Once upon a time, in the wee stages of life, the darkness felt too vast and terrifying to bear – my heart would shudder at the thought and I needed some external source to light the way.
And yet, as I grew older, I began to realize there was nothing within the inky blackness that had the power to hold sway over me. For indeed there was a light inside of me that shone brighter than the sun and moon…and it is a light that does not extinguish, no matter what night…neither life…has to say.
This is totally me (read: my interpretation of me) when my husband says I’m nice and I vehemently (albeit foolishly) deny it. Maybe I just want to be called evil every once in a while. Not because I actually AM…the dark illusion is just so tempting! I mean who didn’t want to be Skeletor when they were a kid?!
Had I seen this earlier in life, I’d have insisted my parents get one for the dining room. Seeing as I’d have been the ONLY person willing (*cough*…desiring) to sit in it, there’d have been no need to fight over who sits where.
Seriously… This dark and dreary investment could have single-handedly prevented sibling-fueled fights. . .
Chair by Bobby Grace
Yep. The face says it all…
There are times in Life when it seems all light extinguishes, leaving blackness, fear, and despair.
And yet. . .
In the midst of it. . .if we look deep without our inner recesses, we will find the inextinguishable flame we’ve carried all along.
Remember what you have accomplished. Remember the demons you’ve conquered, the tears and blood you’ve shed. For you are a warrior, stronger than anyone else can ever know. You are a survivor, you are beautiful, and you are a beacon of light in spite of all.
Yes, yes…that’s what I said. Ice Cream for Goth chicks.
If lactose wasn’t so vehemently opposed to my stomach, and ice cream wouldn’t so zealously affix itself to my body, I would be seeking out Little Damage Ice Cream forthwith.
I don’t *totally* get the “unicorn” craze – I can respect the love of iridescence, absolutely, but I feel like this is getting to be a little overboard. Whatever. . .I’d go crazy for black ice cream regardless, just because…but as it squashing the overwhelming barrage of rainbow swirls left and right, I have to say I’m smiling ear to ear. . .
Goth girl getting back at the illusory and evanescent concept that is the prismatic unicorn? Maybe. . . But I think it’s more directed at the onslaught of look-at-pink-and-blue-sparkly-anime-eyed-me’s.
I’m not a trend follower, though – there it is. I lean towards the caliginous so despite my personal penchant for glitter, I’d ditch it for black without a second thought.
I mean, black and red ombre?! Holy shit, I’m in heaven!!!
All I can say is these cones, black as night, and the dark-and-dreary hued ice cream is up my alley and beyond. Had this been more prevalent when I was little, you better believe I’d have had it in place of birthday cake at my parties. Too bad, five year-olds, you can deal without pink for five minutes.