#imaginary lyrics

[givreencres]

Ereshkigel

En :

There was a time when I asked you...

Will you follow me into the darkness?

Will you follow me into the meanders?

Will you follow me into the light?

Will you follow me to the edge of emotions?

Will you follow me wherever my steps lead ?

Will you follow me through the ages?

Will you follow me through the tumult of time?

You didn't answer me

I kept asking you these questions

Again and again...

In the course of discussions and the passage of time

Through the turns of our meetings and the events of our lives

We followed our own paths

Our paths always intertwined

And yet you never answered me

And yet we were always there

For each other

One with the other

Love transcending time

Love fighting against the wind

And my eternal questions...

Will you follow me through adversity?

Will you follow me through melody?

Will you follow me where peace awaits?

I never expected a gesture from you

Just a word

A word you couldn't say

A word to set me in motion

And an action I couldn't take

Too long to go without an answer

And yet we're still each other's

So tonight...

I take the world as my witness

I give up everything for you

No more waiting, no more fear

Just one sentence...

Hanging in the air for eternity...

I...

Love You...

Ereshkigel

Fr

À une époque je t'ai demandé...

Me suivras-tu dans les ténèbres ?

Me suivras-tu dans les méandres ? 

Me suivras-tu dans la lumière ? 

Me suivras-tu à la lisière des émotions ? 

Me suivras-tu là où mes pas nous guideront ? 

Me suivras-tu à travers les époques ? 

Me suivras-tu à travers les tumulte du temps ? 

Tu ne m'as pas répondu 

J'ai continué à te poser ces questions 

Encore et encore...

Au détour de discussions et du temps qui passe 

Au détour de nos rencontres et des événements de nos vies 

Nous avons suivi nos propres voies 

Nos chemins se sont toujours entrelacés

Et pourtant tu ne m'as jamais répondu 

Et pourtant nous étions toujours là...

L'un pour l'autre 

L’un avec l'autre 

Amour transcendant le temps 

Amour luttant contre le soufflant 

Et mes éternelles questions...

Me suivras-tu dans l'adversité ? 

Me suivras-tu à travers les mélodies ? 

Me suivras-tu là où la paix nous attend ? 

Je n'ai jamais attendu un geste de ta part 

Simplement un mot 

Un mot que tu ne pouvais dire 

Un mot pour me mettre en mouvement 

Et une action que je ne pouvais entreprendre

Trop de temps à passer sans réponse 

Et pourtant nous sommes toujours l'un à l'autre 

Alors ce soir...

Je prends à témoin le monde 

J'abandonne tout pour toi 

Plus d'attente, plus de peur 

Une seule phrase...

Suspendue dans l'air pour l'éternité... 

Je...

T’aime...

Ereshkigel

© Givre Encres

[aardwolfpack]

"Ding dong, the witch is dead! Wh-which old witch? The wicked! Ding dong, the witch is dead, the Wicked Witch of the West!"

"Kidnap the Sandy Claws so we can have a party! Kidnap the Sandy Claws so we can spit in his face!"

"Bring back the buckyball before I have to kill you..."

[3v3ry0n3z-fav3-al13n-x3]

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[lochallthedoors]

Liam first sings "World's in Need" live, Blackburn, 27 April 2022

Noel interview in The Sun, 4 May 2022 (one week later)

"There She Blows!" released 2 June 2023

[historicity-was-already-taken]

In the past I have been highly critical of the fact that so much Holocaust memory is constructed through the autobiographical/memoiric writings of men, like Elie Wiesel and Primo Levi. And I remain critical, because that male canon obscures the experiences for women.

I've understood for a while that women write for their families while men write for history, but I've finally figured out how to put words to another piece of it. Because women perceive their individual experiences to have been unimportant, or as a tiny part of a whole, their writings are much harder for laypeople to understand.

One of the most moving Warsaw Ghetto resistance memoirs I've read so far has been I Remember Nothing More: The Warsaw Children's Hospital and the Jewish Resistance by Adina Blady-Szwajger. Towards what I'm going to call the first ending of this memoir (pg. 153), she writes:

When I finished the last page of my memoirs, I went back to the beginning. I read them through-and suddenly realized that something was wrong. I had wanted to bear witness to the true events of those times, but I had done it very awkwardly. Over the last forty-five years, the world has changed, new generations have grown up, and everything that happened has faded in the mists of history ... Everything has changed - even the streets I wrote about are no longer on the map of contemporary Warsaw. So much of what I wrote has ceased to be clear and comprehensible ... We have crossed the barrier of shadows, and one by one we are leaving. The young are left behind. And it would be a good thing if something of those years remained for them. And so we need to explain, not just to reminisce. I don’t know whether I am able to. I am not a professional writer, or a chronicler. But I must try ...

This type of ambivalence towards one's right to record their memories over such a traumatic past is a typical presence in women's Holocaust memoirs, but so is the issue Blady-Szwajger so eloquently points out above: the memories recorded are niche, interpersonal; recording events and landscapes and individuals which have not penetrated collective memory, and remain obscure to laypersons. At the time, the massacre of a Ukrainian shtetl was the most memorable moment in a writer's life, but from the lens of us, as students of history, it may be a blip in the larger history of Einsatzgruppen actions at the beginnings of Operation Barbarossa.

Because male writers are much more likely to understand themselves as purveyors of history, and not simply as small, modest pieces of a collective, many of their writers include attempts to contextualize events they personally experienced within the larger history of World War II and the Holocaust. Whereas women, simply remember.

[steakrogers]

i know well what lies beyond my sleeping refuge --

the nightmare i built my own world to escape

[interactivefictionramblings]

Wein ich, von deinem Anschaun tief gestillt…

Mich stumm an deinem heilgen Wert vergnuege…

Dann hoer ich recht die leisen Atemzuege…

Des Engels, welcher sich in dir verhuellt.

When I, enraptured at the sight of thee,

Silently delighting in thoughts of thy holy worth...

‘tis then that I clearly hear the soft breathing...

of the angel that lives hidden within thee.

- To The Beloved, by Eduard Mörike

[asurrogateblog]

not to be insensitive but tbh I don’t really feel bad for jim morrison’s death mythologizing him as a martyr to rock because in the last few weeks I have read a significant amount of the fucked up esoteric philosophy that inspired the doors and I am now 100% certain that jim was perfectly self-aware of the consequences of how he cultivated his public image and knew exactly what would happen if his choices led to an untimely end. I’m not saying that’s why he died but I am saying he saw the writing on the wall so I’m not gonna do him the disrespect of pitying him for purposefully embodying the tragic poet

[scienceandstorytelling]

Am I the only one who hears lyrics in the instrumental part of Straight Down? Before the end chorus?

[tessasilverswan]

Fresh Out the Slammer/Cardigan

Second ref to the folklore love triangle? (first being August/imgonnagetyouback here)

[esoteric-aesthetic-lyrics]

Bristol - Imaginary Future

[givreencres]

Dancing with yourself

Anger Sweet poison with an insidious, syrupy taste I say your name Like an old friend Like an old enemy I wait for you I resist you I fear you But I don't run away from you Anger Ravaging of beings You have already possessed me I have rejected you Now you come again Anger Pure energy Lurking, you're always there Ready to take your due A moment of weakness And there you are, temptress Ready to overwhelm Anger... anger... Anger... anger... I say your name I feel you lurking at the edge of my heart I beseech you before you act We confront each other Neither of us gave up A new dance begins Anger... Anger... Anger... Anger... Anger... Anger... I cry out your name I beseech you I confront you Our eternal tango resumes You take turns Charming Hypnotic Liquid I know all your steps We've been doing this dance for so long You and I have no secrets Our tango is driven only by pure will Anger... Anger... Anger... Anger... Anger... Anger... I say your name I deprive you of your hold I capture you I say your name I am no longer afraid of you Anger... Anger... Anger... Anger... I refuse to swallow your poison You can keep it Anger... anger... I look you in the eyes From now on I lead the dance You have no choice but to follow me To follow my heart To synchronize your movements with mine Anger... anger... Prisoner of my rhythm Here we are in alignment again

© Givre Encres

[deepersea]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Ensemble Stars! (Video Game) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: HiMERU | OreMERU (Ensemble Stars!)/Reader Characters: HiMERU | OreMERU (Ensemble Stars!), Reader Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Sex Toys, and buying them, Strap-Ons, specifically, Pegging, Masturbation, getting walked in on, Dirty Jokes, Anal Fingering, this is equal parts porn character study and silliness, i consider it the mission of my writing to make this guy laugh and get fucked properly Series: Part 13 of Slice of life and coffee cups Summary: While this is not a way in which HiMERU would have ever expected to be spending his Saturday like, here he is: Scrolling through 34 strap-ons, carefully selected by you.

[radioreprise]

ventured too far into the fyp and saw things no man should ever see (homestuck rarepair shipping).

[her-canine-teeth]

paper doll by flower face

[apainintheasgardiansoul]