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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.
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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. It's all about spreading the love! 
As always I welcome suggestions for news, events, projects, groups, or contests for Love dA Lit! ♥
Love dA Lit Gives a Big Thank You To...
I'm sorry I forgot how beautiful you are.Replete with Lethean currents,
I yield to the dye in your hair;
jet black oblivion like the day we let blood:
delirium, but safe in a sheepfold.
Of Kings and AidOropher gripped his glass of wine tightly. “I will not see my people put under the rule of a Noldo, by default and acceptance of aid. Surely you can understand why as a people, we would be hesitant to go under your rule when your relatives have caused such problems for us.”
Gil-galad opened his mouth to speak, before pausing and looking to Galadriel.
“Perhaps he is simply confused as to why you would rather persist in making your own way without help,” Galadriel said. “You fled from the same troubles we did, and it could be said that it is folly to remain on your own when you could seek aid.”
“Is your husband of the same mind as you? Or does he recall the same as I do, that the Nandor refused to accept another king after the death of Denethor?” Oropher asked, sipping from a glass of wine. He looked into the corner, where Celeborn sat. “Have you lost all sense that you led these two into believing that the Sindar would accept a Noldo
Long roadMy eyes see,
but i can never be.
Pain to joy,sadness to happiness
my life was turned upside down.
Your frown faded away,
as I wandered astray.
You lost yourself in hopelessness,
even though i was typing this post.
I found you and moved closer,
as i grew fond of you.
Your eyes turned to a pale gray color,
you defied my every move as if it were hail.
My eyes became watery,
and the skies whiten.
There you were smiling at me,
i laughed in relief.
To my belief though,
i couldn't reach you.
This day-glow forbid me,
from going to you.
Now my eyes drifted astray,
but i knew the way.
In due time,
because with patience i will wait for you.
Dear SelfDear Self:thumb446039221: :thumb445459291:
24-03-14
Dear self...
…
This shouldn't be as hard as it is, yet it is.
I should be able to find at least one thing,
just one thing at least,
to love about myself...
...yet my brain freezes
and fingers twitch like goldfish's mouths.
I love you brain, perhaps,
but I am not only a brain.
What about eyes?
But they lead to the soul and can I love that?
Turns out that I can,
so I will write to that instead;
let's take this one part of myself at a time.
Dear Soul,
You are kind and compassionate,
caring for others more than yourself.
You know that is partly due to lack of self-esteem,
your counsellor knows that too,
but until the moment comes when self-esteem is necessary
we can go on innately caring for others
without a thought as to why,
for who cares as long as you care?
You love to listen to others,
what they say and what they can't,
and you are good at it.
Perhaps due to your introverted nature;
but, again, who cares
as long as the listening is done.
I love
Socks and PicklesMr. and Mrs. Pickle were a peeling couple in their mid-seventies. The two lived together in a forlorn cerulean barn, accompanied by swine, cows, chickens, and a lustrous apple orchard. The setting was torn straight from a rural picture: miles of stretching emerald pasture, toothbrushes of wheat, and the occasional unwelcome, weedy visitor.:thumb442100451:
The Pickles' aging home was located miles from the boisterous city in an attempt to escape from the rapidly expanding technological era the world seemed to be thrown into. Unfortunately for Mr. Pickle, he and his wife still had to stop by the city's library every so often to keep in touch with relatives and buy food not supplied at the farm. Mr. Pickle was an old-fashioned man; he'd grown with a proud sense of independence and a hint of superiority at his ability to avoid unnecessary machines for the majority of his life. His early childhood consisted of cow milking, clothe washing, and the occasional belt whipping. And thus, Mr. Pickle's family grew
