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Genre: Music
Date of upload: Apr 14, 2024 ^^
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RYD date created : 2024-05-20T20:22:11.020799Z
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I wanna sit on that chair, watching that big beautiful tree.. admiring the rain and feeling the weather, i wanna be in this frame for once in my life, maybe i will someday, in similar place with familiar senses, reading an epic romantic book , nothing but pure enjoyment and whiff of inner peace
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This place is enchanting because I feel magic.โจโจโจ
I will always come back here.
Browse in the bookstore, buy a book or two and then hang out outside for a while.๐ ๐
The blossoms of the tree smell seductive while I leaf through my books and with a warming tea ๐ต๐ฅฎI don't mind the little bit of rain.
I hear a melody that touches my heart from somewhere๐
I'm lost in my thoughts. While I'm drinking my tea, I'm daydreaming a little.
About a summer day full of wonderful surprises.๐๐
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Voodoo nights, rain kisses, broken memories and broken pillows. Text messages wait to be written and sent to your inhospitable number. That holy number that proved to me God existed, every time it appeared on my screen. But now, that god disappeared, and the words in my brain will explode. How lucky will I be when they disappear, too. The only four words I canโt erase from my skin, from my cells, from my desperate future: I still love him.
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One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious. The latter procedure, however, is disagreeable and therefore not popular.โ
โSomewhere there was once a Flower, a Stone, a Crystal, a Queen, a King, a Palace, a Lover and his Beloved, and this was long ago, on an Island somewhere in the ocean 5,000 years ago. . . . Such is Love, the Mystic Flower of the Soul. This is the Center, the Self.
Carl Jung.
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Fire by the way is definitely a symbol for this time of year. It is spring, April, Aries โ๏ธ. Aries starts the spark, always. Itโs no accident if youโre thinking about fire right now. Fire ignites us and sustains us. Play in its light and rest in its warmth. It is the alpha, the beginning and the starting over anew. It is for all of us without partiality or favor. And when mature with wisdom, it contains itself without censoring itself. It is the best of us.
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@RegnumUmbrae
1 month ago
Hello, my lovelies! Todayโs composition is called โDeep Insideโ. The subconscious lies in the shadowy depth of our mind. Being the realm of chaos where no will bears any power, subconsciousness is the endless sea where all ideas with their ephemeral nature slumber. If you walk through the fields and meadows of your consciousness, and find your way through the crooked forest of your mind, youโll come to the hidden spot where shadows lie in eternal silence. There, under the shy moon stands a stone well, deep and dark. If you get brave enough to look in its somber water, the things youโll see in its black mirror will tell you in their numb tongue stories strange, yet familiar; the tales youโve never heard, yet always known. Tell me, my dears, what ways do you know to connect with your subconscious? Have you tried any, and what was the result? And to all of you writers out there, what do you do to overcome the writerโs block?
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