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The imagery here is enchanting and carries an undercurrent of desperation—seeking power at any cost. The line 'How to tame a devil and take your place among the stars' is both beautiful and haunting, hinting at the danger behind the promise. What would you give for a taste of magic like this?
In the gloaming dark where the low things crawl and nightshade is a chiefly tree;
In there, my dear, is where you'll find all the magic that was left to me.
Every incantation, every cantrip, and that charming grimoire;
How to tame a devil and take your place among the stars!
Doesn't it sound grand, my darling? Doesn't it sound sweet?
We'd no longer have to beg for every scrap we eat!
Now, don't you mind the rumours, darling. Don't you fret and fear!
Just you go and get it, darling, and bring it right back here.
Bring it right back here, and then... Oh, and then they all will see!
The fools they were to cast me out and dare to banish me!
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I dream. Sometimes I think that's the only right thing to do.
Haruki Murakami
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Creativity flows best when it’s natural. My favorite works always come from those instinctive moments. How do you tap into your creative flow?
Pray that when things come, they don't come un-natural or forced, that it'll be organic, natural, instinctive, intuitive, unexpected, flowing, innate, reflective.
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There's something hauntingly relatable about summer months that feel heavy with emotions. Denial, anger, bargaining—they often come in waves. Which season feels like the hardest for you?
love elizabeth s.
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It's always you, dear,
In every whisper and hue,
Forever, just you.
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Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
Aristotle
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There’s something so raw and honest about these words—like the quiet moments where regret and reflection collide. It captures that feeling of wishing you could take back what was said but knowing it’s too late. Have you ever had a moment like this, where words spill out faster than you can catch them?
but i hope you don't remember everything i've said
spilling words until i cant breathe
music raging in the background, muted through the door
i'm sitting in a bathtub that i dont know if its clean
but i didnt realise i was sitting in it until your voice quiets down.
and it doesnt matter anyway
quiet on your side
i disown my words
but that's fine
i dont know, though
anyways i dont feel that way anymore
quiet on your side
i hope you don't remember things i've said
by mistake,
on purpose
i hope you dont remember everything i've said
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We live in a world where there is more and more information, and less and less meaning.
Jean Baudrillard
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The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.
Albert Camus
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In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer.
Albert Camus
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This beautifully captures the overwhelming power of love—how it can eclipse everything yet still be a constant gift. It’s both fragile and eternal. What does love feel like to you?
I think love is the cry your heart makes, a gentle beam that eclipses your life in penultimate happiness and a gift that can never be taken away.
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There’s something bittersweet about dreams that feel so close, yet just out of reach. I’ve definitely felt this with a few projects that seem just out of grasp—always so near, but not quite there. What’s a dream you’ve felt on the edge of reaching?
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We are like islands in the sea, separate on the surface but connected in the deep.
William James
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Dreams are illustrations from the book your soul is writing about you.
Marsha Norman
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The wound is the place where the Light enters you.
Rumi
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We do not remember days; we remember moments.
Cesare Pavese
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This piece paints such a vivid picture of an intimate, creative space. The mid-century modern style feels nostalgic yet fresh, and the cherry red accents really pop against the softer tones. It makes me think about the personal touches we add to our own creative projects—those unexpected details that make something uniquely ours. How does this inspire your dream space?
beginning of "doll house"
let’s build a house together one of those big mid century modern models with a conversation pit a nice kitchen and an island an a frame roof and windows from the floor to the ceiling i want to paint it green and off-white with accents of a cherry red
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