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u won't ever return fight me i'll fight u blindfolded
you’re not wrong
“Even in rainier areas, where dust is less inexorable and submits to brooms and rags, it is generally detested, because dust is ( N O T O R G A N I Z E D ) and is therefore considered aesthetically bankrupt. Our light is not kind to faint diffuse spreading things. Our soft comfortable light flatters carefully organized, formally structured things like wedding cakes with their scrolls and overlapping flounces.It takes the mortal storms of a star to ( T R A N S F O R M ) dust into something incandescent. Our dust, shambling and subtractive as it is, would be radiant, if we were close enough to such a star, to that deep and dangerous light, and we would be( R A V I S H E D ) by the vision—emerald shreds veined in gold, diamond bursts fraught with deep-red flashes, aqua and violet and icy-green astral manifestations, splintery blinking harbor of light, dust as it can be, the quintessence of dust.” ― Amy Leach, Things That Are
DONT PLAY WITH THEM, DONT TOUCH THEM. THE EARTH IS SHIVERING.
{ Will you ever return to this account?
yes!
U r back from war
not yet!
Premortality is not a relaxing doctrine. For each of us, there are choices to be made, incessant and difficult chores to be done, ironies and adversities to be experienced, time to be well spent, talents and gifts to be well employed. Just because we were chosen ‘there and then,’ surely does not mean we can be indifferent 'here and now.’ Whether foreordination for men, or foredesignation for women, those called and prepared must also prove 'chosen and faithful.’
Elder Neal A. Maxwell
This is prophetry: you paint yourself with the doe’s blood and thrust your head into the mouth of the wolf.
hopeful to be bitten, but not expectant // Juliet Crawford
I wanna lose my virginity to ur writing tbh
i forgot abt this kat thank u i lov u
dictionary poem iii by mica k
gildedmouths thanks for the word choice! :)
It’s important for me to note that I’ll be taking a break- how long it lasts just depends and whether or not I’ll be coming back is still something I’m unsure of. (To put it short I need to figure out what I want to do with my life and take care of myself). This is just to show my appreciation for everyone cause you’re all amazing writers and I’m happy to have met all of you, even if we’ve only spoken a few times. Anyways, ignore the shitty graphic and let’s dive right into this.
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continual stream of consciousness defined as “path to god, god, sainthood, god?” a breach in treason, a tear in acquaintancehood, acqiesce to being used against will. the concept of divine intervention is a tired one but it serves as a motivator nonetheless. can’t see in the shadows and can’t see if you’re not seen. if the self is god, what is self-harm? divine intervention, repeat.
it’s funny because it’s a paradox. maybe somebody’s laughing. whatever. what matters is intent. naivete emphasized. wisdom, in practice and without support, impossible. this is where foresight becomes a blessing and where you come as something self-described, self-prescribed, beautiful. if you take a break, you cease to be both extremes and, ending this lifestyle, end thought, become nothing, take on a new goal, become the opposite.
Resign yourself to greatness and call the inevitable absence sadness. You haven't felt it for a while, but you can see it ahead, off path like a light in the fog. What isn't yours yet delineates everything else as part of what you could (and shouldn't) be.
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Name: Kim Jongin
Nickname[s]: Jonginnie, by his parents, and a few friends in high school. Didn’t stick.
Height: 182 cm/5'11"
Relationship status: Single
Birthday: 14/1/94
Favorite color[s]: Red, blue
Favorite singer/band[s]: Bach and Stamitz in high school, TVXQ in middle school, none at this point.
Last song listened: Lion Heart
Last movie watched: Interstellar
Favorite book: Bible, On the Origin of Species
Last book read: Critique of Pure Reason
Alarm clock sound: Default
Currently reading: Molecular Biology of the Cell, vol. 2
# of siblings: 1 half-brother
# of pets: 0
Best school subject: Biology, English
Cell phone type: Galaxy S5
Current shirt color: White
Gamer: No
Day or night: Night
Summer or winter: Summer
Most-visited website: naver.com, yonhapnews.co.kr
Celebrity crushes: None
As the Bacchae knew, we always tear our Gods to bits, and eat the bits we like.
Adam Gopnik, ‘What Did Jesus Do?’, The New Yorker
[SMS: jongin jongout] ㅎㅅㅎ jonginsshi [SMS] how does moses make tea? [SMS] hebrews it [SMS] ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ
[ sms : mikoto ] [ sent : 1:24 a.m. ] I'll brewse you