Omnia mutantur, nihil interit

Everything changes, but nothing is truly lost

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davestr1d3r‌:

⚙ – you know what sometimes it just be like that ⚙ – aries is a fucking bitch but its astronomical bitch proportions are nothing compared to capricorns ⚙ – like id take a pummelling from an aries over one from a capricorn any day of the week ⚙ – aries give it to you straight capricorns will like ⚙ – toy with you for months before gleefully pulling you apart like a lego

" 𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥, 𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖. "

" 𝔹𝕦𝕥 𝕀 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕞𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕓𝕖 𝕖𝕩𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 𝕒 𝕊𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕦𝕤. "

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 it’s 4 in the mornin g what the fuck am i doing

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davestr1d3r‌:

⚙ – damn man you really know your space shit i bet you were raised by a scorpio with a capricorn rising ⚙ – aries just has everyones skin breaking out in hives

“ ℕ𝕠 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕞𝕖. 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕖𝕩𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕨𝕒𝕪. “

“ 𝔸𝕝𝕤𝕠, 𝕀 𝕕𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝔸𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕕𝕠𝕖𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥.   𝕌𝕟𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤𝕝𝕪 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕝𝕪. “

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davestr1d3r replied to your post: 

think thats just leo season man

" ℙ𝕖𝕣𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕤. 𝕀 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕦𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕝𝕪, 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙. "

" 𝕀 𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕩𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕝𝕝 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞 𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕃𝕚𝕓𝕣𝕒 𝕤𝕖𝕒𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕜𝕚𝕤𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕖𝕤𝕖 𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕤, 𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕤 𝕤𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕣 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝔸𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕤 𝕔𝕣𝕠𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕙𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕫𝕠𝕟. "

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" 𝕀𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕕𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕀 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝔻𝕖𝕝𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕦𝕞'𝕤 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕤𝕥. ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕟𝕗𝕝𝕦𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕥𝕖𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕠𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪 𝕦𝕡 𝕥𝕠𝕠 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖. "

" 𝔼𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕠𝕟𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕖. "

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“ ℍ𝕞. 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕦𝕝𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕒 𝕧𝕒𝕤𝕥 𝕡𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕖.

𝕀 𝕨𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕚𝕗 𝕀 𝕔𝕒𝕟 𝕗𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕠𝕡𝕝𝕖 𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕗𝕣𝕠𝕞 ℚ𝕦𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕠𝕟. “

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arithmattic‌:

It was weird, Matt could have sworn someone was having a conversation, but this man was walking alone with his bird. Matt didn’t know much, but he knew that ravens didn’t talk.

Until the raven talked.

“Bird–” Matt blinked, taking a moment. Okay. Matt had seen enough to believe this. It was fine. The bird talked. “Right.” Should Matt introduce himself to… the bird? “My name is Matthew, too. Uh, just Matt, really.”

The two of them were so large and imposing now that Matt was trying to speak to them, his voice wavering. “I’ve never, um, spoken to a bird before.”

“ Hey hey, two Matthews. Matt, rather. Small world, huh? “

It’s unlikely that a raven could smile, but he did seem to crow in a manner following that implied laughter of some sort. Matthew pecked at his feathers a bit, grooming himself before turning his head towards his tall perch.

“ ℕ𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕡𝕠𝕜𝕖𝕟 𝕥𝕠 𝕒 𝕓𝕚𝕣𝕕, 𝕄𝕒𝕥t? ℙ𝕚𝕥𝕪. 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕙𝕒𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕥𝕠 𝕤𝕒𝕪, 𝕚𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕤 𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕟. “

The lanky tree of a man brought his arm stretched out and his hand opened, most likely to shake it. 

“ 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕡𝕒𝕟𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝔻𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝔼𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤. 𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕞𝕖𝕥. “

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page 5 from The Sandman (1989) #44 by Jill Thompson, Vince Locke, Daniel Vozzo, Neil Gaiman and Todd Klein

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@talonbow​

The night and its mysterious lull towards the unknown wraps the narrow streets in a close embrace, with only the street lamps serving as any reminder to the light. It’s in this twilight that the real oddities of the town come out to play, or the truly unexpected and unlikely becomes that much closer to reality. 

The raven soars through the darkness, unseen and stealthy. He glides along the currents with ease and grace, the entirety of the district underneath his wings. People appear and vanish as they step through the light of the lamps, then back into the darkness. But something in particular caught the corvid’s attention, causing him to swoop down and rest atop one of the streetlamps.

“ Hey kid, you shouldn’t be out so late. What’re ya doin’ out here? ”

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arithmattic‌:

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Ah, the second day in this strange place, and Matt wasn’t dead yet. He was minding his own business, taking note of the people he saw. No one he knew. Well, that was good. Everyone was still safe, then. He barely even noticed the mass of black as he walked by, until he was certain someone had said his name.

“Can I-” Oh. This was a big… goth… man, with an intimidating looking bird. Matt had never seen someone who looked like that, not in all the galaxy. “… sorry. I thought you said ‘Matthew’?”

“ Yeah, we should really check this place out, boss. This ward’s all twisted like the Dreaming. Floor plan’s all wild, an-  “

The raven’s reconnaissance report was cut short as his master stopped moving through the throng of people. He tilted his head some, looking back at Dream.

The ‘big goth man’ looked down at the human who had garnered his attention, star-filled eyes glowing in his direction. Just a human, it seemed. 

“𝕀𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕, 𝕤𝕚𝕣. 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕒𝕝𝕤𝕠 𝕓𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕞𝕪 𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕖𝕟. “

“ Hey there. “

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#mind your business edward scissorhands

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" ℍ𝕖 𝕕𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕞𝕤 𝕒𝕓𝕠𝕦𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥. 𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕚𝕥. "

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“ Love? Geez, I can’t remember the last time I loved anyone. Prolly when I was alive. Y’know, a real flesh and blood human. “

“ I’d say it’s for the birds, but that ain’t even right. “

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sistermaenad‌:

“… i’ll forgive your ignorance and your quesTioning my faiTh, darlin’… i know mosT of you non Trolls don’T follow The good word aT all, so i shouldn’T hold iT againsT you.”

" 𝕀 𝕒𝕞 𝕠𝕗 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕗𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕤, 𝕥𝕣𝕠𝕝𝕝. 𝕀 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕔𝕖𝕕𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕖 ‘𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕖𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕕𝕒𝕣𝕜 𝕘𝕠𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕝’. 𝔻𝕠 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕡𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕞𝕖. ”

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sistermaenad‌:

“love is eTernal… love is desTruction, which our mosT mirThful of messiahs haTh wroughT. i have sTared inTo the belly of the beasT and knew of iT’s burning, agonizing embrace. iT beckons us Towards The end of all Things. love is sTillness. when every lasT believer has achieved The sTaTe of being ThaT awaiTs us all aT The end of life. released from our morTal roTTing shells. To a sea of burning flames and revelaTion…”

" 𝕀 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖. "