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.

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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.
I got the pleasurement of having the home all by myself for the next two weeks, I should have asked for time of leave of work had I knew sooner, but oh well- it is a nice suprise. I had gotten easier irritated the past week by my Mother's sound. I think I will start this vacation with vodka and watching safe (1995).
History is just this fictional thing, or a myth, or set of aesthetics for shows and whatnot. There's this implication that humans today are intrinsically different from those detailed in history, because there's no way good people like us could perpetrate those acts.
I lack a vice, everywhere I look, each and every individual seems to fuel their willingness to live with some kind of vice; whether it be alcohol, cigarettes, media-- I have dabbled only with Alcohol at this moment of time, I truly have nothing to myself.
I feel ever incomplete.
There sits a child on her lonesome in the corner of my mind crying for me.
I face her often, we don't exchange a word, with my gaze I feel as if I dump all of my burden upon her, but she doesn't resent, she doesn't resent, she doesn't hate, she only wants a quiet rest.
For her I hate, for her I promise to save this place and burn the rest.
I have started my journey through Final Fantasy XV.
The emptiness of the Western United States has always appealed to me when I was an child, the few movies that I watched brought salvation to my hatred at the country. I dreamed of a vast, deserted expanse I could aimlessly wander for days without encountering another person, only ever coming across endlessly stretching roads that seem to lead nowhere. A larger FFXV;
I have long avoided this game, clouded by disappointment and others reviews of it, it hadn't looked to be part of my journey at the time. I wouldn't be able to open my heart to its world. I think that it is why now in my beginning stage of my twenties that I feel drawn to this game particular.
In an false recreation of my childhood room, i will play this game with an frozen heart burning for the feelings of a purity-violated teenager grasping for a moment she can never return to.
Let's meet again, somewhere in this universe.
Contemporary media often portrays lawyers as decadent, amoral and pragmatic. The antithesis to these traits are perfectly depicted in Teru Mikami. Highly methodic in his approach, took his ideals to their further logical conclusion and answered the urge for a firm hand to stem evil.
And weep, and weep, and weep. And the rays of sun stream through the orange leaves, and the blinding glare through my eyelashes gives me briefly the impression of a different world.
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