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Ind. Stephen King multimuse. Written by Jay.
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gcnenineteen-blog · 7 years ago
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So I think I ought to announce a more extended hiatus, since it isn’t really fair to keep people waiting on me when I’m genuinely not certain when I’ll be back. I’m doing just fine, don’t worry - my motivation for RP has just fallen to the wayside in favor of work, school, and trying to do things with my own original work, which is surprisingly actually starting to get me somewhere. Also, just historically, I can’t keep myself immersed in one genre indefinitely without needing to shake thing up and try something new. I hope nobody’s upset by it, but trying to force motivation before it comes back to me has never worked before, unfortunately, even though I always find myself trying.
Anyway, tl;dr: I love y’all and I wanted to make sure my absence hasn’t/won’t imply otherwise.
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‘Ritual’ by Sam Yong (saminthewolf)
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“I see black light.”
— Victor Hugo, last words.   (via panatmansam)
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Pray as if everything depended on God; act as if everything depended on you.
Mishkan T’filah
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im not a very verbal person i just assume people can sense my vibrations like i sense theirs
pay attention
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gcnenineteen-blog · 7 years ago
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I was born to love no one No one to love me Only the wind in the long green grass The frost in a broken tree. I was made to love magic All its wonder to know But you all lost that magic Many many years ago. I was born to use my eyes Dream with the sun and the skies To float away in a lifelong song In the mist where melody flies. I was made to love magic… I was born to sail away Into a land of forever Not to be tied to an old stone grave In your land of never. I was made to love magic…
Nick Drake - I Was Made to Love Magic (via humanconditionquotes)
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gcnenineteen-blog · 7 years ago
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Folks always cite the fact that the Sirens tempted Odysseus with knowledge as evidence that it’s not always a sex thing, but I think we’re overlooking the rather more pressing evidence that Odysseus was a huge nerd.
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A Wet Road By Moonlight by John Atkinson Grimshaw, 1860s.
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“A philosophy that does not culminate in a metaphysic of ecstasy is vain speculation; a mystical experience that is not grounded on a sound philosophical education is in danger of degenerating and going astray”  - Henry Corbin, Creative Imagination in the Sufism of Ibn ’ rabi.  
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It is a privilege to worship. You will kneel before it.
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Faust in his Study, 1851 by Carl Gustav Carus (German, 1789–1869)
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YouDied by REYKAT
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I’m not only lost though. I’m unmade by the intent. Scalded by the too beautiful eye of it. How the far side of despair is reached by faith but not life. And there, beneath its great cathedral arc, let its loneliness be all of me.
Eimear McBride, from The Lesser Bohemians (via atreides)
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Childe Roland to the Dark Tower Came by Milo Vonnegut
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gcnenineteen-blog · 7 years ago
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Real magic can never be made by offering someone else’s liver. You must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back.
Peter S. Beagle, The Last Unicorn (via madhag)
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