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She looks like something out of Mann’s sanatorium—ineffable, beautiful, self-corroding doomed, a bit mad.

Jack Kerouac, from a letter to Allen Ginsberg (via provst)

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page pack 02 by themesbyzsu // hardziam

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I made a navigation page for my disney blog and got kind of carried away, so here’s another pages pack! A matching theme may come later. Pretty basic, just use 1-2 extra colors and an image! the “search” button can be taken away. Sidebar image credits to petitetiaras, tooltip credit to Arash Manteghi. 

a few things:

do NOT ask me how to add a link. google. or use this.

for the faq page search for YOURURLHERE and change it so the ask box works. 

it’s a custom page so install it as a custom page please don’t send me an ask wondering why it doesn’t work if you’ve just copied it in!!!!!

the tooltips on the blogroll can be finnicky so don’t try do anything other than change the colors if you don’t know what you’re doing!!

that’s all, enjoy!! ~~~

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stars like her are more than just light. touch her and you’ll blister. love her and you’ll burn.

Auriel Haack, Light Source (via musinghs)

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Alternate Theories Memo

Review of several dated reports of our Lifestream has shed new light to my many theories about the Cetra inscription. Just as we are born from the flowing matter below our feet, I now believe that Chaos and Omega may also be sentient life forms that the planet creates at its own will.

If we were able to discover the exact location where these two beings are to be born, the scientific repercussions would be enormous.

I was informed by a fellow paleontologist this morning that the new company had discovered another Cetra artifact, and a new large-scale research project was scheduled to begin. She also said that my assistant had been offered a place on the team.

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His is not a blessed name. There is blood in his footsteps; There are ghosts in his breath. His scars chart no constellations; His voice speaks no prayers. His fingers hold guns, not caresses; His lips form screams, not kisses. But I feel sunlight in the warmth of his skin and trace mountains in the peaks of his spine. His lungs breathe my name with his winter; His bones carry my touch with his sins. And I find peace in his war. I find home in his exile. This is not a sacred love.

keep your angels and your heaven; I love a damned boy, and he loves me (j.p.)

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“Either you can give me an explanation,  or I am again losing my mind.”

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“She looks like a sweet little lamb from afar, but when you get close, you find out she skinned and ate the damn thing just to use it as a coat. She’s a beast.”

A mix for all your werewolfy needs. Listen here

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Just as we return to the planet when our lifelight has faded, the planet returns to the cosmos when her time has come. Anything that has definite shape will one day cease to exist. The same is true for this world. Before she takes her final breath, the pure Lifestreams that flow freely beneath her crust will be brought together into one by Omega— the ultimate lifeform. His purpose: to gather all life, sentient and non, and lead it into the sea of stars where it will embark on a fabulous journey along a road untraveled. However, when Omega has lifted the life from this planet, all that will remain will be an empty shell destined to die silently in the limitless void of space.

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three-materia-blog asked you: So I, uh, really didn’t like the way Lucrecia was portrayed in Dirge of Cerberus in some ways—she reminded me of Tumblr when they have server problems, honestly—but I don’t think I have much insight into why people like her, outside of “well that was some really questionable characterization, yo.” So do you mind sharing what your favorite, say, two or three personality traits of hers are? (If that’s okay?)

No problem, and thank you for asking! I will try to keep this as brief as possible:

What I love most about Lucrecia is the fact she’s a walking conflict of interests. Fans of Neon Genesis Evangelion might recall one Dr. Naoko Akagi, a brilliant mind who built three supercomputers designed to place the key aspects of herself - the scientist, the woman, and the mother - in competition, and that’s essentially how I see Lucrecia as well.

The scientist - an ambitious academic prodigy struggling with ridicule from the wider scientific community over a thesis she poured her heart and soul into. An intellectual who tried to suppress emotion with logic - who saw that her child would change the entire world forever if she could step back from her maternal instincts and him go.

The woman - grieving from the loss of a man who she saw, perhaps, as more than just a mentor, and tormented by his shadow everyday when she looked into the eyes of his son. She loved Vincent, but couldn’t stand to have him around. Then, there was the other one beside her who didn’t seem affected by anything, who didn’t seem to feel anything (besides the professional frustration she understood all too well) - and in her longing to be free of all the confusion and guilt of the Valentines’ love, she fell for Hojo as well.

The mother - plagued by doubt as the pregnancy advanced, growing more attached to the child who, despite the God he would supposedly become, was still going to be a little baby when he first arrived into the world. She had, perhaps, always believed she was doing the right thing by him, but the increasing complications both internally and externally forced her to question all her choices.

I think Lucrecia tried too hard to be too much, and ultimately it was her own good intentions that destroyed her. She lived through a very particular set of circumstances which meant the scientist, woman, and mother aspects of herself clashed spectacularly and simply could not coexist, and by the end a compromise wasn’t even possible. She couldn’t give up one aspect to save the others, so she had to give up on it all.

And that truly terrible internal struggle is why I love Lucrecia. I understand some people view her actions as unforgivable, and I’m not trying to justify what she did. But to say that she should’ve just, say, run off with Vincent and saved Sephiroth etc, would be grossly oversimplifying her character.

I hope that all made sense! I tried to keep my own headcanon out of this as much as possible and just work off canon, but if anyone’s interested in headcanon please feel free to ask as well. :)

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For the darling honey, @turpium.

love letter from a scientist

I am not a poet. I am a scientist. I can measure the exact frequency of your voice when you speak my name, but I cannot explain how it resonates with such perfect clarity down my spine. I can describe the process by which you inherited your mother’s hair and your father’s smile, but I cannot explain where the twinkling galaxies in your eyes came from. I am baffled by the apparent gravitational anomaly that draws me to you with a force far too great for your size. I know of no way to quantify  the volume of your presence in a room.

I am not a poet. I am a scientist. Prose is not my specialty. I will never be able to combine words to craft sonorous verses as easily as I combine chemicals in a flask, but know this – to me, you are every bit as fascinating as the view through a microscope. To me, you are a mystery greater than any cat in a box, and are fraught with as much uncertainty. Each day brings new understanding of you,  and the knowledge that there is still far more  to discover.

I am not a poet. I am a scientist, and there is nothing a scientist loves more  than the the pursuit of discovery.

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Tahereh Mafi, Unravel Me