Me: Can’t handle the stress of academic environments
Also me: Offers to write a three thousand word research paper on why I find a dom distracting with academic citations. (it’s because he’s pretty but I’ve managed to work in Greek Mythology, Early Modern Witch Hunts, the 18th Century Moral Panic about novels, and am moving steadily towards 19th century romanticism and glam rock… also Satan, like a lot of Satan)

This is what happens when Lucifer is your Dom role model. You make people write papers and read a lot of stuff.

  • I am above holding on to this anger.
  • I am strong enough and generous enough to forgive those who are worthy of forgiveness.
  • I am honest enough to admit that my anger may stem from another source, and may be projected onto those who have not earned it. 
  • I am confident enough to assert myself without anger. I know how to fight for my rights without anger. 
  • I am not so delicate that I must make anger my mask, my armor, my sword and shield, to keep those who only want to love me at bay. 
  • I am not ashamed of my tears and will not apologize for what I feel, only for what I do and say.
  • I am wise enough to laugh at my own foolishness. 
Quote

By ways remote and distant waters sped,
Brother, to thy sad grave-side am I come,
That I may give the last gifts to the dead,
And vainly parley with thine ashes dumb:
Since she who now bestows and now denies
Hath taken thee, hapless brother, from mine eyes.
But lo! these gifts, the heirlooms of past years,
Are made sad things to grace thy coffin shell,
Take them, all drenchèd with a brother’s tears,
And, brother, for all time, hail and farewell!

Gaius Valerius Catullus (ca 85-ca 54 B.C.),  translated by Aubrey Beardsley (1872-1898)

Rest In Peace, Sam. I miss you already.