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There’s something comforting about winter, its crisp cold biting at your neck, sending shivers down your spine, making your hairs stand on end. It overtakes your body, forcing you into a delicate shudder. It is harsh and unrelenting, but its consistency pulls you in a sense of tradition. And snow? Why, what less could it be than a blessing, proof that when nights stretch longer than days, beauty is still within your reach? Come, watch the stars with me ~

#winter #snow #beauty #aesthetic #raven #night

~ I believe this speaks for itself.

#nyctophilia #night #stars #darkness

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“Nycto” meaning “night,” derived from the latin “Nyct” and greek “Nyx.”

Nyctophilia, love of the night.

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Insanity, the Mind

Insanity is the mind, Growing and thinking beyond words, Beyond emotions, feelings. Beyond tangible. Knowing real, but real is nonexistent. It floats above the head, A shadow that remains in the night, Eyes that cannot see yet know all. It beckons. Neither is it imagination, nor creativity. Offering? Greatness. Knowledge beyond the world. Speaking without words, Understanding without fact, Grasping the intangible. Payment? Unknown. Darkness, silence, nothing. Loneliness, unable to share truth, Words without meaning strung carefully together, Adopting pseudonym mindless.

Insanity is the mind, Beautiful, dangerous, bounty of pirates, Beyond gold, treasures. Beyond tangible.

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“Away from all the reality...”

#lost boy #lost #boy #reality #peter pan #peter #pan #captain #hook #captain hook #tattoo #pen tattoo #marker tattoo #drawn #drawing #art

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The Necessary Evil

Once I knew a great man. No one could see his great nobility for it was hidden behind obsidian eyes. I would watch as he rode in upon his great steed of night. He is a stranger to all. I call him friend. In his presence, they would weep in fear, cry out like beggars, wishing for more borrowed time. Another stranger would he take away from a stranger land, and bring them forth to something else or nothing at all. Some pray to him, but he is no god. Some pray to the gods, but he is The Necessary Evil- A man bound by his duty, preforming an ugly job. His payment is immortality, but his punishment is living death every day, and living the hatred of the strangers who cry at them.

Death, my old friend, how I pity you.