#timebound

[dvsprite]

celebrating tết today! áo dài beamed my sylph of time for the occasion

[en8y]

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mind4time: a flag for those who are mind-bound who prefer, prioritize, or have exclusive relationships (of any kind) with other individuals who are time-bound.

time4mind: a flag for those who are time-bound who prefer, prioritize, or have exclusive relationships (of any kind) with other individuals who are mind-bound.

@radiomogai @liom-archive @obscurian @x4xarchive

[scoutoftime]

being timebound isnt for the weak every time there’s a small inconvenience i RUN

[the-squeege]

remembered today is marked in my calander as ramov appreciation day so here he is :)

[gayratgrave]

[classpect-crew]

Ode to the Timebound

A figure appears suddenly from stage left, shining like a sun against black cosmic curtains speckled with stars. It is difficult to look at their face directly—one’s eyes keep slipping over their form like water over smooth glass. They are beautifully divine, wholly androgynous, their body wrapped in a cloak as dark as night. It does nothing, however, to conceal the radiance of their form. They reach center stage and turn to the audience, raise their arms in a grand gesture, and in a voice that seems to come from everywhere at once, they speak:

“I have given birth to this world, but my children shall never drink from my breast. I gave them life, but I cannot give them milk. They must discover this human kindness on their own. I have placed a heart in each of them that yearns to touch another, and a mind that is restless and filled with wonder. They will struggle without my ambrosia and fall victim to those thousand natural shocks that flesh is heir to. Yet, again and again, they will rise from the earth anew.

Just as the mighty phoenix bubbles up from her own ashes and takes to the sky like the chariot of golden-eyed Helios, so too will these mortals shuffle off the dust of death like the humble sparrow and strain even harder to reach the sun. Feathers and wax—oh, how they blister and burn!—great towers to reach forbidden heavens, Enlightened Masters and brilliant scientific minds. Is it only through suffering that they experience such profound joy? Must they always descend into the bowels of Hell before they are worthy of Heaven? And yet, their artwork, their music, their minds at work: what beauty comes from this rivals the gods’ creations.

My siblings will forgive me for being so bold. We, who never die; we, who walk the nine realms like stepping-stones; we, who believe ourselves first-born; we, who are unchanging; what can we learn from decay?

What can we learn from death?”

[retrocgads]

USA 1984

[therefugeofbooks]

"I was young and in love, and that rarely leads to wise decisions."

Timebound by Rysa Walker.