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Secreta Secretorum. Het enige wapen dat ik heb, is mijn vermogen om te dromen. [email protected]

[silk353]

All nature directs me somewhere, carries some invisible portent, but it's all inchoate associations, nothing but dreams upon dreams. I do imagine though, consummating the feeling, seeing it through, impaling the sun.

[silk353]

Philip Glass's work for the Mishima film soundtrack is fantastic. Runaway Horses ("poetry written with a splash of blood") is my favourite from the album.

"The instant that the blade tore open his flesh, the bright disk of the sun soared up and exploded behind his eyelids."

[silk353]

Why is this suddenly getting likes? Tumblr interactions are something that I have to get used to.

[silk353]

My natural obsession with fleeting, empty moments, swaying trees, rain running down a car bumper, the silence of an airplane overhead is the only things that in any sense feels as though connects me to reality.

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[silk353]

Playing an film on 1.5 speed, drunk, doom scrolling on twitter,... Number one zoomer behavior that the past never thought of

[silk353]

Wat een kut week was het.

[outofeverythingthisnamewasleft]

Juul Kraijer

[silk353]

I shifted through several dream segments in my sleep, some too personal to mention, but the last;

'My deep vorney is dead.'

I had said, immediately greated by my usual neighbour on my waking: heart attack inducing panic.

Noting that this dream was the first I had where I spoke English, I wrote it down from my own intuition, knowing that this serene and ethereal feeling will soon wither away. Now that I have freshen up, I see that this particular word 'vorney' does not exist as of my knowledge.

As for the dream self, all that I could remember as of now is written below:

In the afternoon sun, I'm kneeling at the beach; I looked briefly towards the sea. I closed my eyes. I hear the sound in my chest; a heartbeat, trembling, waves.

I'm awakening.

My body aching towards the brutal waves. I had said it with a relieved breath to my body, the last smile wavered, and disappeared, and the warmth is all that's left.

I will henceforth use 'Vorney' to represent this.

[silk353]

Es gibt keine Emotion, die nicht ihre eigene Schönheit trüge und nicht des Erlebens würdig wäre.

[silk353]

[silk353]

Am I cursed or something, why is it whenever I am fasting, there will always be an enemy for me to defeat, I didn't even bother how many of these turkish delights I ate.

[silk353]

Went from clear blue skies to sheets of rain and grey clouds, back to clear blue skies, brill.

[silk353]

Het kostte me best wel veel, maar ik weet dat het bedrag niets voorstelt tegen de waarde die het boek mij gaat bieden.

[michaelnordeman]

There are days in February when spring feels like a rumour rather than a promise. I know the seasons will turn, they always do, and I cherish the way they guide the year. Still, the wait can feel long. These flowers are a reminder from earlier springs and summers. A gentle assurance that colour, warmth and life will return.

[silk353]

Light Yagami is één van de beste personages ooit geschreven, ik zou hem vergelijken als de niet-gekke versie van Raskolnikov.

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[silk353]

kut buren, en hun onwaardige huwelingen die ze elke maand wel hebben. Ik haat deze wijk zo erg.