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Random sci fi bit:
Someone walks into a room announcing, “I hate to be the bearer of bad news…” and their alien friend spits water because the translator said, “I’m unhappily pregnant with new evil.”
Who the fuck programmed their translator, Google?
At The End Of Time
At the end of time, He stood there staring down the shore. The world’s waves went as they always did, And his heart followed them, loving that girl, At the end of time.
chaotic neutral
I would trust him to defend my life
3am Burger-King style
In this weeping autumn weather,
My dreams are real; how they deal with,
You being gone.
They are of me in my world,
Of me searching for passion.
Yet when you're sleeping beside me.
And my heart's easy rests are like your own easy breaths.
Well, my dreams are of the fantastic. Out-of-bounds.
Out of this mind.
DARK SOULS III >> Rings
The Blasted Oak
"And though the question had lingered for long, In his mind, only in the night, When respite was kind, Did the Blasted Oak finally lead his heart astray.
For as he dreamed, Did little spirits come, To line up his visions on settled leaves, And let them sale amongst the breeze, That scattered them throughout the land, And yonder the Crooked Sea's own end.
So that when he woke and the question begged why, He would see the Tree's own twisting body, Reaching for the sky. He would see the treachery of dreams, And believe that they are nothing, ‘Til we leave this world.”
My Top Five Tarot Decks For Spring 2017.
The Spring season has been such a wonderful time for me to explore the various decks in my collection and find which energies I enjoy working with at this present time. I thought it would be fun to showcase my top five decks for the Spring season with all of you.
The Serpent Fire Tarot is a deck that speaks to my shadow self and helps me delve deep into the parts of my life that need illumination, healing, and forgiveness. This deck has given me so much without asking for anything in return and for that, I am so grateful to be using this deck throughout the spring for the renewal and rejuvenation of my mind, body, and spirit during this time.
The Disciples Tarot speaks to the mystical part of my being and allows me to freely express my spirituality while giving me hard hitting truths and blunt answers to my questions. This deck and its imagery provide each reading with endless symbolism and gorgeous artwork to sink my teeth into. I find this Tarot deck perfect for daily card draws because of its ability to uncover core themes throughout the day for me.
The Lioness Oracle Tarot is a beautiful and vibrant collage deck that speaks to the ethereal part of my life. This deck soothes my soul with its artwork and raw energy. When I first started working with this deck it gave me this strong motherly and calming vibe and as we have worked together, this deck has become one of the decks that I go to when I need a shoulder to cry on.
The Happy Tarot is the deck I go to whenever I need to be uplifted. This Tarot deck has been dedicated to my inner child workings and uncovering the parts of my childhood that I have suppressed because of traumas. This deck brings so much empowerment to my readings while grasping the energies and focus of what needs to be brought to the surface.
The Floret Oracle, although not a Tarot deck this Oracle deck is too good that it would be a shame if I didn’t include it on this list. It has been my go to oracle deck for clients lately. This deck feels like home and reminds me that things are going to be okay. The images and keyword combination of this deck really provide deep readings. It is such a beautifully done deck that not only creates this wonderful flow when reading with it, but it is also very clear to just pick up and use because of the warm but subtle voice that it has.
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Daily Motions
She left them there, not with alone, nor with trapped, no, no-one of that ilk. Instead, they found themselves in the company of a much more nuanced thing, a creature with a straight back and slumped shoulders, and eyes that did not reveal much. In short, they were in the presence of an unnamed thing, for not every feeling has a title. Many dwell between the derived meanings of words fostered to share ourselves with others, beings made to dwell within us, for us. However, few ponder the things that live within the things that live within us. A microcosm of the intrapersonal. Inside, they saw a haze, dreaily filtering the air, as lazy sounds sloshed about and this creature idly meandered away; for it was the feeling of a tame wanderlust for the self, a fruitless persuit in our quest to name that which is like a dream in its brevity and composure, so that when the moment is over, and the thing has vanished in the alien caress of morning light, you wonder, was it even ever there? They wish they could name them all, and they wish they could hold them in their concious mind, like anger. Show them to their friends and stow them away, just for safe keeping. But you cannot hide shadows, and the crystal air of winter can only be seen there. And they know this, they can feel it. They slowly accept their day-dream emotions, and continue with their lives.
It’s Not About Love
Do not ask me to describe love to you. Force me not to contrive an answer. We both know it will shatter, When love’s clumsy fingers it does learn to know. Because love does not hold the hands we make with words, It holds the ones we offer, the ones we accept to see. And in this, the love is like the moon; Romance re-invented, romanticized. So do not ask me to describe love to you. Instead, ask me to describe the things I love. And I will paint you things of great simplicity. Of a life’s peace, of the world I have learned to see. Ask me instead, what I have let into my heart. Where it lives and when it likes to come out. Take a moment to let go of that word: It is like closing your eyes and feeling the warm sun hang on swaying winds; You figure out that there’s nothing to lose, And that instead there is so much to give.
To be so lonely you told yourself you liked to be this way & almost believed it was true.
— Natalie Wee, from “[Suicide Letter In] Parts, 2010,” Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines
Just as you have loved before, you will love again.
Warsan Shire (via fyp-philosophy)
Ode to Rambling Words
It is like a street light in the dark. That whisp of smoke from the butt of a crumpled cigarette, The taste of which is not familiar to my tongue. It is like the everyday-hurts we feel, The “You don’t have to apologise” pains. Gone are the flames of torches, And tallow candles, dipped in truth. Goodbye dirt paths and cobblestone roads, The dead will only hear the rumbling of planes now. Hello to neon lights and gaseous brights, To asphalt and cracking glass. To boots in times of peace, Stomping on the every-day-man’s streets. Hello to pompous cheer, Goodbye to Sincerely-Here. Goodbye to my own mind, Hello to my passed time, Sweet like honeysuckle and Holunder brews. The softest kisser, of my most useless pair of lips. The kindest holder, of my most used pair of hands. So again, it is like a light in the stark darkness of a winter road, cradled in benevolent haze. That drifting line of fading heat, the most elegant smudge from the least elegant patron. It is the creature that makes the breeze that makes the wind, The waves that keep us sailing, the airs that keep us going. It is a fiction dwelling in post-mortem dress, but I digress: Affliction is not the root of suffering, and evil deeds maketh not the man. A ramble is still a thing, and a ramble I am. So goodbye anchor, you held me well. Hello vagueness, I am under your spell.
collision, n.
Our hearts crashed on a Wednesday. Regardless of the bruising, I kept hoping somehow in all that rubble we could pick up the pieces of stardust and be okay. I haven’t been fine since then, but I’ve been good at hiding the limping.
purpose, n.
I thought it was an accident. You apologized. Your tears trickling down those sad rosy cheeks in what I once believed was honesty, but you meant to destroy me.
empty, adj.
It’s been a long journey of being broken. I’m trying my best to fill this void but these crystalline cracks you left me with, ensure it is impossible for anything to make me whole again.
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