A Meme- Because the Starfire told me to. ;)
MEME CONCEPTS
Yeah. I did three. They're the ones I see most often.
8 Strength
A reasoning mind and a body with the power to repulse all that it chooses to. A tender leaf deflects the driving rain, a lone oak stands tall against the constant buffeting of the wind. A gentle, yet firm decline. Perseverance in face of adversity. Density of just-tempered steel. Golden, Glowing light.
10 Love
The Unspoken decision of a heart to remain as one with another heart, even if the body itself has not been informed of this yet. To suffer all that is sufferable, perhaps even death, to remain with the other heart, and enjoy the rewards and woes that life may bring. Complete jubilation in watching this be achieved by some, and the hope it brings for my own such situation one day.
18 Pain
Flashes of white and red, the tearing of the heart, body and soul. The aching of the lonely, the fear of the alone, the rage of the abandoned, the grief of the bereaved. streams of released saline and vital wines, the cliff on the abyss of the isolated against the endless emptiness banks of clouds.
Yeah. I did three. They're the ones I see most often.
8 Strength
A reasoning mind and a body with the power to repulse all that it chooses to. A tender leaf deflects the driving rain, a lone oak stands tall against the constant buffeting of the wind. A gentle, yet firm decline. Perseverance in face of adversity. Density of just-tempered steel. Golden, Glowing light.
10 Love
The Unspoken decision of a heart to remain as one with another heart, even if the body itself has not been informed of this yet. To suffer all that is sufferable, perhaps even death, to remain with the other heart, and enjoy the rewards and woes that life may bring. Complete jubilation in watching this be achieved by some, and the hope it brings for my own such situation one day.
18 Pain
Flashes of white and red, the tearing of the heart, body and soul. The aching of the lonely, the fear of the alone, the rage of the abandoned, the grief of the bereaved. streams of released saline and vital wines, the cliff on the abyss of the isolated against the endless emptiness banks of clouds.