“And Echoing On The Wind Are The Countless Names Of Those Who Succumbed In That Space Beyond Our World,

Whoever said that I was brave enough to face all this?

A politician divides mankind into two classes: tools and enemies.

Friedrich Nietzsche (via friedrichnietzsche)

How to Die like an Ancient Philosopher

Empedocles: leap into a dormant volcano Protagoras: run into the shore. in a ship. Socrates: gargle w/ hemlock juice Plato: either get serenaded TOO HARD or just generally party TOO HARD Isocrates: go on a crash diet Diogenes: eat raw octopus, get bitten by a dog, hold your breath indefinitely Anaxarchus: get pounded w/ a giant mortar and pestle while loling Xenocrates: trip over a pot Epicurus: piss bricks Zeno of Citium: trip, break your toe, hold your breath indefinitely Chrysippus: get a donkey drunk, laugh at it Lucretius: chug a love potion and let it do the rest Hypatia: anger a mob of christians Boethius: get strangled by your boss

I dreamed I spoke in another’s language, I dreamed I lived in another’s skin, I dreamed I was my own beloved, I dreamed I was a tiger’s kin. I dreamed that Eden lived inside me, And when I breathed a garden came, I dreamed I knew all of Creation, I dreamed I knew the Creator’s name. I dreamed–and this dream was the finest– That all I dreamed was real and true, And we would live in joy forever, You in me, and me in you.

Clive Barker, Days of Magic, Nights of War   (via mysharona1987)

Beautiful!

Riverdale: The River's edge

A tale of a town It looks oh so nice It’s river so sweet But something dark lurks underneath

A new arrival From a city so mad To run from a scandal Caused by her Dad

A fiery Blossom With very cold roots Fighting a rival Who knows what to choose

A bond of love Painful for one The other feels nothing Not for so long

A secret of two A shot in the light Must never be told Or it will drive one to flight

Passion and lust Between two in the night Uncovers a body A Blossom has died

A Writer A Singer A Lover A Killer

A murder A watery dredge Thus starts the story on the river’s edge

I tend to spend my time in silent contemplation. Contemplating the Divine.

Writing tips I know but never use    #1

When you have an idea, write it down and stick to it. Doesn’t matter if it’s a tremendously stupid idea, like a microwave that sends food through time. Write the first chapter, where Napoleon receives a microwave home dinner which determines the outcome of the battle of Waterloo. The point is that you write it, and finish it. Even if you will never let it see the light of day, it is something that you can look at later to find the story you want to write. 

Commit to an idea, however weird, and see it through. It will be very valuable in the long run.

anyway i love being autistic

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Our knees rattle as a prayer, should our voices fail to speak.