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“Sometimes the world of the living gets mixed up with the world of the dead.”

The Others (2001) dir. Alejandro Amenábar

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(via)

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Like the trees above me I am rooted, deeper than you see I am connected to everything And everything to me The wind is strong The rain drives down But I stand tall, reaching for the clouds As the sun warms my skin I am alive, I am free I am one with the all And the all one with me

/|\ M.G.

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“I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth.”

— Unknown  (via crownedcorvid)

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“I wanted to be imprisoned in the dying shimmer of a word, to raise the echo of a past emotion. I wanted to escape to the world of the forest, its dark meditations,”

— Rabbe Enckell, tr. by David McDuff, from Nordic Voices; “The Goods Wagon,”

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“There is an endless forest within my heart. An endless cosmos within my soul. If you love me, if you dare, prepare to be lost beneath leafy boughs and starry skies. Prepare to see eternity within my eyes.”

— If you dare to love me- M.G. TheBasilDruid /| (via thebasildruid)

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Baselland, Switzerland

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by Nik Rijavec

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Bram Stoker — Dracula

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Stairs of the Villa Carolina by Tomislav Marcijus

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The untamed resides in my insides

Shedding the human skin that revives

As the darkness of the night cloaks my eyes

I am reborn and my spirit flies

I hunt in the shadows between the worlds

And I weave the thread of the three spinners through powerful words

Gaze within my eyes and you shall see the abyss

The great shade behind the mirror, to me your fears you shall submiss

The ancient ways I tread as the forest guides my step

The path of the hidden, veiled to mortal men fooled

Their ambitions, illusions and pride by hate are ruled

Pace inside the circle with the sharp blade at your heart

Leave your weapons on the ground, embrace the in between, realm apart

Echoes of the dead, as above so below

I am the arcane, in this world, unknown

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To speak of the unspeakable

To unveil the meaning of the dawn and of the shadows where I lay

Where all things merge, where all is found

My blade is truth, my blade is the word

Uttered upon creation, the first name

The first riddle, the first spell

When all was still nameless

My blade is the honor of my soul

My blade is forged by immortal fire

My blade is my truth and my vow

My blade is my sorrow and will

My blade is what cuts the veil of Maya

It is the thorn that shields the rose

And I have dwelled in darkness

To wield such power in the light of justice

I might have fallen to its weight

I might have been broken countless lives before

So I could learn how to dance its deadly dance

So I could become its edge and its spirit

Me, and my divine blade

Of the relentless warrior that never dies

But only rises again each time

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Longer nights and shorter days,

The arcane mystery in between dusk and day,

In the sharp cold wind, the shadows carry me,

I longed in darkness, so the darkness I became

While others curse the call of winter, I take a bow

To the roots of naked trees, I make a vow

To walk the path of nightfall, to dance with the untamed

For I carry my own fire within; distorted lies cannot keep me chained

In the world of men, I am just a wanderer

With words of power, eternity's devout sorcerer

I have come to bring you knowledge, if you dare to see it

Would you dare to gaze within nature's feral eyes?

Would you dare to speak truth against the blade of the wise?

Would you walk away, or walk beside me?

As uncertain illusions deceive, sorrow illuminates my sight

As I face tortuous paths to guide towards true light

That lies not in the loudest hymns of our times

But among the stars, within the land, deep in the night

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Yun Dong-ju, tr. by Peter H. Lee, from The Silence of Love: Twentieth-century Korean Poetry; “Primeval morning, I”

[Text ID: “Love with a serpent, / Poison with flowers.”]

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