a god within

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Meanwhile, Oikawa is sulking hiding behind a rock.

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uncharted challenge  [2/2] Chapters→ The Tree of Life (Uncharted 2: Among Thieves)   

What the hell did you do back there? Oh, you know…saved the world.

anonymous asked:

Poetry recs? Like your absolute absolute favourites

Okay these are the ones that made me die a little

All messengers of the Light reveal to us that the human being carries a spark of the eternal Light within him. Jesus called it the kingdom of God within you; oriental philosophy speaks of the jewel in the lotus; the Rosicrucians speak of the spirit-spark atom, the primordial atom or the rose of the heart. The theosophists characteristically call it the last remnant of the once divine human being.

World of Wakanda is literally about black lesbians (and white men showing up where no one wants them and subsequently gettin they ass beat)

Within each of us exists a beautiful energy from which we were created.  This energy shines through to everyone else that we meet, and our authentic selves become connected with other positive energies around us.

Dec. 4

The Shadow of the Queen.

Alright, I’m late, but still - the 3rd week has passed so it’s time for a weekend pict, I decided to draw the grineer queens this time.

WARNING, the text below are nothing but headcanons and theories and may contain spoilers.

In my opinion, they are really inetesting characters. What led these sisters, who had the bad past together to the relationships they have now?

I have a theory about it. Let’s take a closer look at them. The Worm (the younger sister) is way more younger than the older one, her look, her voice and etc.

As we know, the Orokin had the ritual of the Continuity, which let them live longer by obtaining the new young bodies. So, the older Queen might be mad at the younger one because she’s got the newer body with that ritual, but the Older herself didn’t, so her plan was to kidnap us, Operators, to finally get one.

I guess that’s how it is.

You who never arrived
in my arms, Beloved, who were lost
from the start,
I don’t even know what songs
would please you. I have given up trying
to recognize you in the surging wave of
the next moment. All the immense
images in me – the far-off, deeply-felt
landscape, cities, towers, and bridges, and
unsuspected turns in the path,
and those powerful lands that were once
pulsing with the life of the gods–
all rise within me to mean
you, who forever elude me.

You, Beloved, who are all
the gardens I have ever gazed at,
longing. An open window
in a country house– , and you almost
stepped out, pensive, to meet me.
Streets that I chanced upon,–
you had just walked down them and vanished.
And sometimes, in a shop, the mirrors
were still dizzy with your presence and,
startled, gave back my too-sudden image.
Who knows? Perhaps the same
bird echoed through both of us
yesterday, separate, in the evening…

—  Rainer Maria Rilke, You Who Never Arrived