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A Journey to the Center of My Mind
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What do angels actually look like per the bible?
Well, according to Ezekiel 1 they might look something like this…
According to Daniel 10 something like this…
According to Isaiah 6…
In Ezekiel 10…
Again in Ezekiel 10…
Basically, when the people writing Scripture tried to describe what they saw when they saw an angel… they run into the end of their imagination… they can never quite seem to fully explain it because they had trouble even comprehending what they saw, let alone being able to describe it to someone else.
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Marvel Comics #1000 - “Monsters” (2019)
written by Kelly Thompson
art by Pepe Larraz & David Curiel
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Source: https://messiahcide.deviantart.com/art/Imperial-Fleets-676764705
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Of Few and Many
Friend, I found myself in a wood,
It was like all of those clichés and descriptions:
Dark, goes on forever, and anything but good.
The wood in which I was left for dead, with no inscriptions.
Wounds, and scars still fresh and crimson
And there would be, for my ails, no prescription.
The wood was the worst of God’s prison
One where pain, in those trees, were embodied
And how I found myself near my extinction.
Oh how I wanted to just lay down my body,
And my soul wanted its flight.
I tried to hold onto anybody
Yet, all I felt was Old Man Winter’s Bite
And the many that I reached out for, did flee
Because they were afraid of the wood, downright.
And my heart found a way to be free,
In itself, love and memory, that seemed as hazy as dreams
Led me, to strength, to drag myself from the wood’s debris.
That all souls, by the wood, were to be broken by extremes:
Of coldest winters, storms that broke the sky, and terrible beasts to spare.
And myself, against that ungodly wood, shone with the same glory as sun beams.
I can talk of many, all those who chose not to care.
Of those masses that lied and said, “We’re here. To you, we are sworn.”
But they won’t go to the wood, for you, because it’s a nightmare.
You, my friend, can endure those poisonous thorns,
Survive such loss,
Exceed any level of hateful scorn.
Because no bird of paradise, place, or cross
Will last eternity.
And though you may exhaust
Such things can’t destroy common humanity
That commonality is the strongest chain
And though evil will thrash against them, with indignity.
That iron vein,
That, all of us can hold onto, does bind
And survive many pains.
You will forever be reminded of the few, the kind
That made your heart recover
And be, in that good feeling, enshrined.
And that love, though it may seem to be hiding behind dense cover
Can be remembered.
Wherein not the details, but in the feelings discovered
That you can find your smile and not be dismembered.
Remember the few, even if but one
Because friend, in that shelter, you will find yourself rendered.
If you find yourself outdone
Remember the few I tell you
That can keep you alive, and be better than any devil’s son.
That damnable wood, that you may go through
Because you are stronger than the wicked whispers of doubt.
Because those few, be they old or new, and eventually you, will want to see you.
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OMG MY NEW SHOES CAME :3 ignore my ugly house arrest ankle bracelet. haha
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my favorite reaction images are the ones where it’s two pictures of one character and in one they’re just looking awkwardly to the right/left while keeping the same expression
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Just for Char Aznable
someone: why isnt that character as developed as ur other ones….
me: bc i havent found the right songs to daydream them to yet
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Malcharion getting work done???
HH:Siege of Terra Sketch
by Mikhail Savier
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Error 403 Horoscope
Day, Month, Year- Some Socially Constructed Sign:
The reader will have feelings today. To progress in your life, you will need to exist in a willing and healthy manner. This manner includes some, but not all feelings. I don’t want you to die after all. We will now use the word harmony to describe what you must do with the feelings you will be having today because this is a prediction followed by generalized advice. Through this advice you will be a better human being because if I didn’t end this on a positive note, you wouldn’t come back to read for more. At least, hopefully, you are a human being. Feeling questionable emotions? Contact our free psychic, or are they a con-person (?), at 1-800-180-0180-018-0018-0018-0018-0018.
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My worst paper was one where I thought too hard, let it be born on you, and though it may seem like bull shit, it’s just something that our paranoia refuses to see that it makes sense.
me: haha oh god this is so bad im making so many unsupported claims and pulling all this analysis out of my ass
my prof in the margins: excellent analysis!
me:
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A Trial in Subtext
1. Love
The birds are singing, so sweet flying back and forth: playing with the trees. Even as they come to ground they skip and hop curiously. Blue Jays, Cardinals, and whatever the cute, small brown patterned birds are. They’re playing together.
Oh, how sweet does the breeze kiss our cheeks. It’s getting cooler, but all I feel is how that breeze plays with my hair. The wind is soft and moving, caressing me and continuing onto where it wants to go. The campus seems brighter, and no one has crashed their skateboard into our ankles yet, just like the horoscope said: bountiful rewards will soon rest upon you.
The cracked concrete is smooth, and I might as well be dancing. A hop, then a turn and a smile- that’s the music, it’s been a perfect shuffle for the past 48 hours. All since that one literature class. God, I love the Great Gatsby now, oh look a green light. I should buy myself pizza, no. I’ll order take-out today- fried rice, and general tso chicken with the veggie gyozas.
2. Loss
The rain’s on time. The wind bites, and the sun is going out. The stars will be covered by the ceaseless thunder storms. No parades today.
The church looks like it hasn’t seen any kind of love in years. The hymns are solemn, and sound breathy. The voices are giving out, and quivering. No solos will be sung, everyone will need the other for today.
The dirt seems just a little bit dustier than usual. Fitting I guess. God, our hands are curled into fists, not out of anger, but just trying to stay together. Trying to not to descend and dirty the pressed, black suit. Trying not to just sob, and break down, not yet. There will be tight hugs today, just to keep the other person there
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Vacation Was All I Ever Wanted
Went to Venice for a study Abroad, crushed it. Spring Semester got real busy, but I did a lot of writing so I’ll post that shortly after this. For all two of you followers, it’ll get real special and sparse especially with my final semester of undergraduate study coming in a little over a week.
#wondercraft#mr worldwide#study abroad#life update#yes that is my face#the guy in the center#aqua alta#venice
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Y’all John Mulaney didn’t die in Infinity War J.J. Bittenbinder taught him better than that
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