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#This is the skin of a killer bella#thunderstorm#lightning#rain#thunder#the perfect weather for vampire baseball#Spotify
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I’m learning to fly, to levitate myself. No one is teaching me. I’m just learning on my own, little by little, dream lesson by dream lesson. Not a very subtle image, but a persistent one. I’ve had many lessons, and I’m better at flying than I used to be. I trust my ability more now, but I’m still afraid. I can’t quite control my directions yet.
Parable of the Sower by Octavia E. Butler
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Finding a fresh new daydreaming plot is honestly the best feeling.
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Vincent van Gogh. Undergrowth. 1889. Oil on canvas. Van Gogh Museum, Amsterdam.
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Immortality is the digitization of the soul. Everything I am is encoded in zeros and ones, my existence is mythologized and diluted until I don't really exist, I only seem to.
#girlblogging#space#Boötes Void#writting#just thoughts#writeblr#thinking about existence#writings#write#Spotify#something cosmic#big god
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Let this new foreing language be illegible to humans, let it be read exclusively by automatons, machines. That way by night, in their great underground shops, they can organize readings of their own bar-coded poetry. Move. Get going. Blessed is he who leaves.
— Flights by Olga Tokarczuk
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Maybe if i was in northern Italy listening some sufjan stevens as my life soundtrack my existence will be better….
#i wish today it was one of those rainy summer days with big gray clouds and that smell of grass and nostalgia in the air#how much i desire to stop having to become an adult with adult stuff to do#i wish i was a cloud
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As I dive myself into an appetizing end… I flavor decadence in the air.
Jazz is a lovely sound for introspections in the beeing.
Just now I feel like walking in an alley at night while ‘Take Five by Dave Brubeck’ fills the space. And then out of nowhere an adventure is falling at my feet, of course I’m wearing one of those flapper dresses and a fancy coat.
And I guess in some mysterious sense, I’m the moment.
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