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hello! as you may have noticed, i am no longer active on this blog. i have a main/gaming blog @mvrianhawke and a personal blog @maxcaulficlds if you want to keep up with my life or keep in contact!! i miss u all

ahhh i havent been on this blog in like a YEAR wtf so many of my posts are still gettinf notes im happy and tipsy thank u guys......

flcurdelacour

skyrim gothic

you need to deliver a staff to enthir. what staff? who is enthir? it’s been so long since you were asked to deliver this staff. it remains in your inventory, though you do not remember where you got it. you know exactly where enthir is, though you do not remember his face.

the waterfalls have stopped working. you seem them in the distance, still, unmoving. you can hear the crashing of the water, but it is frozen in place. the locals do not notice.

you open a book. restoration increased to 100. you open another book. enchanting increased to 100. you spend only a few minutes in this library, and leave as an all-powerful being.

you realise that you have only ever heard the same five voices. everyone you meet starts to sound so alike. you have killed many people who screamed in your wife’s voice.

you have never seen a dunmer child. you have never seen any elf child, in fact. the only children here are nords. you soon realise that their faces look exactly alike. even the eyes, you notice. they are wide and afraid.

you have seen many dragons crash straight into mountains. you have seen fewer dragons emerge from the mountains.

you have forgotten the songs of your hometown. the melodies faded from your memory long ago. you try to ask the local bard to play your favourite childhood song. you try so hard. your memories escape you. you have only ever heard five songs. you ask him to play ragnar the red.

gabriellabowden

At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.” In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing - not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over. Each baby, then, is a unique collision - a cocktail, a remix - of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms. When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes - we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare

Caitlin Moran (via falltospring)

THSI LITERALLY MAKES LIFE WORTH EVERYTHING

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viviling

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Holy fucking shit.

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yohoyohoadisneylifeforme

Colors Of The Wind from Pocahontas on a Harp w/ Maple 🐶 “Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon?”

i-peed-so-hard-i-laughed-deacti

this is so peaceful i almost forgot that i’m dead inside

hopsjollyhigh

there are so many layers to why this vine is immaculate. the slight blur of maple in the background. the halo effect on her fur. the warm autumn lighting. there are no flaws to this and i could watch it forever

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raavenreyes

i really need a love story about a star that falls to earth and becomes human and she has thick curly hair and skin as dark as the night sky and big twinkling eyes and she falls in love with a brown girl from brooklyn who spent her childhood staring up at the sky from the rooftop garden she’d have to sneak up the fire escape to get to because the mean owner of the penthouse up top never lets anyone up there and she crosses the city to follow what she thinks is a shooting star crashing to earth and finds a girl who glows and has little luminescent pears embedded in her cheekbones and is fascinated by her human love and all things human

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