#instrospection

[solxs]

Quiero arrancar las palabras encerradas en mi pecho, aquellas letras caóticas que nunca pude darles un sentido. Quisiera que lleguen a ti y que les dieras un significado.

Norxaki

[somos-deseos]

Psychedelic Wonderland.

— My groove happy place. A lot personal memories here.

[clearedpaths]

Alexithymia is when you struggle to identify and describe your own emotions. It's like having feelings but not being able to put them into words or even fully understand them yourself.

People with alexithymia might have a hard time figuring out what they're feeling or why, and that can make it tough to connect with others on an emotional level.

Alexithymia is a neuropsychological  phenomenon and not a mental health disorder.

[geekwithacuriousmind]

Servant Two Begins to Question

Surprise @diazuk-legacy ! I was your Secret Santa! I hope you like this one-shot and don’t think I took too many creative liberties with describing Servant Two.

Servant Two never had much of a choice regarding the course of his life. From the moment he was able to serve, he served. Freedom was a forbidden word, discouraged from all of the Emperor’s Hands. In return, the Emperor gave them power—the privilege to be His voice among all His subjects. Their words, in turn, became the Emperor’s word. And in the Empire, that meant power.

Yet the Servants were not foolish to think that power was enough to intimidate everyone in the Empire.

There were some Sith who believed they could do better than the Servants. They thought, in their naivety, that the Emperor’s inner circle worked similarly to their silly power struggles.

They all learned their lesson when the Servants were done with them.

Yet there was one exception: one person, a Sith whom the Emperor forbade to dispose of.

As Servant Two kept a close eye on the Emperor’s chosen, the Emperor’s Wrath, he failed to see what was so special about this Sith.

Why was it that his Emperor chose this Sith above everyone else?

Servant Two knew that even thinking this went against his vow. Their duty was to follow orders. The word of the Emperor was law. His wisdom was beyond the realm of understanding. As much as Servant Two wanted to understand, he knew he would never be able to grasp fully what his Emperor deemed or didn’t deem worthy.

Yet why did his heart ache every time he met with the Emperor’s Wrath? Why did he feel disheartened each time he tried to speak to the Emperor and was met with silence instead? His gaze, which fell on him so long ago— felt so out of range, as if his God was no longer in this realm.

Yet that couldn’t be, could it? He wouldn’t abandon them.

Right?

Servant Two was terrified of the answer. Because just even questioning his Emperor’s presence meant he doubted His power.

Yet it was too late for him. This existence was the only thing he had ever known. It was the only way he could think of surviving.

But could devotion, adoration, and loyalty be enough to hide the truth?

They were still following the orders of a God that was no longer there.

“We live to serve Him,” Servant One told him as if that was enough to eliminate all his fears and doubts. “We must keep his voice alive.”

What is there left to keep alive? he thought.

But rather than saying this, he kept following orders. He kept whispering in the Servants’ minds empty promises and broken vows.

He watched from the shadows as the Emperor’s Wrath stopped following the Emperor’s voice. They knew his ambition would be unstoppable. That his lust for power was unlike any other Servant Two had ever seen.

Yet they believed they could control him. Use him just like they did in the past to eliminate Darth Baras.

They had been wrong. Servant One returned with bruises and a wounded ego after almost being choked to death. With their spy robots destroyed and the Dark Council’s betrayal imminent— it was only now that they realized how weak the Emperor’s Hand had become due to His silence.

They were hunted down and destroyed by those who first sought them to further their selfish agendas. By those who were now in positions of power thanks to their influence and intervention.

Yet there wasn’t much they could do. Not with the Emperor gone. After all, their power came from Him. And without Him, they were nothing.

And would die like nothing, one by one.

It was their duty, after all.

[magneticovitalblog]

"La creatividad en su estado puro es bajar a las profundidades de la mente humana y ser detective del alma buscando la verdad a través del arte".

- MagneticoVital

[openvimark]

(via Camiseta clásica con la obra «Venturing into the Unknown: A Journey to a Hidden Valley» de 0penvimark)

Discover our digital art and explore our products.

Descubre nuestro arte digital y explora nuestros productos.

Design/Diseño

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Stores/Tiendas.

https://www.redbubble.com/es/people/0penvimark/explore?asc=u&page=1&sortOrder=recent

[johnniesmoke]

Summary of "Top Notch":

"Top Notch" by Johnnie Smoke is a lyrical journey that delves into themes of resilience, ambition, and self-discovery. The song begins with reflections on innocence and honesty, showcasing the artist’s resolve to face challenges and embrace love and recognition when the time is right. It transitions into a declaration of determination, as Johnnie Smoke vows to overcome obstacles, let go of past conflicts, and bring his loved ones along on his path to success.

The lyrics emphasize his unwavering commitment to hard work, encapsulated in his mastery of 10,000 hours and a relentless drive to punch through life’s barriers. The artist asserts his individuality, likening his endeavors to a well-crafted operation that embodies excellence and intention. Themes of destiny and purpose emerge as he leverages his unique talents and knowledge to achieve success.

The track concludes with a celebration of authenticity and community, pledging to inspire and uplift others while solidifying his place as a “golden child” and a beacon of hope.

Lyrics:

Feeling under scrutiny when I'm a kid who can do no wrong/

Honest as they come, hard as it gets/

When the day comes my consciousness is merely love/

I'll be ready for the praise/

In the meantime I'll just be wondering what's relief/

Singing songs about my sunset/

What's up Cheech/

I was promised a vacation/

And I want to cash in/

This will not be the last you heard of me/

When the seems are splitting, I'll be the one walking out of the smoke with my head held high and a stack of dough/

It's a "glow up" that's written in the stars/

I just want to play my part/

Yeah, let bygones be bygones/

As far as my brothers go, I want to take all I can with me/

So I stomp out these demons/[Write these songs]

I jump on these opportunities to make it known/

I send farewell wishes to kids that diss it as I watch them go/

Where they coming back/

Ho!

Classic, yeah, baby/

Don't you say that there isn't/

Anybody like me?/

Hey Baby, don't you know that there isn't anybody like us? Ho!

I'm trying to punch through/

I'm punching in with the best 10,000 hours/

Or close to the rest said they're pulling the strings/

Like a slight with the deck, like I'm supposed to tell you I guess/

It's a mystery to me what more could be needed/

To get this job done with Liberty, it takes a kid crazy enough I'm him/

A Daredevil every track/

It's a hard life/

Talk to me like you know what it can be/

I could be everywhere and back, proved I could tell you the story/

Classic is how it should be/

The operation is top notch/

Can't fund it on my own the moves how to play/

Johnnie Smoke the fundamentals like a epiphany/

They'll know who it ought to be/

Kahoots reminiscent the word starts now/

Johnnnie Smoke the best around, that's good by me/

Check, check/

Commitment should mean something/

Willingness would be their dream/

But in life, nothing is free/

Dweebs/

Destiny is a big story for me/

Headed for the best days of the endeavor/

Pushing to the limit, kind of guy with magic on his mind/

Making it every waking moment/

That's a special kind of life, yeah/

Taking my sweet time leveraging the knowledge that I shouldn't even have, that you wouldn't have/

Truly one of a kind and I'm here for the cash/

Had me right where you wanted me/

Then poof dichotomy pulling all of this out of me/

Just being honest, the effort is complicated by the powers that be/[The delirious*]

Yeah, I know what I've seen/

And I'm not just anybody with a microphone/

I'm a golden child/

Speaking of the phonies/

Too good to be true/

But if it's real it aint/

And I'm writing rhymes, not getting schemed/

Living in a pretty nice place, if you're asking me/

And kind of rent free/

Bringing the fire, it's the least I can do for my people/

Yeah Baby/

https://soundcloud.com/johnniesmoke/top-notch?si=6cef58743f264695b6d9606b1e01b35f&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

[brxeyy]

Be intentional while planting your seeds, so you reap what you sow 🪴

[oblakdark]

𝖂𝖔𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙

“𝙸𝚝’𝚜 𝚜𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚃𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚄𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍

𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚢𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚄𝚗𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍.”

© ＯＢＬＡＫ

[journey-to-balance]

Spiritually, we cannot measure our life by success, but only by what God pours through us, and honestly, we cannot measure that at all.

[milo-the-crotonian]

Mi Amaranto Amore

You droop—garland my gilded windowsill,

And your bunched-up kisses bursting.

Creeping stalactites of vermillion buds,

When we're haughty and conversing,

We're blended as a primrose pastel!

As if from afar, your petals are crimson suds,

Hanging in a Bacchic garden as frothy wine:

Sweetest when consumed with gold'n nectar;

As tho' Aphrodite cried out her ichor divine:

Our lives were toss'd away in strawbe'ry shrubs!

I fabricate the fabric as your drapery flutters;

Serenading me with a rustling nutty scent,

And invigorating charm of your perennial age!

Alas, i loved pondering the time well spent,

One day you'll dry and rattle on my shutters...

You infuse into the tea of the mountain sage,

Twirling above the lilac thyme on the princely lawn,

Or reveal your feathered blade to pumping red;

To envision all this when it's closest to dawn,

Would be imprisoned in the fancies of my cage.

Now is the time where crickets go to bed,

No one lulls them as Somnus does for us.

They cradle on a leaf, but I hang on your arms,

Although, I wander through the sleepy dust,

You gently sway from Zephyr's path to the dead.

Deep does your chrysalis grow in the mud:

Soft, damp, hugged by the roots ever tender.

Even if petals wont bloom, leaves come on stage

To pirouette in Autumn as the birds have fled,

Because their colors- their smell, holds charm.

[anotherperrody]

“I can be needy

So hard to please me”

[oysteringofclamelot]

Prayers to Broken Stone

…For a while, it had been perfection.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/44381770/chapters/111621982

Chapter 1/2

[openvimark]

(vía Camiseta clásica con la obra «The warrior's path» de 0penvimark)

The warrior's path.

El Camino del Guerrero

Description: A samurai reflects on his fate on a hilltop, his sword drawn as a symbol of his commitment.

Descripción: Un samurai reflexiona sobre su destino en la cima de una colina, su espada desenvainada como símbolo de su compromiso.

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Store/Tienda.

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[jesussong]

Hoy es buen día para soltar, Desprenderse de lo que nos ata. Dejar ir el peso que nos agobia, Y abrirle paso a la calma que anhelamos. Es hora de liberarnos de lo que nos limita, De los miedos que nos paralizan. De las cargas que nos impiden volar,

Y de las dudas que nos hacen dudar. Tómate un respiro, siente el aire puro, Prepara un café y comienza de nuevo. Avanza con paso firme y decidido, Hacia un futuro más ligero y vivido. Deja ir el pasado, abraza el presente, Sueña con un mañana más radiante. Eres libre, fuerte, capaz de crear, Un nuevo capítulo para comenzar.

[half-life-crisis]

I am #sick and #tired of hearing people in the #mainstream and #independent media talking themselves into corners. I’m #announcing my “#IToldYou!” #podcast.

https://halflifecrisis.com/hlc-articles/f-ck-it-ill-do-it-myself-podcast-coming-soon…

It WILL #hurtyourfeelings with #facts, a #podcastseries like #nothing you've ever #heard before.