animate
animate
I like poetry,long walks on the beach and poking dead things with a stick.
satisfaction
“Oh, no. It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people? It costs everything you are.”
contentment
Dostoevsky gives me more than any scientist.
Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world. - Albert Einstein
solitude
“Oh, no. It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people? It costs everything you are.”
alone.
solidarity
I am the music floating free, I am the puppet trapped in the box... I am the cascades flowing tranquilly, I am the lava bursting from the mouth of the volcano... I am the rose blooming in a winter storm, I am the frost-bite on your finger in June... I am knowledge, I am ignorance... I am full of likenesses, I am full of contradictions.
~Me
silver
'...the rain
is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply'
Edna St. Vincent Millay, 'What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why'
jewelry
“Oh, no. It costs a lot more than your life. To murder innocent people? It costs everything you are.”
fiend
'...the rain
is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply'
Edna St. Vincent Millay, 'What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why'
enemy
I am the music floating free, I am the puppet trapped in the box... I am the cascades flowing tranquilly, I am the lava bursting from the mouth of the volcano... I am the rose blooming in a winter storm, I am the frost-bite on your finger in June... I am knowledge, I am ignorance... I am full of likenesses, I am full of contradictions.
~Me
within
inside
I am the music floating free, I am the puppet trapped in the box... I am the cascades flowing tranquilly, I am the lava bursting from the mouth of the volcano... I am the rose blooming in a winter storm, I am the frost-bite on your finger in June... I am knowledge, I am ignorance... I am full of likenesses, I am full of contradictions.
~Me
after
'...the rain
is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply'
Edna St. Vincent Millay, 'What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why'
afterlife
I am the music floating free, I am the puppet trapped in the box... I am the cascades flowing tranquilly, I am the lava bursting from the mouth of the volcano... I am the rose blooming in a winter storm, I am the frost-bite on your finger in June... I am knowledge, I am ignorance... I am full of likenesses, I am full of contradictions.
~Me
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