universeobserver
Like most sensitive souls, you already know you’re sensitive.
You soak up others’ moods and desires like a sponge. You absorb sensation the way a paintbrush grasps each color it touches on a palette. The ethereal beauty of a dandelion, the shift of a season, the climax of a song, or a certain stirring scent can evoke such wonder it’ll behave as your very breath itself- moving through cells as fuel does to fire and wind does to waves.
Victoria Erickson   (via universeobserver)
thewritingcafe
thewritingcafe:


Part I: Creating a Religion
Part II: Religious Hierarchies
Part III: Pantheons, Deities, Mythologies, etc.
BONUS: Ceremonies (birth, death, naming, sacrificing, rites of passage)
This is similar to Part III, but more specific on a single deity.
BASICS
What is a deity?

A deity is a divine or supernatural being that meets one or more of the following:
Is worshiped by a population
Is given attributes and associations
Is recognized as a divine being
They are often referred to as gods and goddesses.

Your religion does not need deities.
TYPE OF DEITY
You can have different groups of deities within a pantheon of deities. These groups can be separated however you want. Perhaps one group is for all the water deities (rain, storms, fresh water, salt water, waterfalls, snow, ice, etc.) or maybe the deities are separated by hierarchy.
What you do with these groups is up to you. Deities within one group might share similarities in their appearance or behavior, or each group might have a different following of worshipers, or each group might represent something as a whole (an animal or a season, for example).
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thewritingcafe:

Part I: Creating a Religion

Part II: Religious Hierarchies

Part III: Pantheons, Deities, Mythologies, etc.

BONUS: Ceremonies (birth, death, naming, sacrificing, rites of passage)

This is similar to Part III, but more specific on a single deity.

BASICS

What is a deity?

A deity is a divine or supernatural being that meets one or more of the following:

  • Is worshiped by a population
  • Is given attributes and associations
  • Is recognized as a divine being

They are often referred to as gods and goddesses.

Your religion does not need deities.

TYPE OF DEITY

You can have different groups of deities within a pantheon of deities. These groups can be separated however you want. Perhaps one group is for all the water deities (rain, storms, fresh water, salt water, waterfalls, snow, ice, etc.) or maybe the deities are separated by hierarchy.

What you do with these groups is up to you. Deities within one group might share similarities in their appearance or behavior, or each group might have a different following of worshipers, or each group might represent something as a whole (an animal or a season, for example).

Read More

allmymetaphors

I said at sixteen that I don’t believe in anything, but now
I am thinking that isn’t true. I am thinking of you,
and the dappled light on the floor of your room.
And your songs, and your jaw, and the color of the moon
before a snowstorm.

Both eighteen, we agreed that this love
was not worth waiting for. The door was locked.
I touched your skin, and wondered if it would ever happen again.

At the train station, I cry, and a stranger brings me tissues.
I don’t want to kiss you, so you leave, and my knees are weak.
There is nothing sharper than the words, “I am not what you need.”

So I preserve the last moments in amber
and build a shadow box. I settle for “he loves me not.”
And I tell my mother I’m fine, but last week
I met someone with your eyes
and had to leave the party, just to avoid him.
Friday nights, I get drunk in the bathroom
and I make a scene. My friends keep me clean.
They don’t let me call you when I am bawling on the bathroom floor.
I tell everyone I don’t miss you anymore.

And you don’t miss me anymore. And I am a whore,
and maybe I told you already, but love is a pretty heavy concept.
So I won’t say I love you. Everywhere I go I hear new
reasons to believe that I am lucky. My friends love me.

On Saturday morning I shave half my head. You will never see it.
You will never ask
how I am healing.
I was surprised to find I had been faking it all along.

Let’s Not Waste Our Time With This Anymore; Hannah Beth Ragland  (via allmymetaphors)