Love dA Lit Loves You: Vol. 11

Hello lovelies. Love dA Lit Loves you! Well, it would if it were a sentient being, in the meantime please accept my undying love.

I don't actually get a lot of notes / comments from people sending me news or contests, so when I do I'm super happy. Like. Super duper happy. And what better way to say thank you than feature those who support Love dA Lit [I will feature those that frequently comment and fave too]! Then I might surprise you and randomly feature some people just because I can or those who've sent me in DD suggestions. It's all about spreading the love!

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Special Edition Feature because of CRITMAS.






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Remembering 1992They took me in this neighborhood
To where a Blockbuster once stood.
Picture this: the misery
Injustice brought to injury.
This was neutral ground before
It burned before a riot's roar.
They took me in this neighborhood
To where a Blockbuster once stood. :thumb492037568:
Happiness Currently Out of Stock (FFM '14, Day 15)Mavis sighed as she walked downstairs. Her sister was once again in their father’s armchair, oblivious to the maid attending to her. It had been two years since their father had died, and the poor girl hadn’t smiled since.
Today, Mavis would change that.
“Marianne, could you be a dear and tell Rochester to fetch a carriage? I want to go to market.”
Marianne bowed before leaving, allowing Mavis to inspect her sister.
Diana was pale and frail as always, her lifeless eyes glued to the flames of the fireplace. Mavis knelt down and began to scrub her sister’s arm with the soapy cloth Marianne had left behind.
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Mavis had only been partially telling the truth: she was going to market, but not one her mother would approve of. The Nightshade Market was at the outskirts of town, almost into the Forest of the Fae. According to rumors, there was a small bakery that sold teas and pastries laden with any emotion one could name, run by a petite woman with a
The Way the Sun SetsThere is light on the horizon.
If I faced east, I might have been up all night (as I feel I have),
staring at the dim glow of a computer screen,
scrolling through pages of notes,
and flipping the sheets of crumpled past homework assignments,
seeking answers my tired brain could not comprehend.
If I faced east, dawn would soon be upon me,
sun rays lighting the chapel steeple
that glows now in the spotlights' beams
against the cloudless navy curtains of the sky.
If I faced east, my brain would be buzzing with coffee,
swarming with words and answers and questions
I cannot currently conceive.
The world comes alive at daybreak, even for the sleepless.
But I face west, toward the setting sun,
the last hints of cyan light tinting the sky.
I face a night of tired eyes and quick distractions
that go on for far too long,
a night of long questions
and longer answers
and moments spent dozing into my tea cup.
I face west, toward the end of the day,
waiting for dawn
to bring the end of the night. AndromedaAmongst the darkened skies
Brightened by only starlight
Children play
Delightfully across
Every land,
Field & Sea.
Gravity is only an afterthought
Hilltops become ladders into the sky while
Inferior planets stare down upon the Earth
Jealous of such simplicity yet contemplating grandeur.
Keppler only thought of science
Linear, elliptical, movement…
Mythology had no such thoughts
Neptune & Nebulas both inhabit space
Orbiting across the lonely darkness
Probably never worried about mundane things
Questioning their existence
Right now or for all eternity such as us.
Shooting stars make us joyful while
Terminator is an otherworldly spectacle
Unknown to all those hidden in their houses
Various stars await us outside
Waiting to play like we did before
Xenagogue & inviting
Youthful but ancient curiosities.
Zenith induced euphoria continues until daylight…

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