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do you have any fave writers on tumblr? :D bts related?

Why yes I do omg.

I really admire these writers because they’re amazing and their writing leaves me with so many feels, I can only hope I’ll be able to write on their level someday! . @sugasmut, @jiminmusings, @unpretty-writer

I just recently started following @pjiminnie & @palpitate-hyperventilate and I can’t get over their writing either! Also! @greasytae‘s desensitized is wonderful. ;o;

I love everyone. Please check them out!

♥

humalien said: the sound in this room is so strange…

I somehow can’t find this poem by itself anywhere on the internet? and I wanted to link to just the poem, so I’ve pulled it out. Originally from this post: 

From one of Pete’s secret blogspots on August 13, 2008:

to you (unfinished, off the top of my head) It all started with some friends and a van a kick drum inside my ribs Preaching electric into a microphone stand Raise your red plastic cup And Turn the laughter up We fell asleep in the grass on the summer fest days You’d never guess I’m still trying to get my head screwed on straight All us believers still believe Everytime we sing “two more weeks” Someone shoulda thrown us in a cell and swallowed the key Somebody shoulda told us to leave em be The only news we tuned in to was the traffic update Nothing feels as close to home as nightime windows down on 88 Lax to berlin and back Wake up on the west coast inside a flask The good books in the drawer next to the bed you pissed in passports a blur, full of stamps from places I missed you in They’ll tell you everything about last night that you forget Pack your suitcase, joes in the back smoking a jazz cigarette They hated me before they ever loved me I’m not ready for things to change I miss you missing me in the good old days Got stuck in the cell of you and me I guess it still beat solitary ——-Worry worry Put my head in such a flurry Freckle freckle What makes you so special———- One of these days yr gonna wake up in heaven Laugh about that night you got four stitches above your eye when they let the guitars fly Never trust a band that wouldn’t bleed for you Never believe in anyone who wouldn’t drive through the night (To you) They never tell you in school you’ll feel so alone Wake me up again when were in the same time zone The way I’d take a cornfield over a coast Mulitply me times what you adore most There were nights between yellow lines When I confessed to you riding shotgun asleep under purple skies They say You get what you get Well we Got lost in the middle of nowhere And you almost quit Tonight Come together Come apart You can get lonely when u Only read the charts Called everybody I knew in this life Can we get it together just for tonite I miss old friends and “play it agains” Please Send my love, to everyone above

This man just uttered my soul and deepest thoughts.  This is what I seek. 

I forgot I made a couple of mini vine compilations when they announced the end of vine

I had a dream that I lived in a town on the edge of reality. There was a map showing the location of the town in spacetime, and it was depicted as teetering on the edge of the event horizon of a funnel-shaped warp in reality. Like light a certain distance away from a black hole, we were unable to escape the influence of the warp, but not drawn in by it completely, either.

Our proximity to Unreality conferred many advantages, and we were able to do things in our town that weren’t actually possible. We could survive fatal accidents and walk away without a scratch. Things that were lost forever were found again, and sometimes, if you didn’t think about it too directly, failures transformed into successes just like that. It was as though thought itself was a physical substance that could bend the shape of the world in our favor. Life was good in the little town of Event Horizon, where things always seemed to work out and Lady Luck lived on our side.

But Event Horizon also experienced “reality-quakes”. Now and then the fabric of spacetime would ripple, and shockwaves would rock our little town violently. Sometimes things would shake loose and get drawn in to the Unreality, and even people could be lost this way. They quakes weren’t common, but they seemed to be occurring with more frequency, leading to fears that we were becoming unmoored in spacetime and might lose the equilibrium that allowed us to survive and take advantage of the flexibility of reality.

Thought could stabilize things, if we projected our minds as physical forces to hold things in place. You could cast your thoughts out as a net and pull against the draw of Unreality. But that only worked if we were prepared and braced ourselves against the quake ahead of time, and people needed to work and eat and sleep and go to school. There was no way that everyone could be on anchoring duty all the time.

That’s why we had a lottery. Every twenty years, one among us would be selected to by the community to be the Achor for the entire town—a full-time psychic resistance against entropy. The Anchor would enter a trance state and project their mind out to touch every structure, every tree, every pebble, every person in Event Horizon, and hold them there. Constantly. For twenty years.

People would come to tend to the Anchor, to feed and bathe them and keep them comfortable, but the Anchor rarely became lucid enough to recognize them. It was a vital, respected, honorable position, but there was no glory in it. If you found out you had been selected to be the next Anchor, your family would grieve for you as though you had died. If you had children, they would be taken care of in a princely fashion as wards of the state, and your family would be honored and want for nothing, because even though your assignment was only twenty years, former Anchors did not tend to live for very long. They’d be made comfortable and lavished with good things, but their life energy would be sapped, and they’d fade away quickly.

My dream was 90% exposition and very little in-the-moment action, but I had just discovered that I would be the new Anchor, and I was not happy about it. The most vivid action scene I remember was standing in my kitchen staring at breakfast cereal boxes on a shelf and touching them with my mind, feeling every grain of cereal within and thinking, “Even this? Even this?”

Anyway, thanks brain, that was cool.

There's this thing that y'all don't seem to get.

this vine is an intrusive thought

So, if the time loop is a metaphorical labyrinth, and Nadia and Alan are both Ariadne that leads the other out to their safety, Perseus for slaying the monster they had to face at some point, and The Minotaur for in the end being that same monster that is ultimately responsible for their own demise and imprisonment due to their own selfish actions In their lives…

What does that make of the Cat? Is he God? Is he the little girl? Are Oatmeal, The Little Girl, and Horse the 3 Fates? The cat’s actions are what ultimately cause the loop to begin with, he tricks Nadia into getting hit by the car the second Alan hits the ground from his fall, thus trapping them in the labyrinth, while also giving them a way out in the form of themselves.

What about the carnival parade, shouldn’t Alan have been there due to Horse? In the original Timeline Nadia doesn’t get him back home after finding him with Horse, whose “we got another one” line clearly refers to him finding another guy for the parade, but if that’s so, how can he jump to his death AND be at the parade at the same time?

Is the parade a metaphor for them transcending purgatory then? Is Horse the Devil? Is he Dionysus, who saves Ariadne the savior after she is been (metaphorically, in this case, and due to a higher will like some instances of the myth state) and abandoned by the hero she saved?

Is the little girl Athena? Or are they all just angels? The prayer from episode 2 states that angels are all around us, and the Rabbi does mentions how people are haunted and need to surrender to the Abyss, is this why they ultimately got free, because they surrendered to the circumstances of their life and shit?

How about the stairs, in the first episode she’s about to fall down the stairs and die but she gets caught by Mike, then she’s about to get hit by the car again but John catches her before she dies, is this a metaphor for how alone we are all destined to succumb and die, but with the help of others we can ultimately survive our life, hence why she gets down those stairs with max in the finale?

Or is this all just rambling? I’m confused.