“They miss the whisper that runs any day in your mind, "Who are you really, wanderer?" and the answer you have to give no matter how dark and cold the world around you is: "Maybe I'm a king."” -William Stafford, A Story That Could Be True
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I’m absolutely certain this has been posted several hundred times already, but it should never be forgotten.
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Updating the "Buzzkill Moves" List (Or the Britta List)
Adding “Unsolicited Puns” to the list. Fatal convo ender/mood killer.
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Tangible Breakout
Papercraft by Mick Theisen & Laurent Paulus
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Magulo ang mundo dahil sa pag disagree.Simple lng obserbahan mo yung kausap mo magbangit ka ng isang bagay tapos sasabihin niya hindi mas ok dun sa ano.
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FIRE. FUCKING. TORNADOES.
Fire tornadoes(also called fire whirls, firenados, fire devils) are rare weather events that occur when a unique set of conditions come together.
They can come in different sizes and intensities. Most commonly, fire whirls occur when hot, strong winds, often whipping through trees, come into contact with already raging bushfires. Updraughts of hot air catch the fire and surrounding winds send it whirling into the air, sucking up debris and flammable gases. They also acquire a vertical vorticity. CSIRO fire researcher Dr Andrew Sullivan says that in order for a vortex to form, a ‘shear’ must be present, which is a flow (for example a prevailing fire or wind) coming perpendicular to another.
The gif above is from one of the the most recent firenado video filmed last year in Australia, by filmmaker Chris Tangey. For 40 minutes he watched in amazement as several 30-metre (98 ft) tall fire tornadoes danced just a short distance away from him.
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Tuesday morn-ings
Tumbling. Rolling. Struggling. Chilling. Drizzling. Reading. Writing. Boiling. Steaming. Eating. Drinking. Bathing. Brushing. Bleeding. Dressing. Running. Silver lining.
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'Til Death Do Us Part
'Til Death Do Us Part
'Til Death Do Us Part Sacred invitation, darkness' temptation
'Til Death Do Us Part Words spoken at the peak of euphoria In trappings as white as snow 'Til Death Do Us Part Most wish to say Most dread to have said Rolls off the tongue, sincerity in question
'Til Death Do Us Part Vows shared Ankles snared Wedding march blared Nostrils flared
'Til Death Do Us Part Enchanted spell or curse? Ministered by two Fused into one
'Til Death Do Us Part Promise often broken Undecided minds, forceful hearts
'Til Death Do Us Part Taunt to the Reaper
'Til Death Do Us Part
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Day One
"Mortal son of man, once again you have visited the Realm of Dawn, under the rule of-"
*Riiinggg*
Once again I wake up, trapped in this cycle of platitude. You'd think that I'd get used to it, but you just can't help but hope that something different would present itself each and every day that follows. Fantasies never happen, however, and wishing for it to happen to your life would only amount to frustration. With the series of sentient beings in this forsaken neighborhood, you'd think that at least one of them could go out and seize the day... That person might as well be me, I sometimes ponder, but no.
Never.
Not ever... or at the very least, not now...
Perhaps I might have grown used to this, and unconsciously nurtured a fear of change and consequence, anchored to the age-old adage of "If it ain't broke, don't fix it."
So once again, here I go and suit up for the day, while silently wishing that the Hand of Fate would play without me lifting nary a finger; a call to Chaos without befitting punishment, as one may say.
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A Plea from a Tainted Soul
As the serpent deceived the maiden of Eden,
why must thou turn thy eyes unto mine and turn me into a heathen?
My princess defiled...
My soul exiled...
Fallen star! Leave me be!
Reason, with your meddling I fail to see!
Begone, Beast of Pride!
Into a demon you've turned me from the inside...
Now, to you my princess the windows of my soul solemnly stare...
The angel within this dark soul restrained from giving care...
Forgive this fiend, I beg of thee!
Bring back those moments of innocent laughter and glee...
And here ends the child of Chaos' plea,
in his darkness he is afraid to drown as it expands into a sea...
Princess, for one last time grant this demon's invocation,
he vows, never once more shall he succumb to provocation...
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Hello Romeo
I always thought Romeo was just another poor schmuck caught in some kind of brutal cosmic irony, which caused him his untimely demise.
Turns out, this 'poor schmuck' reincarnates.
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Nothing lasts forever
Well, I just had to let go of another piece.
I think I just died a little bit inside. T_T
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Shattered Psyche
Recollect
Reorganize
Reconstruct
Revitalize
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