A city made of clouds wanders the earth, walls of frozen tears obscuring it from the people below, an opaque swath of water except for a gate through which the spirits may enter. The city of the ancients is where all spirits go when they die, ascending to the heavenly city by the will of their gods. The world never sees the darkness of night, but it never sees the light of true day. For hidden in the depths of the city is the glory of the sun, bringing light and warmth to t

And after all, maybe life wasn’t meant to be defined by the grand moments, but by the quiet ones we forget to keep. The sound of waves moving with ease, the warmth of a familiar voice, the little things that ask for nothing, but our attention. Maybe happiness was never something we had to find, because maybe, happiness was always here, hiding in the little things, but we were too busy to notice.

I look up at the gasping stars in the silence. I know this wind, I know these streets These are my lanterns. But What happens when humans win? When our lights shine too bright- When we are so afraid of black skies we drown the starlight? And When we are but ashes, how will you see us? Dust, my love, but what kind? You will not see stardust, though We burned like stars. But we are not the phoenix. In brilliant flame stars are reborn, the bird made whole but us? We are once an

Every morning, we all walk through the same doors carrying the same basic thing: a bag. But look closer at the hallway, and you'll see it's not really the same at all. Our backpacks are all different, so when you set it down next to your chair, it ultimately sends a different message. So what is yours saying? The Sprayground I hope you are still in middle school with this backpack. With its bold graphics, wild designs, and shark-mouth flaps, this bag is bold and does not ble

Hawaii doesn't get a lot of hurricanes. This year we got a bunch in a row after a long time, and they all happened very fast. Hurricane Lala Lala showed up in August and hit the Island of Hawaiʻi head-on. That's the first direct hit on the island since 1871, which is so long ago that the last one happened before anyone's grandparents were born. Up on the peak of Mauna Kea, the wind gusted to 140 miles per hour, a record for that spot. To put that in perspective, it's about tw

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If I had never met you, and had never learned how love can swallow you whole, then maybe I wouldn’t move through the day, wide awake, but afraid to live. I’d survive moment to moment, each moment moving so fast that I can’t slow down. If I had never met you, and never learned the way your love speaks, then maybe words that are harsh would speak more meaning to me. If I had never met you, and never learned the boundaries of your love, then maybe time wouldn’t hold me hostage

Have you noticed how the impermanence of things urges us to be present? Have you noticed how you savor something a little more, look a little closer, feel a little more obligated to meet a moment fully when it carries a clear ending? The stream by my house flows maybe two or three or four times each year. Rains come, and I stand on a rock in its center, feel the water lap at my toes, watch it rush and bend out of sight as it moves toward the ocean miles away. I love to watch

Defeat The next night, in the dead of night, Rienna spontaneously woke. At first, she didn't know why; she heard nothing, it wasn't too cold, she wasn't hungry. But she was wide awake, so something had to have woken her. Then there was a sound outside. Footsteps on grass. She looked around. Both Luke and Hana were in the cabin with her. Which meant… the fairyeld must have come back. She got out of bed and shook Luke awake. "I heard footsteps," she said quietly. "It was pr

Crystal Magic A few days later, Rienna found herself staring at the bread and cheese meant for her lunch. She was hungry, but she just didn't want to eat it. She slowly picked it up and took another measly bite. She was constantly bored but tense, which was an awful combination. She'd read through three of the books in the room already, just as something to do. In each, Jenni maintained an attitude that she had done no wrong. According to the history book, one year, a hundred

But I know this isn’t goodbye– not really. It’s just distance teaching, how strong we are. Everything in me still wishes time would wait, or even stop. Just one more minute. You’re out there chasing your future, and I’m here holding onto the past– Not being able to let you go, because if I do: it means I lose you, just to grow. But go, make someone else feel safe, just like you did to me. Fill more rooms with your laughter just like you did to mine. And I’ll stay, saving you

Harry Styles new Album Kiss All The Time. Disco, Occasionally. dropped on March 6th and was absolutely life-changing and beautiful. After three years of silence, Harry posted a video on his YouTube on December 27th, of an old concert from the time he was touring. It shocked everyone and threw them off, making them wonder if he was making a comeback. He was. Hitting at some lyrics in his first single, he dropped a month later. In total, it is 42 minutes and 39 seconds with 12