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𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓞𝓹𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓼 • 𝓦𝓛𝓦 𝓯𝓪𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓬 𝓻𝓮𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓰𝓮𝓻 • 𝓐𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓽𝓲𝓬𝓼 • 𝓣𝓥 • 𝓜𝓸𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓼 • 24 • ⚢ • ☻ • 𝓢𝓱𝓮/𝓗𝓮𝓻 • [𝓟𝓸𝓼𝓽𝓼 𝓛𝓮𝓼𝓫𝓲𝓪𝓷 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓽] - ❥

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finally watching masters of the air… ISABEL MAY?????

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ISABEL MAY the moon & back

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princessrhcenyra

I remember stories of the great war, how it seemed man had lost all reason. That we'd become animals, or perhaps we just surrendered to the fact that animals is all we've ever been. But there are moments where I feel we are more. Where we have evolved beyond a search for the next meal or the dominance to breed who we choose. Where we breathe fresh air deep and can almost taste its maker. I wish I could freeze this moment. I would live in it forever... swimming in the possible while the mud of the real is stuck to the shore. We weren't poor. We weren't desperate. The road west is filled with failures... but failure isn't what drove him. It was a dream. And the dream is coming true.

princessrhcenyra

Looking back, there were two journeys. One was filled with danger and death and despair, the other, adventure and wonder. I was on the latter. And I loved it… I didn’t know enough to know they would collide. I didn’t know enough to know how cruel and uncaring this world can be. The world doesn’t care if you die. It won’t listen to your screams. If you bleed on the ground, the ground will drink it. It doesn’t care that you’re cut. I told myself when I meet God it will be the first thing I ask him: why make a world of such wonder then fill it with monsters? Why make flowers and then snakes to hide beneath them? What purpose does the tornado serve? Then it hit me: he didn’t make it for us.

princessrhcenyra

I remember the first time I saw it. Tried to find words to describe it… but I couldn’t. Nothing had prepared me; no books, no teachers, not even my parents. I heard a thousand stories but none could describe this place. It must be witnessed to be understood. And yet… I’ve seen it, and understand it even less than before I first cast eyes on this place. Some call it the American Desert, others, the Great Plains. But those phrases were invented by professors at universities surrounded by the illusion of order and the fantasy of right and wrong. To know it, you must walk it. Bleed into its dirt. Drown in its rivers. Then its name becomes clear… It is hell, and there are demons everywhere. But if this is hell, and I’m in it… then I must be a demon too. And I’m already dead.