Dee, what up! — Awesome Dre, the Beastie Boys, Big Daddy Kane, Big Pun, Big L, Biz Markie, the Notorious B.I.G. of course, Black Moon, the Boogie Monsters, Brand Nubian, Brother J from X Clan, Buckshot, Casual from Heiroglyphics, Chill Rob G, Chubb Rock, Chuck D and Public Enemy, Cypress Hill, D-Nice, Dana Dane, De La Soul — now I’m about a third of the way done.

"De La Soul, did I say De La Soul? Def Jef, Del the Funky Homosapien, DJ Quik, Dr. Dre of course, Dres from Black Sheep, Ed O.G., EPMD, Fat Boys, Fat Joe, Fu-Schnickens, Gang Starr, Geto Boys, Heavy D, House of Pain, Ice Cube, Ice-T, the Intelligent Hoodlum, JJ Fad, Jaz-O, Jazzy Jeff and the Fresh Prince, Just Ice, K-Solo, Kid & Play: I'm a tenth of the way done.

"King Sun, King Tee, Kool G Rap, Kool Moe Dee, KRS-One, Kwame, Lakim Shabazz, Large Professor, Leaders of the New School, the one and only LL Cool J — love you bro. Lord Finesse, Lords of the Underground, Mantronix, Masta Ace, MC Breed, MC Lyte, MC Shan, Melle Mel, Merciless Ameer, Mobb Deep, Monie Love, Nas, Newcleus, Onyx, Organized Konfusion, Outkast, Andre 3000, Paris, Pharcyde, Queen Latifah, Rakim, Redhead Kingpin, Pete Rock and CL Smooth, I’m almost done.

"Redman, Roxanne Shante, Run-D.M.C., Salt-N-Pepa, Slick Rick and Doug E. Fresh, Snoop Dogg, Souls of Mischief, Special Ed, Stetsasonic, now I’m all down to the S’s. Super Lover Cee and Casanova Rud, the D.O.C., the Roots, Black Thought, the Skinny Boys, Tony D, Too $hort, Treach from Naughty By Nature, A Tribe Called Quest, U.T.F.O., Whodini, Wise Intelligent and the Poor Righteous Teachers, Wu-Tang Clan and YZ.

"Those were my rock stars man, and I just want to say, like, those are just a few of the names that I hope will be considered in the future for induction. Because without them, a lot of us wouldn’t be here. I know I wouldn’t.

"So that’s all I had to say, man. I know this induction is supposed to be me talking about myself and s--t man, but f--- that. I would not be here without them. I’m a high school dropout man, with a hip-hop education, and these were my teachers. And it's their night just as much as it is mine. So thank you."

Hip-hop saved Eminem's life, he saved mine! Congratulations Em, and Thank You!!

#rock and roll hall of fame #eminem #marshall mathers #slim shady #2022

[gayspock]

its like i am rather ambivalent towards caitlyn to be quite honest with you. like its like my goodness me, if theres one thing i hate more than aristocracy its a cop.

#Egg.txt #arcane liveblog #i was going to go on a long talk abt exactly the parts of her depictions that i find... a little irritating #like im frankly like i said ambivalent towards her #but i shy and shake my head at some parts #i shant speak too much bc my lord that could devolve into some terrible discourse but i roll my eyes a little you know because like #obviously obviously the enforcers are corrupt and they DONT not depict that #however with caitlyn its also like #okay so caitlyn ... can leverage her position as a rich girl to do whatever she wants in her job? #even if thus far its been mostly ''for good'' on principle i dont like it #SORRY for being fussy its just like (eye rolls) lord knows... #and its like oh woe is me because im a rich girl cop i dont care so much #and this isnt me complaining OUTRIGHT abt the depiction btw- like im not angry angry at the show for like doing that as a character lol #bc it is . kind of doing some legwork in shwoing that oh ehrm. caitlyn is sorta up her own arse. #before anyone tries to get silly im just complaining abt caitlyn like heyyyyyy vi? #vi? (twirls my hair) #hi vi baby girl. teehee. (starts playing girlfriend by avril lavigne) #i will say this is all such a shame bc i know vi and caitlyn are like a big ship yah? and i was sooo pumped like #oh cute we get some girlies for once a- oh...? thats... caitlyn #oh.... #like LOL whyd it always end up like this sniff sniff #not that i was gonna involve myself in tht stuff that much but it woulda been cute to see n'aw </3

[mull3ts]

Ok errbody,  it's the peachy family's or neocrackheads group chat's 2nd month anniversary 🍷✨

*insert wine glass clinking coz fuck it*

Peachy family in a nutshell 🍑:

We’re all just Pokemon that type like  t h i s 

LETTUCE BEGIN!

@nct127grass | GRACE! 😎

Oh lord- OK SO gracie sweetie ✨ hello :D aH yEs the first person to litterally type

"hey fam 😎" with that exact emoji

Grace, you've lingered on my blog for a while honestly ahEm ik what u be doin to the point where I can say: I've known abt your existence before the gc. You've honestly made me feel like I'm in middle school again saying "fam" and "dope" so congrats ✨. anYwhOdLeZ you're vv nice and could be one of the nicest people I've ever met 👀. You're always vv supportive and understanding so I thank you for that 🤧 I dAre to say that sometimes, you're like the internet sister i've always wanted 👁💧👄💧👁.

What remindes me of grace: earrings, plushies, sharkies, smuts, more importantly my smuts 😏, asks, anons, cute goth lolita kinda things, bangchan from straykids dont ask, wedding rings

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@sunflowerhae | GWEN! 👼🏻

Hai gwennie :D The time we evolved from ot4 to ot5, thank you for being our pokemon evolution 🤧💫

Gwennnnnn, you just keep it real 💅🏻. The owner of the "👼🏻" emoji 😔✋. Gwen legit, I love you death. (boop period.) (but i wuv all of you to death so,,, 😌). You're the only calm-ish one. And I also feel like you're if not ooper then kinda adventurous with your collabs and ✨jazz✨. And I vibe 🤧. I shant forget when the group chat was so heated on everyone's face 😌. In a summary: I wuv you gwendolyn.

Gwen thingz: tarot cards, the sun, the movie lolita, bright ass crayons, sunflowers, zenon the movie, yellow pencils

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@nanajaems0308 | JUJU!

Part one out of two for accepting them into the gc coz you think your kids know them 😌

Juju, hello :D. You were actually the first person that I talked to oUt of the gc, as in, sending eachother asks but them bAm we got discord 🔥. I've probably had the weirdest convos w you so thanks for accepting my "crackhead nature". and you're sucessfully my bro's favourite niece so congrats ✨ AND WE'VE TALKED AT WINX CLUB AND THE BARBIE MOVIES 😌✋ I FUCKING STAN. pLus you're on your way to becoming a comedic legend 😎 so in a summary: juju you're vv easy to talk to and you're ooper nice and i will deck any dood or woman or anYOne that tries to come @ you

Juju TiNgZ: my laptop 👁👄👁, my lotion 👁👄👁, haircombs, jaemin, seventeen's dino wtf ik , hulahoops, strawberries, the color teal or turquoise

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@kunswifegwen | GWEN/GGTRJ!

Part 2 out of 2 of accepting hoomans into the gc coz you assumes your kids knew them so you added them

GGTRJ HIIIII HOE~sOO idk if you count as my child or in law, but I'll count you as an in law just incase gwen and grace wanna adopt you 👀. anywaySSSsSsSs I distinctly remember having kinda of a awkward convo w you in the gc coz there was just a bunch of exchanges of "fam" and mOviNg oN. I'd be down to virtualy sip wine with you anyway fam 😎 you just give me those "clink clink bitch" sorta vibes. You've only been in the gc for like a month but whatever, wuv ya.

ggtrj tinGz: dilf jeno, pewdiepie, frogs, Lionel Richie, the titanic, Versace, that one juul ad i always see on tiktok, dinosaurs

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@huangvibez | Zainab

oMG hi! Lmao im sorry anywOdLez *iNhALe* an ot4 member 👁💧👄💧👁 hol up im switching tomy laptop coz tumblr's being wonky

oK IM NOW GOING TO MAKE THINGS SHORT SWEET N KINDA SAPPY

HAI ZAINAB you’re vv easy to talk to and I vibe w it. A moment I remember the most abt you is when I told you that Robert Paterson would yell at me if his ketchup packet was 1.4 ounces instead of 1 ounce and when you wanted to see a vampire fic and I told you I had a Jeno one and it still lays in my drafts to this day. Yeehaw wuv ya <3

Zainab tinGz: Zayn Malik idk, big time rush, blue pens, renjun’s shoulders, grapes, hello kitty lunch boxes, soccos, lemons and socks.

@bbjisungg​ | CISSY!

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oK sO,,,,we honestly don’t talk much but lEgiT i really don’t care tho coz I still wuv you thy talented child :D

cissy tiNgZ: grass, trees, basically pLants, bunnies, glitter, the we go up era, gummy bears

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@bbyyangiex2​ | ELIE! 🍄

O heY elie :D sO Imma start off by saying that honestly,,,,you’d be gr8 friends with npc me 😌. She’s like me but only 4 months older than you 🤩. Anywhodlez let’s gOoOooOoo 

oK so elie, you’re vv talented likE IDC WHAT OTHER HOOMANS SAY BUT I THINK YOU’RE ABSOLUTELY AMAZING. Like stop stfu- yOu cAnt cHangE mY minD eLiE yOure dOpe. Anywhodlez, I remember that one time although idk if you’d know but whAtEvEr. When we were dropping pics of ourselves and you suggested that i was like one of those ullzangs? idk, but then I got a pic of one and you didn’t question in so i was kinda sitting there like 👁👄👁 and proceeded to laugh my bOOty off. Dw tho, I still wuv ya sweetie, I wouldn’t question it either tbh ;-;

Elie tiNgZ: WayV, toenails, sprite, boba, matcha boba, any boba, eyeliner, the middle finger, roller skates, Yangyang, orange juice?, a kid that’s able to hold a convo with me even when you pee (if you know you know)

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OK SO mkAy peachy family! Hi it’s just mEeeeEeEeEe so in a summary I wuv you all...alot 💖💖💖

sincerely,

abi your resident milf <3 

#peachy family anniversary #200812

[dailyaudiobible]

11/21/2020 DAB Transcript

Ezekiel 42:1-43:27, James 5:1-20, Psalms 119:1-16, Proverbs 28:6-7

Today is the 21st day of November welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I'm Brian it's great to be here with you and keep this journey going as we end another one of our weeks together and prepare tomorrow to go through the threshold of a shiny sparkly new one but we’re here now. And let's finish this week well. We’ve been reading from the New Living Translation this week. Today, Ezekiel chapters 42 and 43.

Prayer:

Father we thank You for Your word, we thank You for another week. We’re looking at the weeks and they’re just diminishing. We’re looking at the seasons and we’re finding ourselves in complete transition. We’re mere days away from the holiday season and a part of…parts of our hearts are so excited just to feel peace on earth, the joy, this…the unity that kind of comes around this season. Yeah, this has been the strangest year of our lives for most of us. And, so, we’re moving into a new season and new territory and You are not surprised, and You will be there through the joy and the melancholy of it all. You will be there through the highs and the lows of it all. You're the one constant that we certainly can depend upon, the only constant that we can certainly depend upon. And we depend upon You for life itself. You are the source of life. You are the most-high, and no matter what other things that I can come up with to say and no matter what else the brothers and sisters within the hearing of my voice could come up with to say, we would still fall short. We can't describe You. You are indescribable. Your beauty and authority and might have no bounds. We have no grid of reference whatsoever. And yet You love us? You even know we are? Ans this is what the Scriptures tell us, and this is what we live into, and this is what we believe, that You have brought us to be a part of Your family, sons and daughters of the most-high. Of course, You will walk through us through this next season and every season for all eternity and we are grateful, and we are hopeful in that. Come Holy Spirit we pray as we put this week to rest and prepare to move forward into all that You have for us. We pray these things in the name of Jesus. Amen.

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Community Prayer and Praise:

[singing starts] thankful thankful thankful [singing stops]. Thankful for Kingdom Seeker Daniel and Lady of Victory. Thank you so much for that. Oh my gosh you guys have such beautiful voices. My name is Grace Filled DeCastro and basically as soon as I heard you guys singing, I just knew it was you. You are gifted and there’s just something about the two of you that just always makes me smile. I seem to know your voices without, you know, even blinking I know it’s you guys. I just want to say thank you Brian for this amazing podcast. I mean, it’s done so much for myself, my family, and friends that I actually have invited to just listen and they’ve stuck to it and some who are not believers are slowly getting there. So, I’m really really grateful. I would like to ask the DABbers if they could pray for a friend of mine. She’s a believer. Her name is Marie and her husband Gray who has, I just found out, had a mild stroke and is in the hospital at the moment. Please pray for full recovery and that he’s able to come home in Jesus’ name. Thank you once again. [singing starts] thankful thankful thankful [singing stops]. Thank you. Have a blessed blessed day everybody. Love you guys. Bye-bye.

Good morning daily audio Bible family this is Shante calling from the Treasure Coast of Florida. Wow it has been one week yesterday since we have been here in Florida and we have been so so blessed. We love our new place. All the kids have their own rooms and we have just, you know, enough space, a nice backyard. We’ve not had that in a good while, in some years. And anyway, I started my job yesterday and the people are so nice. It’s a nice large campus and I am working with two people in my immediate area. We have enough space to space out and, you know, not have to wear masks the entire day because we’re keeping ourselves…social distancing. But yeah, I’m just so excited. They’re like, “yeah just take your time. No rush. And learn everything, you know, we don’t want to overwhelm you.” And I’m…I’m just so grateful. I’m just like pinching myself. Like it’s such a shift from where we were at, you know, from being furloughed for seven months or so and just…just all the different situations we been through these last years and I’m so grateful, so so very grateful. I just praise God so very much and I thank you all for your prayers over the years that have brought us to this point. And yeah, I just wanted to call in with that continual praise report. I know I had to call in a praise report because God is so good and I…I just I …

Well hello from beautiful Cincinnati Ohio this is Daniel Johnson Junior. How are you? Yeah today as I was listening, I went for a walk and a happy co…a happy coincidence happened. So, I had just spent time with my wife earlier this morning and I was reading to her Psalm 116 and that turned out to also be the Psalm for today. Just a little story about a 21-year-old young man back in college. Seemed a lot like this person that’s described in Psalm 116 today. Just feeling so troubled in life, directionless and then God reached down and helped him, brought people into his life to help show him the truth. And when he…when I was 21 years old on this day November 17th, which is now 21…29 years later, I declared that Jesus was Lord truly for the first time and I got baptized. And just as today marks that anniversary I’m feeling just very emotional about all that God has brought me through and all that God will continue to bring me through. And I believe that the best response that I have here is in verse 12 through 14 and I’ll read it from the version we read today the Living Translation. “What can I offer the Lord for all He has done for me? I will lift up the cup of salvation and praise the Lord’s name for saving me. I will keep my promises to the Lord in the presence of all His people.” May that be the case for me. God bless you from beautiful Cincinnati Ohio make it a great…

Hey DABbers I’m calling in for Dorothea who is a teacher on the West Coast and for all first responders from the cashiers and…and grocery guys in the grocery store stocking shelves, the teachers, the doctors, everybody, pharmacists, firemen, truck drivers. There’s so many people I can’t even name them all. But right now, in the name of Jesus I commit them, I commit them, we commit you to the mighty hand of God and we pray blessings over you, comfort overview, relief over you. May blessed be the God and father of the Lord Jesus Christ for you, the Father of sympathy and the God of every comfort. May you be encouraged may He come for you with every trouble so that you may also be able to comfort those who are in any kind of trouble or distress with the comfort that you yourself have received from the mighty hand of God. And right now in the name of Jesus I pray that all the small and temporary troubles, hurts, fatigue, I pray right now in the name of Jesus that the power of the Holy Spirit will follow up on each of you and fill you with the strength and the energy and health and life so that you can continue to be a blessing to all those who come in your path. I pray for refreshing of your spirit that you will be refreshed. I pray that you will receive blessings from the north south east and west. I pray that God would put in your life and in your path people who can bless you and give you strength and encouragement and shower you with love. We love all of our first responders, everyone from the…from every aspect of making this life that we live now in this pandemic go. We thank you; we give honor and glory to God for you, and we ask that you will stay strong and steadfast. Amen.

[mediaeval-muse]

Book Review... Laurel O’Donnell, “A Knight With Grace”

Rating: 1/5 stars

Genre: historical romance

Part of a Series? Yes, #1 of 2 (so far)

Summary: Lady Grace Willoughby defies her father’s orders to marry Sir William de Tracy and escapes with a friend. She has no intention of wedding a cursed man, a man ostracized from the church, a man who would only doom any future children they might have to the fires of Hell. She prays for a knight to rescue her. Excommunicated and outcast for a horrible crime in his past, Sir William de Tracy searches for forgiveness. Marriage has never crossed his mind until Lord Willoughby commissions him to retrieve his fleeing daughter and honor the dying wish of his father by marrying Grace. But things are not as they seem. And when an assassin tries to kill Grace, William must choose between his soul and the woman he has come to love. Can William and Grace overcome their past and find the redemption and love both are so desperately seeking?

***Full review under the cut.***

Overview: I bought this book solely because the back made me go, “Wait, if he’s an assassin, and he got excommunicated, I wonder if he murdered Thomas Becket.” AND LO AND BEHOLD, TO MY SURPRISE, I WAS RIGHT. That’s not really a spoiler, since we find out on page 10. As a medievalist, I’m not expecting my fiction to be historically accurate, much less historical romance, so my main reason for giving this book a low rating isn’t the history. It’s the prose. This book was only 176 pages, but the prose made it near impossible to get through. Otherwise, I would have loved a medieval romance set in a time period close to the one I study. But alas, this book failed to even meet my expectations for a fun, escapist fantasy.

Trigger Warnings: violence, blood

Evaluation

Writing: I don’t mean to be rude, but the writing in this book was atrocious. I understand that romance books are supposed to be light and fun, not literary, but the amount of telling instead of showing in this book made it impossible for me to get invested in the story or its characters. We are told that Grace has affection for characters rather than shown, we are told backstory rather than letting it unfold gradually, and we are told what characters are feeling rather than seeing it manifest through their actions. There isn’t much variety in how we’re told something either. Blood is referred to as “dark red liquid” multiple times, William's hair hangs in dark brown waves at least three times, etc. I know that not everyone will write poetic prose, but something more interesting would have gone a long way. The prose also lacks flow. O’Donnell likes to use a lot of sentences that are roughly the same length, interspersed with a couple of short fragments or a list of questions to create impact. But the effect was that the rhythm felt robotic. For example: “Th room behind her was silent. Strangely quiet. And then a large clatter came from inside the room followed by a roar of rage that so scared Grace she back pedaled into a shadowed corner and pulled her knees to her chest. What had happened? Was her mother dead? Was that what was making her father so angry? Was he so angry because he was losing her?” (p. 3). The prose feels heavy and overwritten, not letting the reader make connections for themselves. The dialogue is similar, which makes conversations feel wooden. For example: “‘You look pale. Are you feeling all right?’ Curtis asked. Grace looked at him in disbelief. ‘I’m worried. I’m frightened. I’m tired.’ ‘Do you want to go back?’ ‘Never!’ she hissed. She shook her head and waved away her worry. ‘It’s too late. I can’t go back. And I don’t want to.’“ It didn’t feel like real people were speaking to each other. The characters also speak inconsistently - sometimes, a “ye” or “shant” would be thrown in at odd moments, so the dialogue was half “old fashioned” and half updated.

Plot: I’ll admit, as soon as I found out the hero had murdered Thomas Becket, I screamed with joy. It’s silly, but I enjoyed it immensely. But right away, the pace of the story seemed be off. We spend one chapter in the present, then skip ahead 3 months for the next chapter, then skip ahead another month again - and all 3 chapters are only 16 pages! With all that time skipping around, it felt like O’Donnell didn’t quite know how to make meaningful events happen in a timely manner. Aside from that, there wasn’t anything about the plot that stood out. William and Grace mostly travel and don’t really do much. The events that do take place don’t do a lot to bring them together in a meaningful way, in my opinion. At one point, the assassin shows up and makes plot happen, but he’s mostly lurking in the background, so he isn’t very intimidating. When we get a big reveal towards the end about Grace’s father’s plot, I just wasn’t into it. It seemed cartoonish and not at all exciting, so rooted in raging misogyny that I couldn’t find it enjoyable.

Characters: It’s hard for me to evaluate the characters because I didn’t really feel connected to them. Grace and William didn’t have much personality - Grace wanted to escape her father and an arranged marriage, William was a self-hating man of honor. That’s mostly it. Grace doesn’t seem to be all that smart or feisty, as she doesn’t have a clue how to operate outside a sheltered castle life and doesn’t fight tooth and nail once William captures her. The plans she does have are simple and not at all well thought-out. It’s probably why her escape attempt only lasts a week. William falls for her because she’s nice to him. Side characters weren’t even that compelling. Curtis, Grace’s supposed close friend who risks his life and position to take her away from her father, apparently just wanted money. It was disappointing, since it meant that Grace had no positive relationships in her life AT ALL. When she finally does get one, after meeting William’s cousin Emily, it’s quickly taken away because we can’t have nice things in the Middle Ages. Grace’s father was perhaps the most annoying to me, personally. We start off the novel with Grace’s mother dying, and Grace is subsequently mistreated by her father. His disdain for her lasts throughout the book, and his reason is eyeroll-worthy. Maybe it’s a personal preference but I’m so sick of medieval heroines having fathers that treat them like dirt - it’s overdone, and it’s not an interesting way to achieve “realism” is historical fiction.

Other Historicism: I know I said I don’t expect my fiction to be historically accurate, but there were so many things that could have been adjusted so that the setting felt less generic. Like the fact that anyone only seems to eat bread and rabbit. Or that Grace wears one gown that rips easily and her hair is uncovered. Or that William goes to mass despite being excommunicated. Small things that would have been a nice gesture towards enthusiasm for the time period.

Moving on to Book 2? No.

Recommendations: I honestly wouldn’t even recommend this book to romance readers. There’s much better romance out there.

#book reviews

[wanna1studio]

NON-REQUEST: studio ghibli au // kiki’s delivery service // part 1

genre: slight angst/ some fluff

fic style: bulletpoints

summary: You’ve moved to the sea side of Venice to live on your own as a witch, but you’re not as welcomed as you thought you’d be. People treat you like a zoo animal and you weren’t having that. Since you’re only witchy talent is flying, you began a delivery partnership with a bakery. & a young and handsome inventor takes an interest in you.

warnings: slight bullying

it’s been about a month now since you’ve left your parents 

it was a witch’s duty to leave the town she grew up in to live on her own at the age of 18

you moved to Venice by the Adriatic Sea because of the clear view 

almost everyone is still treating you like literal shit

“why are there still creatures like her roaming on OUR planet?!”

“she’s going to corrupt our city”

“she doesn’t even belong here”

witches are a dying species and humans are flourishing now more than ever

nowadays witches are seen as a bad omen

but you’re not bothered by it

they are all talk and no action

beside, there are some kind souls in the city

like Osono and her husband 

they own a local bakery and with a baby on the way, they needed an extra hand as a delivery personnel

with Jiji as your talking black cat as a companion

they make living in Venice worthwhile

“y/n!!! You worked hard today! GO TAKE A BREAK NOW!”

okay Osono mom #2

you head on out with Jiji to the grassy hill near the outskirts of the woods

hoping to see Ursula, another kind-hearted human, so you can watch her paint

dammit

of course the stuck-up poshy triplets are back at it again with their “trying too hard” look, walking towards you and black cat insert meangirls

“well well, if it isn’t y/n, or should I say, a scrap-scavenging rat”

Bridgette was the leader of this unfortunate group, while the other two jeered and giggled

“lord have mercy on me for I shant pummel all of your faces right now”

you scowled, pull up your sleeve of your black attire

“HEY Y/N!!! LONG TIME NO SEE!!”

a pair of strong arms wrapped around your waist from behind

you elbowed the fella behind you

you knew exactly who it was

“OMG ITS SEONGWOO AHHHHHH~ Y/N HOw DaRE yOU hIT OuR OPpa!!!”

you wanted to vomit

it was the usual routine

whenever you waltz out of the bakery you bump into these girls and “prince charming” swoops in to “save you”

1) you needed no saving, you’re an independent

2) especially from some good-looking snob, Ong Seongwoo

“girls girls, there’s n-nothing to worry about! that’s just how we communicate amiright y/n?”

Ong Seongwoo, the city’s heartthrob, everyone loves him, from the little infants to the elders

wouldn’t be surprised if bugs go out of their way to fly by him

but for some reason you just hated him 

“sure”

you hopped on your broom and left, hoping he wouldn’t follow

but you bet yo ass he did

“yeah no problem, just saved you again today~ you should thank your hero”

ooh that nerve

“I could’ve handled it just fine so excuse me, I have to get back to work”

you just wanted to leeaavvee

“but I heard Osono say to take a break like 5 minutes ago from outside the shop” boyyy stalkerish much

“LOOK. I don’t know why you’re infatuated with me, maybe you have a witch fetish or something. BUT just so you know, I don’t like you, so please. leave me alone.”

he stops in front of your tracks

“girl… you betta run his ass over” Jiji mumbled as he licked his ears clean

you try to brush pass him

suddenly you feel his hands firmly grasp your wrist as he turned you around

insert dramatic hair flip like they do in the shampoo ads

his hands were clammy, you could tell he was nervous

which was weird, since he always seemed confident

he makes strong eye contact with you before he realizes your actually looking into his eyes

with haste, he lets go of your hands and looks down at his feet as he scratches his head

“I-I d-don’t even know what a witch fetish is, BUT just so YOU know, I really like you. Maybe it was love at first sight.. b-but when I saw you. flying on that broom along the breeze.. I just wanted to know what it was like to fly..”

maybe he does like you?

but you didn’t want to be a subject to his experiments

you scoffed

“is this a way for you to use me? to get you to fly? absolutely not”

pride caused you to put up this front

you flew away to prevent anymore bickering

but there was a tightness in your chest

as there was tightness in his

to be continued

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[purecorrupter-blog]

“You died in my arms.” REVERSE~

She was there, holding his bodyi in her arms. Her gaze going through him to see how badly he was wounded. But there was no sign of wounds whatsover. He was dying. And not in the way she wanted to.

That attack was ment to her. She was the one that was supposed to die from that blast of pure dark energy that the King of Demons, Goetia, unleashed.That young Master was indeed a genious, breaking her seal and summoning her prior to the time she decided. So she wanted at least to repay his strenght.She was a fool, to think that she alone could had won that battle, departing from Chaldea without saying nothing to the others. And yet, she had been followed. By her brother, nonetheless. That stupid brother she always hated so much, that helped her fight that abomination who wanted nothing more than the destruction of the world itself.

And the worst thing was...he was laughing. Laughing at his brother. At his sacrifice. At her.

As she turned her gaze to Goetia, no emotion could be seen in those golden eyes. They were like sharp ice needles, piercing through the Demon in front of them, and as she stood up, the symbol on her chest slowly started to fade away.

“I shant have any restrain with you, oh King of Demons.”

She said, her tone so different from her malicious, taunting, voice.It was cold. It was heartless. It was furious.

Her whole body slowly started to get enveloped by her own dark energies, going out from the lower part of her dress.As soon as she started walking forward, not wanting to hurt anymore her brother body, her energies started to grow so much that the ground itself started to tremble, to shake, as if in fear of what was coming.She was unleashing all of the dark powers that the Unholy Grail she had kept in those years had stored, and that became clear when such corrupted cup went out of her chest, where her seal was before.

“Now, King of Demons, witness what true darkness is...”

She stopped moving, starting to levitate mid air, her energies now sorrounding not only her, but the whole area around her.For a brief moment her eyes went from that distorted golden light, to a crimson red, showing off her rage and fury for what happened.

“Vanish in the darkness of sin. 

Unholy rage, consume this soul.”

The wave of darkness that she created that time was big enough that it almost destroyed half of the throne of Goetia, swallowing him with it, crushing the Demon Lord with the dark sins of the one who corrupted one of Gods most sacred relics.

And when it was all over, she turned back to her brother, laying over his body.She did not wept for him. She was unable to do it. But she had won. Both her battles. The one against Goetia. And the one against Arthur.

Yet victory never tasted so bad.

[nerdofmanytalents]

With All That I Am - Ch 5

NOW COMPLETE : ALSO AVAILABLE ON AO3

Ch. 1 / Ch. 2 / Ch. 3 / Ch. 4 

Story Summary: When Maxwell Trevelyan becomes the Inquisitor, Evelyn still joins the Inquisition and falls head over heels for the Commander, and he for her. The course of love never does run smoothly during wartime, however. You never quite realize exactly how much you love someone until you lose them.

Its done guys! My first FULLY COMPLETED PUBLISHED FIC. I’m so proud, you have no idea. Comments are love, reblogs are nominations for sainthood! Have a fantastic day, and, enjoy!

The sooner this night was over, the better.

Cullen resisted the temptation to tug at the collar of his dress coat, practically feeling Josephine’s eyes on the back of his head. He had been drilled by both the advisor and his own wife that he was to be on his best behavior for the duration of their visit. Apparently “best behavior,” included not fussing with his clothes, leaving him feeling like he was a young lad again, being scolded by his mother for fidgeting in Chantry services.

So far, they had been at the Winter Palace for nearly an hour, and so far he had been propositioned by no less than four masked members of the Orlesian court, and they hadn’t even made it out of the entry gardens yet. Josephine, Leliana, and himself had arrived earlier to ensure that their people were in position, and to do...whatever it was two ladies needed to do to prepare for their part in the evening. Maxwell had yet to arrive “fashionably late,” with the Grand Duke, as they were technically his guests for the evening. All in all, this waiting did not bode well for his patience in the coming hours.

As he eyed the members of the court from his position near the fountain, he sighed ruefully. As much as he had no love for Orlais, he had to admit that the Winter Palace really was a sight, even if it was a bit opulent for his personal tastes. He wished that Evelyn had been able to attend, as she had occasionally commented that she had wondered as a young girl at the Circle what attending a ball would be like. Unfortunately, as she was far progressed in her pregnancy, the idea had been tabled, so she was resting for the evening at their ally’s guest estate, enjoying what he hoped would be a relaxing evening. He had been reluctant to leave her side, especially with her recovery from her abduction only a few months behind them, but it could not be helped.

As it was, he was waiting for Gaspard and the Inquisitor to get here; the sooner they did, the sooner they could get underway. And the sooner they did that, the sooner he’d be getting back to his wife.

Just as he was about to give in to the temptation to ask Josephine how much longer they were expected to wait, there was some sort of mild commotion at the entrance, and the murmurs he was overhearing from the nobility stated that the Inquisitor had arrived.  With a small relieved sigh, he moved to greet Max, but stopped in his tracks when he unexpectedly spotted Evelyn at his side.

Maker, she was a sight. She was smiling and nodding politely as the Grand Duke spoke to her, her styled red curls and ear baubles shining in the evening light. She was dressed in a soft ivory gown with gold underskirts, synched with a dark blue sash tied below her bust in the same color as the military sash he wore across his chest. The whole thing was made of some sort gossamer type material, the drape beautifully accenting the swell of her pregnant belly. A matching ivory gold shawl was around her shoulders.  In his eyes, she looked like a goddess, and for a moment, he was struck dumb.

As Maxwell began speaking with Gaspard again, Evelyn looked away from their host, only to meet his eyes across the crush of the Orlesian court.  With a brief touch to her brother's arm, she excused herself and made her way across the courtyard to Cullen, a beautiful flush on her face.  When she reached his side, she curtseyed as low as her pregnant belly would allow.

“My Lord Husband.“

Throwing what he knew of propriety to the wind, he stepped up to her side, arm sliding around her waist as his other hand grabbed a hold of hers and brought it to his lips, earning some sort of scandalized titter from a nearby noble.  Heart swelling, he looked down at her.

“You’re here.  I thought… your confinement…”

She smiled, a more controlled version of her usual wide and open grin, but still tinged with her signature mischief. “Yes, well… Josephine and Leliana came up with a plan for me that was better than simply waiting for all of you to come home in the wee hours of the morning. I...may have wanted to surprise you when they approached me about it, so I asked them not to tell you.”

He frowned. “They gave you a task? Evelyn, I won't have you in danger.”

“And I shant be.  My job… is to be at your side.” At his clearly confused look, she continued.  “Josephine realized that my… condition, could be an unspoken advantage to us in the court.  The fact that the Commander of the Inquisition would allow his wife to breed in such a time communicates a confidence in our eventual victory.”

Cullen was about to protest that that didn't make any sense, but paused when he realized it sounded… terribly Orlesian and that she was probably right.  Despite his misgivings, however, he couldn't bring himself to be upset. Evelyn was here.  Suddenly the night seemed much more bearable.  His hand gently squeezed her hip.

“I suppose I shall have to do my best to appear the doting husband. Am I allowed to be the doting husband? I would much rather do that than deal with all this lot.”

She let out a small snort, before hiding it behind her hand.  The action prompted an unabashed grin from him.

“You are allowed.  Obviously our purpose in attending the ball stays the same, but perhaps with me here to entertain you it won't be quite so arduous to bear the eyes of the court.”

“Oh I see, I am to be wrangled then.”

“Not...wrangled!” She laughed, looking up at him.  “But… perhaps I can offer some sort of incentive to keep you on your best behavior.”

He smiled pressing another kiss to her knuckles. “Very well then.  I shall allow myself to lured by the carrot.  I will not look the gift of having my wife's company for the evening in the mouth. Not that you are a carrot--Maker’s breath, woman I didn't mean it like that!” He quickly corrected at her mock indignant look.  “I merely meant… let me start again.  You look radiant, Evelyn. I am...very happy you are here.”

She grinned wide.  “Thank you, Cullen.  I can only hope to be a fitting match for the dashing Commander tonight.  I was so disappointed when I saw how handsome you were to look and I was going to miss it. Did you know your reputation precedes you? I had been informed by no less than three people on my way in that the Commander was to be the catch of the evening.”

“Well I don't know about that, but I am… very glad you are here,” he replied, before letting his hand drop to rest on her belly.  “You'll truly be alright tonight? You are feeling well?”

“I feel wonderful.  I will be here at your side the entire evening, making you look confident and virile, and you can focus on doing all the things the Commander of the Inquisition needs to do while attempting to foil an assassination attempt.  But… perhaps you could save a dance for me tonight?” She asked softly, looking up at him with a soft smile.

“Of course, my dear,” he said softly, pressing a kiss to her crown.  “Yours is the only attention worth having.”

“Flatterer,” she scolded lightly, before her attention was drawn to Maxwell and Gaspard across the courtyard. “They’ve signaled to enter the ballroom. May I have your arm, husband?”

He stepped away enough to offer his arm formally, with a small playful bow. She took it with a small giggle, and as much as this evening was far from a leisure activity, he was thrilled that he would be able to spend the night with his wife, doting on her in every way that he could. And as he led her into the ballroom, as the evening went on and he could overhear the not-so-subtle whispers and tittering from the court, he felt so incredibly blessed to have her at his side. It had been a rough year, not in the least because of the Inquisition’s military and political endeavors. But having his wife at his side, having her at his side after having lost her...being able to take her out on the ballroom floor where they both stepped on one another’s feet and broke into poorly stifled giggles… Yes, he’d deal with Orlais every day if it meant he could keep that smile on her face. This was his life, this was his wife, whom he loved with all that he was. And always would.

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[oliviabluethorn]

Olivia’s Diary

Desnus, 27th 4E250 

     It's five days hence the journey to the Stormford. I’m finding it harder and harder to care about my training. I fail to see the point of putting in the effort in if I am just to leave to conquer the Stormford. My family honor no longer hinges on becoming a knight. My “honorful duty” and “dutiful honor” will be fulfilled and I need not pick up my blade for anyone other than it’s wielder. They never took my training to heart anyway.

     Sieren informs me my father going to be in meetings for a while, finalizing some plans for the expansion. So I probably won't see him until he sees me off. How many of these just regress to me being alone in this empty estate. An estate for one. I'm sure there is a poem there somewhere, a space too big for four, occupied by only one.

I'm just bored.

Desnus, 28th 4E250

twenty-two rooms all but twenty one used

A prison so big it can only leaves me so small.

A light pouring through the stained glass.

The warmth of the sun crashing down like a thunderstorm.

The sound but in my head and the rain but in my heart

A stillness creep on me.

Death?

I scream in my echo chamber. Mayhaps only because no one can hear.

The scream comes back off the barriers, but it's not me that screams back

Who screams back?

Who?

     I need to come up with a title for this. Sieren heard me scream thought I was being murdered. I had to disappointed us both and tell her I was fine.

Desnus, 29th 4E250

     I arose early today to watch Sieren pray. She just looks so peaceful and happy kneeling opposed the shrine. She so still, like a statue of an Angel and if I listen hard enough i can hear her soft breaths. It's mostly just impressive. I would be lying if I said I didn't long for something to be that devoted to. I don't think I can be a woman of bahamut like her. I haven't felt the “calling” that she speaks of, not that I would even know what that would feel like.

     I took Silver rose to lord Berethor’s blacksmith. Now she's sharp as a wit Sieren tells me i have, but if all goes well it will just be a nice decoration. Father is highering 6 or 7 battle tested adventures to aid my journey. I’m a better diplomat than warrior anyway. Which is my apparent  role; to quell the “barbaric” tribes roaming about the Stormford. With how poetic  my father puts it, im almost excited to be disappointed. Alas, writing in this journal is the most fun I have any more. Sieren is making me sweet cakes for my last day here which is actually exciting. Makes me almost feel melancholy.

Desnus, 30th 4E250

♪ Oh little nightingale stuck in it's cage,

Suffocating, strangled, from all the space.

A heart full of sadness or is it rage?

As long as it's gilded with pose and grace.

Oh little nightingale goes tweet tweet tweet,

Alas, no one can hear it's cries for help,

A thought of death rings out as Sickly sweet.

To fall into silence with but a yelp.

Oh little nightingale stiff as a rock,

Oh Beauty and youth killed by a lock.♫

A stanza short of a sonnet but I think that makes it more fitting.

Desnus 31st 250

     After some teasing and begging, Sieren let me spar with her. It was magnificent! I didn't even knew she knew how to use a rapier but she bested me rather easily. Her seven years in the war probably don't hurt her sword-hand. She let me win a couple of matches, to make me feel better no doubt but, It’s the happiest i've been all week. I had no idea fighting could be this exhilarating. It was almost like I was a child again like the first time she made me sweet cakes.

     morrow is the “big day”. I get to be escorted by mercenaries into the wilderness. Sieren finished packing my things in time as always. I'm really going to miss her for these 2 years i'll be… colonizing I suppose? Me thinks i'll need to buy a mule tomorrow to carry my necessaries. Gods know I shant trust a sellsword to do so.

     Suddenly i dread the adventure all together. I know I must but at it's precipice a married life suddenly seems sweet by compair Not to anyone my father would marry me to anyway. I know this is something i must do and yet i’ve never felt so unwilling. I will get to sleep early, less time to think myself out of it.  

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[marleysmellowmood]

Oh my god

and you know her, just willddddd in them sheets brother

believe me, the last time she told me she was going to be traveling down to mexico, i asked if she’d take me for a sweet ride

across the wave, across this big ole country

down them factory roads

down them, charging on free

the highway making me feel all masculine and such

feeling all tough and rugged and full of the wilderness in my hair 

i wish i knew ya i wish i knew me 

i always say in all my poems,

well why dont you uh take me down you know, just uh take me downtown to the bridge and the rank and file doorknobs i ask of you i ask of you

judy blue judy blum 

i ask of you i ask of you

for twenty years i sat right here on the edges of my steps

and im focused 

im focused on my feet and the cracks on my shoes 

and im lookin for some glue,

hey mrs wallace you gots glues fuh me?

no way no how mister anderson 

ive been joking and smoking all damn day and i been realizin fully that i just cant make the time and the place for all this dagggone pleasure principles

dagggone pleasure principles?

well watchafuckin mean man

im out here bussin ma back for u

and for ur insolent lil kidlins

i dont say nothing and i dont complain bout nothing

i just comes in here to dos ma job 

and that’s all the reason

nothing else

no need to take fun into mine hands here

it’s about all the torture and drama yall could see for miles and miles

like it aint nobody business but mine 

i took em straight and i took em wide

i dont classify or codify or cultivy the style of the saints 

i only praise the lord that one day i too will center straight 

and that one day too ill find the mate 

to procreate and share feelings with 

as a mantra and a gait i shant wait no no mate

i shant wait i shant wait

[apartyinmymouth]

GAME OF THRONES

True to form, I wrote the crux of this entry one week ago today and coincidentally the phone clocked in at 11:11pm when I hit the save button (sidebar b/c I navigate the region so sublimely) But real talk, I was inspired last Friday and took pen to paper knowing I would tweak/edit the draft before publishing. Also knowing I would be in Jamaica in just a few short days, it seemed only fitting to complete it there…over some Real Jamaican Food ;)

When I initially penned this op piece, there hadn’t been any replies on record. It was and still is about the excitement of a rap battle between two respected and revered artists and less of a critique on the actual raps and/or who won or would win. That said, I’m continuing this Op piece from my initial train of thought - more of the possibility of what it could be instead of where we are presently, round 2 in what has shaped up to be a very disrespectful battle.

So that’s what was going on. I, like most people was just casually minding my business, excited about what’s emerging musically within the culture and all the heat set to drop and seemingly out of nowhere, a shot is fired. Pusha T, the remaining half of rap cult group Clipse, through his infrared beam shot his shot at hip-hop’s reigning Golden Child, Aubrey Drake Graham. In truth, the subs between these 2 gentlemen have been building for some time but this was a focused and direct attack. I imagine Drake had been minding his business as well when the sneak hook occurred and like a reflex – responded immediately, calculated and concisely. By midnight on Friday May 25th a full on battle had ensued. An official rap battle and it’s exciting to be honest. It’s good for the culture! It’s like a GoT season 6 episode 9; Battle of The Bastards sort of moment in the culture. Only this time I believe the underdog is actually the man currently on top. I don’t think y’all understand, I love this rap shit – I can’t lie. The art of it all, it’s the BEST! If both sides are ready and prepared I think it could be great. A lot of people sleep on Drake and forget that he can actually rap.

One thing’s evident with this crew, they do not half step. It’s like that moment in the movie Heat, when Al Pacino realizes he’s been made and says to his team “this is the No Fuckin’ Around Crew.” Nothing is done impulsively no matter the expedience at which something might appear to occur. If they shooting, believe they got magazines racked up ready to let off. It is not a one off. Perhaps it’s the “slept on, stay ready” mentality. A smart one they’ve perfected and so they stay winning. Drake’s consistently put out great music. Feature after feature, album after album, hit after hit – since he stepped foot in the door, The Boy has not missed - a first in this art form. Personally, “Nothing Was The Same” is my favorite body of work in his catalog to date. Top to bottom it’s an all-encompassing complete album full of earned flexing. It’s that “I’m not a freshman, no longer new to this but still feeling like the props I deserve are not being shown and why not, I’m really that nigga!” Is it because he’s foreign that he’s scrutinized more heavily? Hating on Drake is the fuel he uses. This coupled with the fact that the boy is really talented (a fact few of his peers want to acknowledge) is the exact reason why he’ll continue to win. Hate in their veins. Who God Bless, No Man Curse - understand this.

And then there’s Push. Ties and affiliations aside, Pusha T is a lyricist. That rap lyrical respect thing is something else and Clipse is deeply entrenched in the culture. They had/have a cult following! Mix in his crews (Pharrell – Startrak/iamOther x Kanye – G.O.O.D. Music – musical geniuses) this just thickens and sweetens the pot. No offense but this is nowhere even close to that lukewarm Drake x Meek Mill sandbox scafuffle a few seasons back. This battle is a level!

The “battle” is the ethos of rap. This is hip-hop in its truest form. Rap is a contact sport and at times the most deadly because there are no rules. These men, both gifted and skilled in their own right, are sparring right now. Survival of the fittest. I understand this may be new territory for today’s mumble/drug rap generation – “sensitive thugs” purveyors of the ice-cream saccharin sweet sound. You guys are bearing witness to legacy! There is nothing fair about a rap battle. Just ask Ja Rule. It’s eat or get eaten and apparently it’s eating season right now. Personally speaking, I love a great rap battle! I remember candidly the beefs between KRS-1 & MC Shan, Roxanne Shante & The Real Roxanne, Dr. Dre/NWA & Easy E, Ice Cube & Easy E, Cool J and Canibus, the fatal beef between Biggie & Pac that divided a nation and of course the most epic battle of all that birthed the term “ethered”, the beef between Jay Z & Nas. I’ve been a die hard Jay fan since I first heard him on Stretch & Bobbito’s radio show on 89 tech 9 back in the mid-90s. I’ll never forget driving down 2nd Ave in New York City on a surprisingly balmy day in November 2001 listening to Hot 97 FM. Nas had just recorded his answer to Jay’s diss record Takeover and they were about to premiere it on Flex’s show. The moment the beat drop, my heart sunk. “Fuck Jay Z!” chopped and screwed up. The dj drops an atomic bomb adlib effect, starts the record over. “Fuck Jay Z!” I knew in that moment Jay was done. Takeover was volcanic. Jay in a very comedic way pretty much “sonned” Nas with hard truth and the truth is sometimes tough to bear. But then Nas, maybe as a result of feeling disrespected by this “Judas trader”, went nuclear! Ether was the Nasir Jones we loved and had longed to see. Jay tried a feeble attempt at retaliation with the lack luster “Super Ugly” but the winner was clear. There was no coming back after Ether. The crown prince took the L he never saw coming.  

As far as this Pusha x Drake beef goes, to date, some really unsavory and defamatory things have been said, I do not disagree. And other people have been dragged into the conversation unjustly. My assumption is unless this wraps up quickly, more things will be said. But all of that aside, understanding the players involved and how much each of them love this real hip hop shit to their core, there has to be a slight tinge of excitement though no one enjoys being on the tail end of a joke. I haven’t been this tuned in to a rap beef since Jay & Nas (50 & Ja Rule’s local Queens catty shit bored me to be honest. {and dudes from Queens be so fuckin’ extra for NO reason} though it did result in the end Ja’s career). So I’m thanking both Drake and Push right now. If for no other reason then for reminding (by example) these other clown rappers what this wave is really about. Good Rap Music!  

IMO, the question was never about whether Drake was good or skilled enough to battle Push. Clearly Push believed Drake to be a formidable opponent or he wouldn’t have baited him in the first place. Pusha T is a rapper’s rapper. He wouldn’t have wasted his time, which says a lot about The Boy (a fact some love to argue) The question is can Aubrey be as ruthless as Push? Would he be? If you’re at war or in a battle, you have to fight. This is muthafuckin’ Game of Thrones…Watch The Throne! This is rap music! Kudos Kiddos. This is a music industry bucket list moment. Something you’ll talk about like hip-hop folklore. You’re generation is living through it’s first official rap battle. And it’s real one! –APIMM

Soundtrack for this entry from my schizophrenic iTunes Library.

“Nice Time” –Bob Marley “Hypocrites” –Bob Marley “Duppy Conqueror” –Bob Marley “The Bridge Is Over” – KRS-1 “Set It Off” –Big Daddy Kane “Wu Tang Clan Ain’t Nothin’ To Fuck Wit” –Wu Tang Clan ″4, 3, 2, 1,” -LL Cool J feat. Method Man, Redman, Canibus, DMX ″Second Round K.O.” -Canibus “The Ruler’s Back’ –Jay Z “Takeover” –Jay Z “Ether” –Nas ″Infared” -Pusha T  “Duppy Freestyle” –Drake “Ego”-Clipse “Momma I’m So Sorry” -Clipse ″The Games We Play” -Pusha T “Lord Knows” –Drake feat. Rick Ross “Yes Indeed” –Lil Baby feat. Drake “Camay” –Ghostface Killah feat. Raekwon “Planez” –Jermih feat. J.Cole “Fuckin’ You Tonight” –Notorious B.I.G. “Sexy” –Tank “When We” – Tank “Keep Calm” -dvsn “Be With You” -112 “I Need You” –Alicia Keys “Full of Smoke” –Christion “I’m The Only Woman” –Mary J Blige “The Beggar” –Mos Def “Back to Black” –Amy Winehouse “So Simple” –Alicia Keys “The Waiting Line” –Zero 7

#APIMM

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11/14/2020 DAB Transcript

Ezekiel 29:1-30:26, Hebrews 11:32-12:13, Psalms 112:1-10, Proverbs 27:17

Today is the 14th day of November welcome to the Daily Audio Bible I am Brian it is wonderful to be here with you today as we continue our journey forward. I guess we’re…we’re approaching the middle of the 11th month now. We’re gonna cross through the middle of this month before the weekend is over. So, a month and a half left in this year and we have already discerned…we've already determined to finish strong and well. And, so, let's dive in. We are reading from the God's Word Translation this week, which is today. Ezekiel chapters 29 and 30.

Prayer:

Father, we thank You for Your word and we thank You for another week in Your word. And it really is true, we’re looking at the weeks that remain versus the weeks that we have already moved through and we see that there’s just a handful weeks left in this year. That seems strange but it is the reality. And ,so, as we as we look at that, we also take the time as we've done so many times this year to look back and see the way that You have them imprinted Your word on our heart and that it has spoken to us in profound and meaningful ways impacting our lives, impacting the ways that we've lived our lives this year and we’ve needed it more than ever because it's been one of the strangest years ever. And, so, we are grateful, and we turn our face forward with tremendous anticipation for all that You have yet to say to us this very year. So, come Holy Spirit, plant the words that were spoken today in the soil of our lives. May we cultivate them, may we care for them and may they sprout, and may they yield the harvest of the fruit of the Spirit within us we pray. In the name of Jesus, we ask. Amen.

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Community Prayer and Praise:

This is Candace from Oregon I just want to touch base with Rebecca from Michigan. I hope your birthday was really special and look forward to hearing about it. And I just felt that the Lord wanted me to say to you, he who began a good work in you will be faithful to complete it. And I would like to say a prayer over you. Lord, bless Rebecca from Michigan and thank you so much for her life, for all that you’ve done, and I pray that you will just pour a blessing on her. I pray Lord that she will find a true, true friend and life partner. I pray that her immediate problems with technology will straighten out, that she will solve that if she hasn’t already and be able to hear DAB every day without any problems. And I ask these things in Jesus’ name and for Jesus sake because I know that you Lord Jesus love her so dearly and gave your life for her. Thank you, Lord for everything that you’re doing, everything you already have done in her and all that is to come in Jesus’ name. Amen.

Hey Daily Audio Bible family this is Becky and Orlando it’s been a crazy year for all of us. I know 2020 is one year that just I’d like to not have happened. But anyway, I haven’t called in very much this year, but I’ve been listening and right now I’m a little bit behind. I’ve really enjoyed hearing all the new voices and being able to hear some of the old voices like Annette Allison and Shante. I’m so happy to hear from you again in Detroit and hearing that you’re going to come down to Florida. But I have an urgent prayer request for you. My mom is an atheist up in Massachusetts and things are pretty dire right now. Her husband has Parkinson’s disease and she’s now decided that she’s not gonna treat a UTI that he has and she just wants to speed up his progression and now he hasn’t woken up since Thursday and today’s Monday and he hasn’t had any food or drink. She’s not waking him up to feed him or anything or give him antibiotics. And, so, I’m just praying, praying, praying for his soul because as far as I know he is not a believer. And, so, I’m praying that he somehow in the state that he’s in surrenders to Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior and am praying for my mom’s soul also. And if you guys can join me in prayer for that I would love it. So, I thank you guys and I look forward to checking back in again soon. All right. Bye.

Hi this is Christina I’m a child of God calling for prayer for my family. This Friday when…well…today is the eighth or the ninth, I’m not even sure but this past Friday when Brian…after Brian read about Ezekiel chapter 16 __ of God how He feels about Jerusalem and the betrayal I found out that my husband’s cheating on me. And it’s been a very tough weekend but God has given me a lot of peace and if it wasn’t for my faith in God and my…the Bible studies and this Daily Audio Bible that I’m so much in the word that I can be strengthened with His power to get through it but my son and my daughter are not believers and neither is he of course. Anyways, but could you please look them up in prayer. They are in a lot of pain. My daughter especially is devastated because she had her dad in very high regard. My daughter’s daughters name is Phoebe and my son’s name is Eric my husband is Humberto. He’s agreeing to go to a counselor to counselling or a therapist with me and he’s admitted to the affair. And, so, if you’d please keep me in prayer. Thank you.

Hey guys Eyes of a Dove here and much like Radiant Rachel and Big-Hearted Ben I’ve been compelled to involve my kids in the Daily Audio Bible prayer time. So, I’d like to introduce Ryland and Braden and we’re gonna pray for a couple people. I would like to pray for Joe. This is Ryland. Yeah. I would like to pray for Joe, yes Lord, and that his wife and his daughter turn to God so he doesn’t have to have a lot of stress and anxiety and they stop like hurting…and they’re just causing him a lot of hurt. Yes. And not judge him all the time. Yes, Lord we just pray that the mom and the daughter are saved, and Joe just feel strengthened and we hope to hear from Joe again. And here’s Braden. Hi, thank you guys for praying for me and helping me through my tough times and hopefully God can help some of you in the ways that He helped me. Yeah. Yeah thank you so much you guys and…for lifting up our…our other family member Izzy and how much Braden has felt the impact of your guy’s prayers. And that he can just be a leader to the other broken kids. And we’re praying for all the broken kids out there that are hurting just like Braden’s gone through and what Izzy’s going through and God we just lift and touch them. We just thank you so much Lord. In Jesus’ name. Amen. Amen. Amen.

Good morning my son is…is diagnosed with autism and he’s getting a little older now. And, so, he is dealing with meltdowns. And anybody that has autism…a kid with autism knows that they…a lot of them deal with meltdowns and his are now starting…they went from having one once every week may be every two weeks now he’s having them, three or four of them a day. And, so, he’s only 10, he’s getting bigger and he’s strong. And, so, he’s getting violent and it’s…he’s just such a sweet kid. And, so, it hurts me, and his mother’s feelings and it hurts our hearts to see him act out like that. We know that’s not what he wants to do but he can’t help it. And, so, we’re just praying…we still…just we still believe God’s gonna heal him completely from autism but we’re believing God to…to…to stop these meltdowns. They’re…they’ve gotten a little bit much, overbearing for both of us. So, we just ask you guys to pray and remember him. His name is Michael. Thank you, guys.

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The 16 Most Beautifully Touching Love Letters From Famous Writers And Artists

1. Allen Ginsburg to poet Peter Orlovsky:

Dear Petey:

O Heart O Love everything is suddenly turned to gold! Dont be afraid dont worry the most astounding beautiful thing has happened here! I dont know where to begin but the most important. When Bill [ed: William S. Burroughs] came I, we, thought it was the same old Bill mad, but something had happened to Bill in the meantime since we last saw him…but last night finally Bill and I sat down facing each other across the kitchen table and looked eye to eye and talked, and I confessed all my doubt and misery and in front of my eyes he turned into an Angel!

What happened to him in Tangiers this last few months? It seems he stopped writing and sat on his bed all afternoons thinking and meditating alone & stopped drinking and finally dawned on his consciousness, slowly and repeatedly, every day, for several months awareness of a benevolent sentient (feeling) center to the whole Creation he had apparently, in his own way, what I have been so hung up in myself and you, a vision of big peaceful Lovebrain…

I woke up this morning with great bliss of freedom & joy in my heart, Bills saved, Im saved, youre saved, were all saved, everything has been all rapturous ever since I only feel sad that perhaps you left as worried when we waved goodby and kissed so awkwardly I wish I could have that over to say goodby to you happier & without the worries and doubts I had that dusty dusk when you left Bill is changed nature, I even feel much changed, great clouds rolled away, as I feel when you and I were in rapport, well, our rapport has remained in me, with me, rather than losing it, Im feeling to everyone, something of the same as between us.

2. Frida Kahlo to Diego Rivera:

Diego:

Truth is, so great, that I wouldnt like to speak, or sleep, or listen, or love. To feel myself trapped, with no fear of blood, outside time and magic, within your own fear, and your great anguish, and within the very beating of your heart. All this madness, if I asked it of you, I know, in your silence, there would be only confusion. I ask you for violence, in the nonsense, and you, you give me grace, your light and your warmth. Id like to paint you, but there are no colors, because there are so many, in my confusion, the tangible form of my great love.

F.

3. Oscar Wilde to Lord Alred Bosie Douglas (Wilde’s eventual muse):

My Own Boy,

Your sonnet is quite lovely, and it is a marvel that those red rose-leaf lips of yours should be made no less for the madness of music and song than for the madness of kissing. Your slim gilt soul walks between passion and poetry. I know Hyacinthus, whom Apollo loved so madly, was you in Greek days.

Why are you alone in London, and when do you go to Salisbury? Do go there to cool your hands in the grey twilight of Gothic things, and come here whenever you like. It is a lovely place and lacks only you; but go to Salisbury first.

Always, with undying love, yours, Oscar

4. Eleanor Roosevelt to Lorena Hickok (Eleanor’s long-speculated lover):

Hick, darling

Ah, how good it was to hear your voice. It was so inadequate to try and tell you what it meant. Funny was that I couldnt say je taime and je tadore as I longed to do, but always remember that I am saying it, that I go to sleep thinking of you.

5. Emma Darwin to Charles Darwin:

I cannot tell you the compassion I have felt for all your sufferings for these weeks past that you have had so many drawbacks. Nor the gratitude I have felt for the cheerful & affectionate looks you have given me when I know you have been miserably uncomfortable.

My heart has often been too full to speak or take any notice I am sure you know I love you well enough to believe that I mind your sufferings nearly as much as I should my own & I find the only relief to my own mind is to take it as from Gods hand, & to try to believe that all suffering & illness is meant to help us to exalt our minds & to look forward with hope to a future state. When I see your patience, deep compassion for others self command & above all gratitude for the smallest thing done to help you I cannot help longing that these precious feelings should be offered to Heaven for the sake of your daily happiness. But I find it difficult enough in my own case. I often think of the words Thou shalt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on thee. It is feeling & not reasoning that drives one to prayer. I feel presumptuous in writing thus to you.

I feel in my inmost heart your admirable qualities & feelings & all I would hope is that you might direct them upwards, as well as to one who values them above every thing in the world. I shall keep this by me till I feel cheerful & comfortable again about you but it has passed through my mind often lately so I thought I would write it partly to relieve my own mind.

6. English poet Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf:

…I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. You, with all your undumb letters, would never write so elementary a phrase as that; perhaps you wouldnt even feel it. And yet I believe youll be sensible of a little gap. But youd clothe it in so exquisite a phrase that it should lose a little of its reality. Whereas with me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is really just a squeal of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. Damn you, spoilt creature; I shant make you love me any more by giving myself away like this But oh my dear, I cant be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly. You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I dont love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defenses. And I dont really resent it.

7. E.B. White to his wife on the occasion of her pregnancy, “written” by their dog:

Dear Mrs. White:

I like having Josephine here in the morning, although I suppose I will get less actual thinking done as I used to do my thinking mornings in the bathroom. White has been stewing around for two days now, a little bit worried because he is not sure that he has made you realize how glad he is that there is to be what the column writer in the Mirror calls a blessed event. So I am taking this opportunity, Mrs. White, to help him out to the extent of writing you a brief note which I havent done in quite a long time but have been a little sick myself as you know. Well, the truth is White is beside himself and would have said more about it but is holding himself back, not wanting to appear ludicrous to a veteran mother. What he feels, he told me, is a strange queer tight little twitchy feeling around the inside of his throat whenever he thinks that something is happening which will require so much love and all on account of you being so wonderful. (I am not making myself clear I am afraid, but on the occasions when White has spoken privately with me about this he was in no condition to make himself clear either and I am just doing the best I can in my own way.) I know White so well that I always know what is the matter with him, and it always comes to the same thing he gets thinking that nothing that he writes or says ever quite expresses his feeling, and he worries about his inarticulateness just the same as he does about his bowels, except it is worse, and it makes him either mad, or sick, or with a prickly sensation in the head. But my, my, my, last Sunday he was so full of this matter which he couldnt talk about, and he was what Josephine in her simple way would call hoppy, and particularly so because it seemed so good that everything was starting at once I mean those things, whatever they are, that are making such a noise over in the pond by Palmer Lewiss house, and the song sparrow that even I could hear from my confinement in the house, and those little seeds that you were sprinkling up where the cut glass and bones used to be all starting at the same time as the baby, which he seems to think exists already by the way he stands around staring at you and muttering little prayers. Of course he is also very worried for fear you will get the idea that he is regarding you merely as a future mother and not as a present person, or that he wants a child merely as a vindication of his vanity. I doubt if those things are true; White enjoys animal husbandry of all kinds including his own; and as for his regard for you, he has told me that, quite apart from this fertility, he admires you in all kinds of situations or dilemmas, some of which he says have been quite dirty.

Well, Mrs. White, I expect I am tiring you with this long letter, but as you often say yourself, a husband and wife should tell each other about the things that are on their mind, otherwise you get nowhere, and White didnt seem to be able to tell you about his happiness, so thought I would attempt to put in a word.

White is getting me a new blanket, as the cushion in the bathroom is soiled.

Lovingly, Daisy

8. Charles Eames’ marriage proposal to Ray Eames:

Dear Miss Kaiser,

I am 34 (almost) years old, singel (again) and broke. I love you very much and would like to marry you very very soon.* I cannot promise to support us very well. but if given the chance I will shure in hell try

*soon means very soon.

What is the size of this finger??

as soon as I get to that hospital I will write reams well little ones.

love xxxxxxxxxx

Charlie

9. Jean-Paul Sartre to Simone de Beauvoir:

My dear little girl

For a long time Ive been wanting to write to you in the evening after one of those outings with friends that I will soon be describing in A Defeat, the kind when the world is ours. I wanted to bring you my conquerors joy and lay it at your feet, as they did in the Age of the Sun King. And then, tired out by all the shouting, I always simply went to bed. Today Im doing it to feel the pleasure you dont yet know, of turning abruptly from friendship to love, from strength to tenderness. Tonight I love you in a way that you have not known in me: I am neither worn down by travels nor wrapped up in the desire for your presence. I am mastering my love for you and turning it inwards as a constituent element of myself. This happens much more often than I admit to you, but seldom when Im writing to you. Try to understand me: I love you while paying attention to external things. At Toulouse I simply loved you. Tonight I love you on a spring evening. I love you with the window open. You are mine, and things are mine, and my love alters the things around me and the things around me alter my love.

My dear little girl, as Ive told you, what youre lacking is friendship. But now is the time for more practical advice. Couldnt you find a woman friend? How can Toulouse fail to contain one intelligent young woman worthy of you*? But you wouldnt have to love her. Alas, youre always ready to give your love, its the easiest thing to get from you. Im not talking about your love for me, which is well beyond that, but you are lavish with little secondary loves, like that night in Thiviers when you loved that peasant walking downhill in the dark, whistling away, who turned out to be me. Get to know the feeling, free of tenderness, that comes from being two. Its hard, because all friendship, even between two red-blooded men, has its moments of love. I have only to console my grieving friend to love him; its a feeling easily weakened and distorted. But youre capable of it, and you must experience it. And so, despite your fleeting misanthropy, have you imagined what a lovely adventure it would be to search Toulouse for a woman who would be worthy of you and whom you wouldnt be in love with? Dont bother with the physical side or the social situation. And search honestly. And if you find nothing, turn Henri Pons, whom you scarcely love anymore, into a friend.

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I love you with all my heart and soul.

10. Honor de Balzac to Countess Ewelina Haska (June, 1835):

MY BELOVED ANGEL,

I am nearly mad about you, as much as one can be mad: I cannot bring together two ideas that you do not interpose yourself between them. I can no longer think of nothing but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me. As for my heart, there you will always be very much so. I have a delicious sense of you there. But my God, what is to become of me, if you have deprived me of my reason? This is a monomania which, this morning, terrifies me. I rise up every moment say to myself, Come, I am going there! Then I sit down again, moved by the sense of my obligations. There is a frightful conflict. This is not a life. I have never before been like that. You have devoured everything. I feel foolish and happy as soon as I let myself think of you. I whirl round in a delicious dream in which in one instant I live a thousand years. What a horrible situation! Overcome with love, feeling love in every pore, living only for love, and seeing oneself consumed by griefs, and caught in a thousand spiders threads. O, my darling Eva, you did not know it. I picked up your card. It is there before me, and I talked to you as if you were here. I see you, as I did yesterday, beautiful, astonishingly beautiful. Yesterday, during the whole evening, I said to myself She is mine! Ah! The angels are not as happy in Paradise as I was yesterday!

11. Napoleon Bonaparte to Josphine de Beauharnais:

I am going to bed with my heart full of your adorable image I cannot wait to give you proofs of my ardent love How happy I would be if I could assist you at your undressing, the little firm white breast, the adorable face, the hair tied up in a scarf a la creole. You know that I will never forget the little visits, you know, the little black forest I kiss it a thousand times and wait impatiently for the moment I will be in it. To live within Josephine is to live in the Elysian fields. Kisses on your mouth, your eyes, your breast, everywhere, everywhere.

12. John Keats to Fanny Brawne:

My sweet love, I shall wait patiently till tomorrow before I see you, and in the mean time, if there is any need of such a thing, assure you by your Beauty, that whenever I have at any time written on a certain unpleasant subject, it has been with your welfare impressd upon my mind. How hurt I should have been had you ever acceded to what is, notwithstanding, very reasonable! How much the more do I love you from the general result! In my present state of Health I feel too much separated from you and could almost speak to you in the words of Lorenzos Ghost to Isabella

Your Beauty grows upon me and I feel A greater love through all my essence steal.

My greatest torment since I have known you has been the fear of you being a little inclined to the Cressid; but that suspicion I dismiss utterly and remain happy in the surety of your Love, which I assure you is as much a wonder to me as a delight. Send me the words Good night to put under my pillow.

Dearest Fanny, Your affectionate J.K.

13. Lord Byron to Teresa Guiccioli (August, 1819):

My dearest Teresa,

I have read this book in your garden;–my love, you were absent, or else I could not have read it. It is a favourite book of yours, and the writer was a friend of mine. You will not understand these English words, and others will not understand them,–which is the reason I have not scrawled them in Italian. But you will recognize the handwriting of him who passionately loved you, and you will divine that, over a book which was yours, he could only think of love.

In that word, beautiful in all languages, but most so in yours–Amor mio–is comprised my existence here and hereafter. I feel I exist here, and I feel I shall exist hereafter,–to what purpose you will decide; my destiny rests with you, and you are a woman, eighteen years of age, and two out of a convent. I love you, and you love me,–at least, you say so, and act as if you did so, which last is a great consolation in all events.

But I more than love you, and cannot cease to love you. Think of me, sometimes, when the Alps and ocean divide us, –but they never will, unless you wish it.

14. Voltaire to Olympe Dunover, written while in prison for their affair:

I am a prisoner here in the name of the King; they can take my life, but not the love that I feel for you. Yes, my adorable mistress, to-night I shall see you, and if I had to put my head on the block to do it.

For heaven’s sake, do not speak to me in such disastrous terms as you write; you must live and be cautious; beware of madame your mother as of your worst enemy. What do I say? Beware of everybody; trust no one; keep yourself in readiness, as soon as the moon is visible; I shall leave the hotel incognito, take a carriage or a chaise, we shall drive like the wind to Sheveningen; I shall take paper and ink with me; we shall write our letters.

If you love me, reassure yourself; and call all your strength and presence of mind to your aid; do not let your mother notice anything, try to have your pictures, and be assured that the menace of the greatest tortures will not prevent me to serve you. No, nothing has the power to part me from you; our love is based upon virtue, and will last as long as our lives. Adieu, there is nothing that I will not brave for your sake; you deserve much more than that. Adieu, my dear heart!

Arout (Voltaire)

15. Henry VIII to Anne Boleyn:

TO MY MISTRESS. Because the time seems very long since I heard concerning your health and you, the great affection I have for you has induced me to send you this bearer, to be better informed of your health and pleasure, and because, since my parting from you, I have been told that the opinion in which I left you is totally changed, and that you would not come to court either with your mother, if you could, or in any other manner; which report, if true, I cannot sufficiently marvel at, because I am sure that I have since never done any thing to offend you, and it seems a very poor return for the great love which I bear you to keep me at a distance both from the speech and the person of the woman that I esteem most in the world: and if you love me with as much affection as I hope you do, I am sure that the distance of our two persons would be a little irksome to you, though this does not belong so much to the mistress as to the servant.

Consider well, my mistress, that absence from you grieves me sorely, hoping that it is not your will that it should be so; but if I knew for certain that you voluntarily desired it, I could do no other than mourn my ill-fortune, and by degrees abate my great folly. And so, for lack of time, I make an end of this rude letter, beseeching you to give credence to this bearer in all that he will tell you from me.

Written by the hand of your entire Servant, H.R.

16. Leo Tolstoy to Valeria Arsenev (November, 1856):

I already love in you your beauty, but I am only beginning to love in you that which is eternal and ever previous your heat, your soul. Beauty one could get to know and fall in love with in one hour and cease to love it as speedily; but the soul one must learn to know. Believe me, nothing on earth is given without labour, even love, the most beautiful and natural of feelings.

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