Family Photograph
Aka I reread notavodkashot’s fic “the sun is out, the day is new” and I am soft, so have some CorNyx family fluff.
Nyx, Aranea, Prompto & Cor © Square Enix art © Murderous-Coffeebean
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Family Photograph
Aka I reread notavodkashot’s fic “the sun is out, the day is new” and I am soft, so have some CorNyx family fluff.
Nyx, Aranea, Prompto & Cor © Square Enix art © Murderous-Coffeebean
m a t t h e w f a i r c h i l d x skeletons [keshi]
once upon a time there was a prince with golden hair and dark green eyes...
Undelivered Energy
Date : 4 July 2020
Written on : Morning of 5 July 2020
Duration : 49 minutes at 11:28 pm
Depth :
‘The thing I regret most about some of my working days is that I don’t think about God while working. I don’t try to add the Hong Sau to my waking working breaths. I don’t watch my breath or heartbeat while I am up and about. I don’t give attention to the point between my eyebrows while I spend hours at end working. In addition to this, I watch TV abandoning all intention to gather some focus. Oh ! What a loss that is ! My nightly meditation suffers on days spent like this.
Last night was like this. Fortunately, I had the power of attention to support the session but I didn’t have the power of intention to go somewhere with it. As a result, I shook progressively more through the session but it seemed like energy loosened up rather than energy being returned to Sender.’
July 4, 2020 - Day 15
Even more cleaning spree today, even got the top of the fridge!
Too much ... nobody want your win .. close your mouth ....go out.
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I hope to one day somehow hear the story of his mother and the contractor. He said, another time
Hard to describe. It’s a naive or an absent “good”. The shock allows me to feel ok but understand that something is terribly awful at the same time. I think I’ll be cruising that way for a while