#imaginary lyrics

[givreencres]

[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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[paxcallow]

it's okay, i know nothing's wrong. noth-ing...

this cover got me uncommonly motivated to draw about THELMA. im not doing the whole thing though.

[hauxicrook]

She makes me so nervous, probably on purpose

She's just so perfect, I just can't help it

[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

[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

[esoteric-aesthetic-lyrics]

Bristol - Imaginary Future

[apainintheasgardiansoul]

[her-canine-teeth]

paper doll by flower face

[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

[kindlythevoid]

Edgar Allen Poe // Pinterest // When the Mind Sleeps by Mariusz Lewandowski // Dark Matter by Robert Hunter Jones // Trillium by Louise Gluck // Carina Nebula (C92) pic from NASA // Promptuarium // Introduction to Quantum Theory by Franny Choi // Miracle of Creation by Mariusz Lewandowski // Rainer Maria Rilke, from Where Silence Reigns: Selected Prose; "An Experience," // Pinterest // Carl Sagan, Symphony of Science // Nebula Sharpless 2-106 pic from NASA // Twitter User @tsaritsasimp06 // chasingdaises // The Old Astronomer to His Pupil by Sarah Williams // Pinterest // Pinterest // Galaxy Hercules A pic from NASA // Imaginary Heroes (2004) dir. Dan Harris // Spacetime Fairytale by Regina Spektor // 30 Doradus Nebula pic from NASA // Stormy End by Sunrise Avenue // Dumbbell Nebula (M27) pic from NASA

This one was titled: Finding Comfort in the Enormity of the Universe When Your Problems Feel Too Big.

Yeah, I was *thisclose* to an existential crisis (aren't we all at some point?) and was learning about the stars, and isn't there something comforting about there being this wide expanse out there? All that beauty and chaos and light and dark and it's billions and millions of light years away, so far that you measure it in light, and you can't even use yourself as a metric when measuring up against nebulae and supergiants and blackholes. And it makes you feel kinda small, and maybe a little scared, but suddenly those problems aren't so big, are they? We're just little people on a little rock next to a little star with our own little moon. We really won the lottery on chances, didn't we? And doesn't that make you want to look at the stars, take a breath, and make it to the next day?

Side note: I spent a good couple of hours scrolling through NASA's website and getting sidetracked (hence my earlier post on the moon landing in two years). Lowkey in love with NASA's website, ngl. So as an added treat, here are a few of my favorites that I came across!!

This will tell you when/where you can see the ISS! (idk if it works internationally, I just sort of focusing on where I was atm, ha ha!)

This lets you know about upcoming launches! (how I found out about Artemis!!)

This is a map that lets you see pictures of a bunch of cool stars/galaxies/exoplanets/nebulae! (This is where I grabbed all of the pretty space pictures!! There's so much more, too!!!)

This is a website that posts a fun picture of certain tech or something in the universe as well as an explanation below every day!! (I was shown this recently and I keeeeep checking.)

And, last but not least, this website tells you what picture the Hubble Telescope took on your birthday!! (Astrology signs are OUT, tell me what picture was taken the day of your birth!!)

There's also a (fictional) comic strip about the first woman on the moon! (I didn't get a chance to read it, but it's also found on a whole page dedicated to interactives and games which is absolutely where I found some of those other links)

Anyway, there's definitely more to find and would highly recommend just scrolling through their website to see what you can find!

We're gonna be okay, y'all. (っ´⌣`)ﾉ(´._.`)

[thelightintheattic]

they should invent a machine that records all the insanely good lyrics I come up with on my drive to class that I forget within 10 minutes

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

oh something that irks me to no end btw is when people nitpick playlists based on what the song is "actually about" like stfu I don't care I'm interpreting these lyrics as being about my little guy i don't care that the lyrics are really about heroin. I KNOW..you DONT need to tell me. I KNOW this already. I'm just choosing to ignore it

[icemintfreeze]

Will Wood - Suburbia Overture / Greetings from Mary Bell Township! / (Vampire) Culture / Love Me, Normally matches so well with Fear Garden in my head for some reason. I can't really describe it but (Vampire) Culture especially goes well with some parts of FG and FG2 lyrics wise

Greetings from Mary Bell Township is the start of the fic, (Vampire) Culture is where all of the killings happen, and Love Me, Normally is the end

I'm sure I could make a script about this for a pmv/animatic if I suddenly had the motivation to one day I just need to,,, re-read Fear Garden first (which I'm 100% willing to do (no joke)) to make sure I get things right

You think I love Fear Garden?? How did you know!?

I now must listen to these for I am a sucker at correlating things with fg and fg2. This sounds fantastic.