Love this.
I wonder if people get me sometimes. I have always thought it sweet when people apologize for cursing in front of me, but fuck is like my favorite word.
I have always had hang-ups about how to deal with people. Like sometimes people will assume I'm really sweet and Christian and I'm like, um, so, are you going to like the real me?
I have a mish mash of ethics, hang-ups and personal beliefs that don't correspond to organized religion I've studied, so I try to just not worry about it.
It's funny too, when I'm in safe harbor is when I get so mad, in retrospect.
I dreamed in darkness, cold and alone. Phantasms shifted around me, frightening me, but I was powerless to escape them or even move, as I was sealed in a casket. I thought of the Queen, my Stepmother, and tears dripped from my eyes as I considered the quasi-poignant moments we had once shared, when we might have been considered to be close, when the Queen had nearly been a mother to me, and the face of love had shone radiantly upon me, before eclipsed again by the storms of Venus. I thought of the huntsman, stung to consider that my only friend had been poised to betray me, to kill me, and again in my mind I felt the horror of his shadow, of waiting while he came behind me, knowing there was no escape for me from a death he would inflict. My heart lifted as images of the Prince entered my mind, his grace atop a white-maned horse, always out of my reach, just beyond the words I longed to speak. If only there had been more time for us to fall in love. He might have saved me from those...