mermaidenmystic : > “When you start to notice the mystical, the mystical will start to > notice you…" ~ Dacha Avelin > > Will O the Wisp ~ 1888 ~ Lev Lerch (C...
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thinkingimages : > Odesa by Yelena Yemchuk >
glamdamnit : > My sister asked if the events of “The Labyrinth” are meant to be > Sarah dreaming, or are they real? Although my primary reaction was > that she sh...
Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail / The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder, / That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze / Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder / Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind, / Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind, / An’ the poet and the painter far behind his rightful time / An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail / The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder, / That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze / Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder / Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind, / Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind, / An’ the poet and the painter far behind his rightful time / An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
apparently my posts can be “blazed” by others now whatever that means 🔥
balkanparamo:Yvonne Love Me
Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail / The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder, / That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze / Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder / Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind, / Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind, / An’ the poet and the painter far behind his rightful time / An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail / The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder, / That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze / Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder / Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind, / Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind, / An’ the poet and the painter far behind his rightful time / An’ we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
feathered-serpents:The fact that Everything Everywhere All at Once has the main character see that...
fullblownrambling: But Alanis Morissette is a fucking lyrical genius and everyone who has ever made...
whalleyrulz:long ago a bunch of people all got together and agreed if hades was real, the worst...
striders:at this point it would be less of a liability for elon’s lawyers to just kill him and take...
i’m back everyone did you miss me lol (still no idea why my account was suspended but they...
oxytocxins : > I thought the earth > remembered me, she > took me back so tenderly, arranging > her dark skirts, her pockets > full of lichens and seeds. I slept > as�...
xfiles-behind-the-scenes : >> Gillian Anderson in Entertainment Weekly, September 2000
veganvampyre : > Lana Del Rey for ‘Did you know that there’s a tunnel under > Ocean Blvd‘