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"I am in fact a Hobbit in all but size. I like gardens, trees, and unmechanized farmlands; I smoke a pipe, and like good plain food (unrefrigerated), but detest French cooking; I like, and even dare to wear in these dull days, ornamental waistcoats. I am fond of mushrooms (out of a field); have a very simple sense of humor (which even my appreciative critics find tiresome); I go to bed late and get up late (when possible). I do not travel much". ― J.R.R. Tolkien

@AlpacaAurelius THANK YOU. We also have higher needs for micronutrients like iron, calcium and folate, and are more sensitive to fatigue. Chronic stress disrupts our hormones more, and we have structural and cardiovascular differences that influence injury risk and optimal training styles.

Ladies, stop treating your body like a man's. You tolerate cold less well than he does. You dont do as well with fasting. You need more sleep. Carbs are critical for your hormones. You have a 28 day cycle unlike his 24 hour cycle. Your body is geared to safety, whereas his is geared to challenge.

#vss365 #lightning luxury is this room with plush leaves of silver oak pressing against the panes in thousands a studded landscape with hills streaking emerald lightning pink diamonds stashed in heaps in eglantine buds and molten sun— trying to steal the show succumbing to You— framed in sudden gold #poetrycommunity #Writingcommunity

She finally released her poetry book & set it between 2 cups of tea Its pages bear traces of utopia & lines once let fall away Frayed mornings & nights without armor tremble in the margins There was no plan only words passing through like #lightning Exact & unanswerable #vss365

Tonight I empty my pockets of fake metaphors Just words Immersed in barefoot truth You ask me Why I speak less And I tell you I am fluent in silence But what I say I mean it like a vow When I come to you I don’t leave my chaos and flaws by the door I carry them with raw honesty To remain bare in front of you We are different You, the lightening I, the darkness You, the fire I, the water You, the vibrancy I, the dimness But something flows in our veins Finding sustenance despite difference Let’s just feel each other No need for intellectual conversation No ethics of Socrates No logics of Aristotle No existentialism of Jean-paul Sartre No need to go to Dostoevsky  to hide our loneliness How can they understand the insanity of emotions The fragile ground beneath us holds all the weight we need We sit holding  forgotten generations Still believing in the charisma of timeless souls In the miracle of two bodies Sharing the same silence since eons And even as we speak of distance Love simmers underneath Not roaring But unwavering Calling keats to whisper in your ears “I almost wish we were butterflies and liv'd but three summer days Three such days with you I could fill with more delight Than fifty common years could ever contain.” #vss365 #bravewrite #inkmine

Sometimes you stumble into truths that were meant to stay buried… pacts between men are never really pacts at all, are they? You’re let into the backroom of his thoughts where a portrait of you hangs, and, on it, he’s written the words: uptight meddlesome annoying all of the above…always. The business of truth isn’t poetic, is it? And you hear… ugly inconsequential worthless confirming that brutal mirror you held to your face for a lifetime wasn’t lying. the business of truth isn’t poetic, is it? Hearts are meant for breaking… that is all… that’s the poem.

my life, my strife building it all up between masala curries tempering worries Wisecracks, thunderclaps #lightening getting through glistening cracks projecting ghosts Upon the ceiling the prelude to healing Then, crepuscular rays shining freckles in the morning ~rev #vss365

Being in a place where birds are always singing is an underrated blessing

in a world full of cortisols be someone's serotonin

#vss365 Hear my cry Hear my curse Rise high In ululation Storms brew Thunder crashes #Lightning sparks My rage burns The lands for generations To hell And on to oblivion My love you mocked A woman scorned Now you’ll feel it’s damnation

My heart screams For you To you Do you hear My lips Say the words I so dearly wish to utter But you don't hear Or may be, wish not to listen Instead You turn away As I recite That I have loved you Forever and a day And I will Love you For a million more Days to come

Laughter echoes, as the comic lays truth bare. The ministers wear raincoats, to dodge the dues and the rain. Farmers hold umbrellas sold by bankers when skies were clear, who want them back the moment clouds appear. ~rev #OnePicPoetry

You have become What you have feared But now They are the hunters As once were you Where will you hide You look back But they're not Following you From behind They're flanking And you're their prey Do you keep running Or Do you stop Turn Fight And so fight She must

As a writer myself, I highly recommend reading other writers' and authors' works. You never know what insight, inspiration or ideas you might get doing so. You can't write without reading. Tell me if I'm wrong.

I like the way staying home and doing nothing fixes me.

You can tell who has never built anything by how casually they speak about destroying things.

The most underrated act of kindness is simply letting people be. Let them mispronounce a word, talk too much about a show they love, or get excited about something you don't quite understand. Everyone has something that lights them up, let them shine, even if it's not your thing.

She is storm Rising from her own disturbance Bringing her wildest winds And thrashing rains She is a place not here Nor there But One of years gone by And as Her colours Bruise Upon the night sky She strobes her bright white anger For all to fear

Broken, harried and lost, adrift on oceans of pain. Be the #psychopomp. Guide them gently, dispel their fears, honor the tears they hold. Lead them onward to the quiet shore, to the warmth of waiting sands. ~rev #vss365