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Eremitul Dezamăgirea îl scufundă,îi pleacă capul într-un abis amețitor chiar și pentru cei mai de seamă eremiți.Și din negura privirii sale acum inițiate întru răutate iese la iveală scopul pentru care a îndurat veșnicia.Nu o privește în față,nu o acceptă în tăcere ci iși strigă lăuntrul să-l doboare.Se macină sufletește cum de nu îndrăznește fie să-i fie curmată suflarea,fie să curme la rândul său viata,pulsul său nemernic ce trage după sine o afinitate pentru o viață pe care nu o înțelege.Dar știe prea-bine ce ține de existentă,poate prea multe pentru a o transmuta aidoma ființei sale.Și își pleacă înca o dată privirea pentru care a plivit rădăcina estetică în lume,înlăuntrul arhaic al suflet
godlike us ! With every generation that is so lost one must rise in order to restore Christianity to the archaic believes they need to discharge their hate upon thee,the one,myself.Purpose,a strong word that has to initiate others yet so fragile in our grasp as long as it has 'augen und ohr' that can't be denied.And yet so addictive to me even to cross boundaries of the heart between life continuum and a presence delayed in time,either past or future,never in an actual time of an existence that has conquered both under such consequences the Gods turned to stone in their wrath against the one that stood his ground.Earth has come forward to allow existence to develop itself beyond boundaries of the acknowledged since man dared to envision his reality on the icy walls of Altamira or Niaux in his search to a rich prey.Art is the expression of an early thirst that can't rely on a sole reality rather than the whole expectation of what may occur in reality.To seize the moment,has turned reality into
DevotionOpen wide societies are just a deliberate counterfeit of a reality that can provide the daily existence.Hence,there is a duality in an existence that believes in its freedom versus a freedom that believes in its existence.It has been proved that reality consists of both.Communism has its root in a non-sense value of the human life yet possible given the circumstances of a daily life based on a working factor that can provide the needs of a plant.Literally,communism was a vegetable factory.Quite true given the fact that you should have waken up by five in the morning for your glass of milk.The existence had once again a provider which was undeniable strong in numbers and weakened by the voice of quantification.Quality was reduced to silence yet money gave an opportunity for those wanting to see more that just figures,values.And values that utter your inner self communion with the universe they live in,the questions that drive mankind towards a resolution that complies with the laws of p
the DelayedTime in the universe is delayed by light.There is undoubtedly a hiatus between what actually happens in the universe and what we see happening.Science has always mastered predictions far in the universe.Proper science jumps in time,looking backward and forward in time.Time is cellular for the time being.Independent and interdependent.When it comes to relate time either positive and abstract with self entities you get a glimpse of a time network that grows relentlessly in your grasp.Time has matter when is confronted by it and emerges in temporal tissues as the organs that keep our bodies in life.Think of our neural circuits that speed up our perception on basis of electricity.Light up your brain for the storm to come.Do it in time or elsewhere you'll be delayed.There is only one possibility of having the exact time in the universe and it isn't given by a precise clock rather by presence.Your presence in the universe is time itself.You see now elsewhere around you only your image.If you
the Edge The cutthroats of corpses rushed at the human pile which lay stinking into a pit at the edge of a wall on which their women began weeping.The wall set out the consciousness of other human chaff that had found a brutal way to make fun of existence.Here, on this side thronging to satisfy their hunger with meat scraps and swill that the workers put in the service of the State religion of what was left of their humanity,were throwing those whom they called the unclean.Looking at each of these from up top they seal a pity you will find among those labelled as well as sub-humans.With a habitus that they kept sacred to satisfy the hubris of a sub-species of people that can't be put at work,they were the memorial that needed to be fed to maintain a social balance between good and evil, notions needed to any punitive society that wants from the ruling class,civil rights,they regarded,ravenously on the hunk of meat they were thrown over the wall of lamentations.On the other side of the wal
Timing angels The first sparks of light in the universe have been called Angels.They may travel in and out the world of today, but extinct.Their rightful place in the universe is the life they lit.They are always in constant search of the nature they've broken from,which beckons beyond space and time and without which their own existence would not glimmer in the hope of a future life.An Angel's life is consumed in the light and finds at the end of its existence always his way home.Through the dark, time is running without a clear opposition, it can be said that only the light measures time and the time of an angel comes out into the light.So there are angels who seek a reflection of their lost nature in people.When they found their own image in one of us they pass into oblivion the life which has made possible their knowledge.Life always breaks from a time during which he hosted it, fragments, memories, depositing hours as snails deposit time in shells.They remain in their wake while time anch
Intru intuneric Distanţa dintre idea de alienare şi emoţia care a generat-o se regăseşte la semi-zei în paralelismul ombilical dintre făt şi pântecul purtător.Simetria dintre naturile atât divine şi umane stă în nevoia primară de a se hrăni,proprietate a celulei ce şi-a însuşit diviziunea ca mod de a genera lumină la semi-zei pe de o parte şi de a razbate la lumină ca un adevăr de cealaltă parte a naturii.Dar se uită atât de repede dorinţa ce a generat viaţa să se dividă,să se rupă de un instinct ce domină orice celulă sa se conserve şi să-şi însuşească propria temporalitate pentru a găsi în sine imaginea pe care va trebui să o transmită mai departe.Această imagine este un construct spaţio-temporal ajuns la maturitate şi astfel epuizat.El va trece mai depar
Transarea carnii Tăietorii de cadavre se repeziră la grămada umană ce zăcea împuţită într-o groapă la marginea unui zid pe care femeile îi spuseseră,al plânsului.Zidul delimita pe cei cu conştiinţă de cealaltă pleavă umană care găsise un mod brutal de a-şi bate joc de existenţă.Aici,de această parte se îmbulzeau pentru a-şi satisface foamea cu lături şi resturi de carne pe care cei puşi în slujba religiei de stat le aruncau celor pe care îi numeau nespălaţi.Dezgustători la înfăţişare fiecare purta pecetea unui păcat ce îl individualiza printre cei asemenea etichetaţi drept sub oameni.Cu apucături ce ţinteau să le satisfacă orgoliul că reprezintă o sub-specie de oameni pe care nu poţi să o pui la lucru ci doar să o hrăneşti pentru a
Calcul ingeresc Primele scântei de lumină în univers s-au numit îngeri.Ei mai călătoresc si astăzi,dar stinşi.Locul lor de drept în univers este viaţa pe care o aprind.Sunt întotdeauna în continuă cautare a naturii din care s-au rupt,care-i cheamă de dincolo de spaţiu şi timp fără de care propria existenţă nu ar întrezări speranţa unei vieţi viitoare.Viaţa unui înger se consumă în lumină şi îşi găseşte la sfârşitul existenţei sale întotdeauna drumul spre casă.Prin întuneric,timpul se scurge fără o opoziţie clară,se poate spune că doar lumina măsoară timpul iar timpul unui înger se scurge în lumină.Prin urmare sunt îngeri care îşi cauta reflexia obârşiei lor în oameni.In momentul în care î
Spain X Reader- Avert Your Eyes
A Popsicle was hurled towards you at great speed, spinning as it neared closer to your slouched frame. You flinched as the cold, wrapped treat thumped into your arm and slid down your thighs to the sweltering cement floor.
“Nice catch, my friend!” Antonio threw his head back in laughter as he scrambled up the wall, taking a comfortable seat next to you. Without even a grumble you reached down and grabbed your cold treat, wanting nothing more but for it to be inside of you. The cheap wrapping was discarded immediately before your dry tongue slid over the flavoured ice, savouring the cooling treat.
Your teeth grazed over the frosty surface, the sweet flavour thrilling your taste buds as the cold treat gradually melted on your pink tongue. You breathed out with a delighted sigh, your eyelids sliding down over your vision as you sucked as much flavour from the luscious Popsicle, its colour staining your lips blue. The sweltering sun’s ray beamed on yo
Dark!Makoto X Chunky Reader- His
She was the ideal example of what perfection was. To him, she was everything and most importantly she was his. Seeing her interact with the rest of them made him sick, they weren't worthy enough to speak to her let alone look at her.
(Your name) was his and his alone.
Makoto continued to stare from his safe spot from behind the tree at you and Nagisa as you talked and laughed together. His once friendly eyes were now glazed over with another look, a look nobody would imagine him having.
His eyes were locked onto his target: Nagisa.
Hatred boiled in the seemingly nice young man as Nagisa's arms snaked around your large, soft waist squeezing you tightly. He should be the only one to touch and hold those generously soft curves of yours. Makoto punched the rough bark of the tree as Nagisa started to lightly stroke your tummy that stuck out a little bit against the fabric of the shirt. Seeing the blush appear on your adorable face angered Makoto even more.
Heart by Heart - HalfKitty!Eren x Reader
When your soul finds the soul it was waiting for
When someone walks into your heart through an open door
When your hand finds the hand it was meant to hold
Don't let go
Someone comes into your world
Suddenly your world has changed forever
The girl walked though the hallway, looking for Hanji, Levi and Erwin. And Eren.
Why? Just because she heared an explosion from Hanji's room.
'Just please don't kill anyone of them. Or Armin. Or Mikasa. Jean. Christa, Ymir, Reiner, THE WHOLE WORLD!'
Suddenly, she was running downstairs, her uniform was now a little sweaty because of her running. And then, she entered the room. There was three people, one mad woman and two men. One was tall and the other was tall.
"Okay, Hanji. Where's he?"
Hanji laughed a bit, before look at the (e/c) eyes of the girl with madness: "Who?"
"Hanji Zoe, where's Eren Jäger?"
"WHOOOO?!?!?" The mad woman teased the girl.
"E-r-e-n! Please, stop teasing me!!!"
The girl looked at Hanji's feet,
drunk!Eyeless Jack x drunk!Reader - Confessions
None of you both could feel alcohol anymore. Either you were so dizzy you couldn't feel it, or you got used to it. Despite being the middle of October, the night seemed warmer and once shiny, proud stars were replaced by unclear, blurred spinning vortex of white, blue and purple. You felt the warmth of the male next to you as you barely kept your head up straight. Jack and you were both sitting on the porch's stairs, him not having a mask on so you could perfectly see his face; ash grey, just like his hands were, with black eye sockets, a pitch black liquid hidden deep inside of them. His face expression was enough said in one word: dumb. He looked dumb and retarded. Hmpf! As if you were an exception! You barely kept your body from falling, let alone that you looked as equally retarded as him. But you didn't mind. You liked his presence. Yes, he knew to be freaky sometimes. A douche and a real dork, but you liked him anyways. Hell when he walked into that room all drunk and dizzy, you
Birthday Dilemma (Kasamatsu X Reader)
(A/N): Happy birthday to my dear Kasamatsu-senpai as well as myself!
(L/N) (F/N) had a problem.
She had been going out with a third year, Kasamatsu Yukio, for a few weeks now. It was a good relationship. And then it hit her. It was almost his birthday. On the 29th of July to be precise.
She didn't know what to get him. She didn't want to get him a horrible present. She asked her childhood friend and fellow first year, Kise Ryouta for his opinion. He would know what his senpai wants right?
Kise's suggestion to his (H/C) friend was to put on some sexy lingerie and just surprise him like that.
In return, Kise got a kick to the leg.
So (F/N) decided she would figure this out herself.
She sat in her class, not paying attention to the teacher's lesson and tapped her pencil on her desk. 'He likes music,' she thought. 'And he plays the guitar. I don't have enough money for a guitar so maybe a guitar pick? No, that's too simple. A CD of a band he likes? Not bad. New socks?"
Jean X Reader AU! Mr.Right
"Jean, you really should get a job soon." You say, stuffing your chemistry book into your shoulder bag before slamming your locker shut and turning to your boyfriend.
"And why is that, (Y/N)?" Jean asks you, his golden eyes creasing at the edges as he smirks at you.
"Sasha's boyfriend has a job and he pays for their apartment, and Mikasa's boyfriend uses his paycheck to take her out on dates. Plus," you say, starting to walk down the hall, Jean in tow. "You're 17. You don't make a dime all day, if I may say."
Jean laughs. "I guess you're right. But I'm so busy studying!" You raise your eyebrow at him, giving a small chuckle.
"Oh, really now? Your grades say otherwise, Mister. I swear, you've never made it through a day of school!" You wave a one handed bye to Jean as you enter your class.
As Jean turns, walkin
Nagisa X Chubby Reader- The Way You Are
He loved watching her on stage.
The way her larger form moved so smoothly to the beat as she sang her little heart out.
It was really a sight to see, how she could hit each note perfectly and keep in sync with all the other girls. Anyone could see her passion for this, for him it left him in aww.
More in aww than Rei vaulting or even Haru swimming, there was something about (your name) doing her acapella routine that left him in a dazed like state. It was truly a sight he'd never seen before.
Oh, her eyes, her eyes make
The stars look like they're not shining
Her hair, her hair, falls
Perfectly without her tryin
He sighed and smiled widely up at (your name) as her beautiful voice started singing the opening lines as the other's made the beats. Her (Hair color) locks were shining in the lights on stage as her large and adorable form started to sway from side to side.
She's so beautiful
And I tell her everyday
(Your name), was beautiful; to Nagisa everything about her was p
Birthday- Japan x reader x China (REQUEST)
Birthday-Japan x reader x china (REQUEST)
You were at your homeroom class, lazily daydreaming, looking at the window next to you.
Tomorrow is your birthday. You can't wait for your friends to say happy birthday and give
you presents. You sighed at the thought, usually your birthday was forgotten by many of
your friends, they never even bother to say happy birthday. Even if the bad touch trio
remembered it, you might be drenched in egg yolks and flour in your hair. Just like your 14th
birthday. "Perfect" you unconsciously said quite loud for the teacher to hear. "Is there
something to say, Miss (last name)." Mr.Beilschmidt asked. "Err... Nothing, sir." You
stuttered. your thoughts popped out. "Good." Everyone in the class laughed at you except
Mr.Beilschmidt as he sighed. 'Nice going, (name). You Embarrassed yourself in the
~TIMESKIP lunch time~
You sat on one of the cafeteria's tables (not literally). "Hi kiku."
America x Reader: Always the friend."Hey, [Name]!" A whisper came from behind. "Hurry up raise your hand! Hurry and tell my teacher my answer!"
"Why? Why can't you just do it yourself, Alfred? Afterall, you have your voice and your hands." You whispered back, clearly flipping the pages of your notebook, reading your, 'Superstitious Beliefs' Assignment in Science, the subject you are currently having now.
Ever since Alfred was transferred behind your desk, you couldn't help but smile at the happening. Last time you only watch him from afar, watching his every movement. People mistake you for having a crush at him, but you denied it or give them the 'middle finger' or you would call it, 'Fuck you'. You were actually called 'Bad Girl' by Alfred and his so called little friends, knowing that you know more curses than a regular girl should have.
And now here you are. Alfred forcing you to raise your hand for the superstitious beliefs to tell the teacher his answers.
-.- Really? Well, that is Alfred so far. Being the funny shi
To My Muse I want to write about you, I want to write how only I know you when I have you besides me in sleepless nights together in worship;there I have you and find my perfect love.Your perfume reveals our love beyond your moist skin and carries me with you in the night longing for fulfillment. And when you say to me goodbye in the morning I remain alone fainting away under your sight,carrying you beyond this world in a self too in love with you.
Around you my breath deepens. You're a muse too good for my lucid inspiration.You whisper your love to me, that you want me much more for yourself. How much longer can I break from me? Give me time to grow up to you to become an anybody. Let me be yours forever in the world's vanity, it's my dream that looks like madness.To love you more than myself, to stand in my might to forget you whenever you want me any good.Between our love stands an I that is lost when you caress of me with your look.Now I can be anyone, I can
Teenage TaoismGiving birth is the closest I’d ever felt to dying.
Before that, my near death experiences had consisted only of my silent announcement of pregnancy—silent, being that my social media accounts were all deleted almost simultaneously and I never returned to school in the fall, saying without really saying that I had caught the malicious disease of “teenage pregnancy”. I’m sure the whisper spread in the hallways like the Bubonic Plague. That September, sitting at home on what would have been the first day of my senior year, I imagined friends I’d never talk to again saying “she was only seventeen, and so full of life!” at my absence in the cafeteria tables, as if they were attending my funeral instead of talking about me behind my back.
"Full of life," I had snorted then, folding a never ending stream of what had once been my own baby clothes. "Literally."
I walked around like a zombie for the months of my pregnancy, deciding t
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