A few months ago, I bought a mug with gold gilt. On sale. Not a gift either nor because of an occasion to remember by it. Just plain, pretty mug for 15PLN. I drank my coffee from it since. I spat loose tea leaves into it. It never felt particularly significant. An ordinary object. Only when I lost it, I realised its true value. I sat comfortably at my desk one evening. Looking at my phone, I reached to take my song-text notebook. Trivial situation. My clumsy fingers were unable to avoid the mug. They allowed it to topple over, to slip from the desktop. Even though I did not see the split-second occurrence, I felt the pressure of unease. My head painted the trajectory of the fall on its own, the shattering, spillage. The loss. For a millisecond I still had hope, that I would be able to catch the mug, that I would be able to avoid what was about to happen. But I knew I was headed for failure. I don't have any superpowers. I only scalded my fingers. I looked at the mug's new shape for a long while, at the shattered pieces. At the spilling liquid. Our adventure came to an end. Irrevocably. I won't be drinking coffee from it anymore, nor spit tea leaves into it. Well. I shouldn't be sad, it was just a regular mug, just like thousands of others. I grew to like it, it kept me company throughout hundreds of warm drinks. I lost it. I hate this feeling the most. In the moment when I am losing something, I stop in my tracks, I hold my breath. It is always a very intense moment. A short one, but one that gives me the tight unpleasant feeling in my stomach. The feeling of loss is always accompanied by hope. Silly and naïve. Making me believe so strongly, that I can make it. That I will still be able to catch the mug mid-flight. When the feeling is entering the body, crawling into me I realise, how important it was to me. Whether it's Nivan or a stupid mug with gold gilt.

Using the prompts for Goretober, I'm writing short stories following Casper, my Drag King/Manself. Let's have fun!

Fall Out Boy is back from hiatus! It's not a reunion cause they never broke up! But damn I was so excited I had to start a fan fiction. I update everyday or other day. Yay! Intro: Lillian Trescott wasn't your average middle aged woman, she was the ex of Patrick Stump, best friend to Pete Wentz and go-to-for-advice girl to Andy and Joe. Follow her as life takes her into a world of confusion, childish behavior, swearing like sailors, and falling in love. (This story has come along way since the beginning and it's not even close to it ending!)

I only recommend this story for people who have seen, understood, and enjoyed the 1986 movie Labyrinth, starring David Bowie(and his awesomeness) as Jareth-the villain-and Jennifer Connelly as Sarah-the main character. For those of you who haven't, watch it before reading this story my amazing brain came up with. Sarah and her friends return in this amazing new adventure, Labyrinth 2: Jareth's Comeback. The all-powerful(and totally frightening) Jareth has returned in need of a bride; a young maiden to assist Jareth's rule in the new era of the goblin kingdom! Alas, the only girl Jareth would ever settle for is Sarah, and it will always be that way. But Sarah-even though she had fallen for him with the help of his tricks in the previous adventure-still sees this magic-wielder as an uncaring, selfish, cruel man. But the truth is...he never wanted Toby. He never would've harmed him, the whole thing was done with a decoy. All he wanted was Sarah. Through dangers untold, and hardships unnumbered, Jareth will find a way into Sarah's heart once again, even though her will is as strong as his, and her kingdom as great. But worst of all, he may not find a way, for he has no power over her... *new cover created by abyss-of-crazy*

a new guy at work. seems legit. little did you know that this one person at this one moment could take you on the most important journey of your young and stressful life