the symphony of space

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Hello everyone! Our fandom here needs a wake up call! So let’s do a Captain Harlock week. Come bond with your fellow space pirates and contribute fanart, fanfiction, edits, gifs, videos, memes, anything you want to make! (´ ˘ `∗)♡ This Captain Harlock week will be from Nov. 20th to Nov. 27th! Each day has a theme “but you don’t have to follow them” ♡ so have fun and get creative! ( ˙˘˙ )♡ There will be more Harlock weeks in the future because there are so many other themes I wanted to add too. So if you don’t see a theme you wanted, no worries! (๑ ˙˘˙)/ The future has you covered. Make sure to tag your posts each day with #CaptainHarlockWeek so everyone can see your beautiful work! I have made a side blog for #CaptainHarlockWeek so I can reblog all of the posts! So let’s get started! ヾ(Ő∀Ő๑)ノ*・✫゚*♡

@arcadiargh @ashtenphantomharlock @metallic-cosmos @neoarcadia @the-eternal-captain-harlock @diomorph @aube-in-arcadia @djphil9999

Friday 11:56 p.m.
my lips are tangled into
his and my body is full of
life while we are exchanging
love on an empty mattress,
but kissing you on the floor
of the kitchen was by far
the best part.

Saturday 4:56 a.m
his being was born of woman
and embodied poetry. he was
the type of art that was hard
to forget. he was the type of art
I saw in museums, and parks, and monuments. he could destroy me
in the most beautiful way possible.
he knew how to decorate space
and he was the symphony that
decorated my time.

Sunday 2:31 p.m.
I’ve learned I like you.
you’re eyes are full of
language. I will learn
his anger. I will lick
his sadness. I will
feast on his hunger.
this is the place I want
to call home. I want to
learned what it means
to dance alone to the
hymn inside his chest.

Monday 8:43 p.m
it was kind to love on you
yet I cold heartedly to nibble
on your neck as a gesture
of a million stars burning
for you as if i didn’t want
to forget this the next
morning, the moment
you let go.

Tuesday 4:28 p.m.
he leaves today. I cried in
his arms. I buried my face
into his chest. love, teach
me how to be a hero. show
me what it means to stay
and I’ll write you a tragedy.

—  a weekend love

I just want to let everyone know I definitely want to do another Captain Harlock week soon. This time I want to know which month is best for everyone so everyone can participate. Should we have a Captain Harlock week in February or March? Please reblog and let me know which is best for you. ♡ And if I could rely on @aube-in-arcadia for French translation once more, I would be very thankful. ♡ I want everyone who wants to join in to have a chance to. Captain Harlock week is for everyone who loves Harlock. ♡ I love you all ♡ @ashtenphantomharlock @metallic-cosmos @arcadiargh @the-eternal-captain-harlock

  • what she says: i'm fine
  • what she means: exogenesis: symphony needs more recognition. i mean, really, have you ever sat down and listened to all 3 parts all the way through with good headphones? muse recorded alongside a 40 piece orchestra to record a 13 minute long SYMPHONY separated into 3 songs creating not only a space/symphonic rock spectacle but an almost entirely classical piece that even contains a narrative that describes a futuristic human society coming to a potential end. matt literally arranged the entire orchestral section by himself because he didn't want anyone to change his vision for the piece. he pushed himself so much on the piano in part 2 (cross-pollination) that he's reluctant to play it live because he's afraid he'll mess it up and not do justice to the song. exogenesis is such an incredibly intricate and elaborate piece of music. it's indefinitely a testament to who muse are as musicians. exogenesis needs to be appreciated more
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That was when they noticed that every musician on the stage was wearing mourning black. That was when they shut up. And when the conductor raised his arms, it was not a symphony that filled the cavernous space.

It was the Song of Eyllwe.

Then Song of Fenharrow. And Melisande. And Terrasen. Each nation that had people in those labour camps.

And finally, not for pomp or triumph, but to mourn what they had become, they played the Song of Adarlan.

When the final note finished, the conductor turned to the crowd, the musicians standing with him. As one, they looked to the boxes, to all those jewels bought with the blood of a continent. And without a word, without a bow or another gesture, they walked off the stage.

The next morning, by royal decree, the theatre was shut down.

No one saw those musicians or their conductor again.

Pure Awareness

~NOW~
The present moment is the only moment there is or ever will be.
The past / The future are only thought projections experienced in the now.

In this now moment, many things come and go, like clouds in the sky. You experience thoughts (The seemingly most commonly recurring visitor), people, places, music, food, emotions, sensations ect. These things are all temporary visitors to the present moment experience, but there is that which remains unchanged throughout every moment (It is always only the present moment that we experience) in your life. It is not something you can touch, hear, taste, smell, or see, but you can be it. It is what allows all these things you interact with to be at all. It is who we are at the deepest, core-aspect of self.

It is the stillness found within every change.
It is the silence where all music is played.
It is the formless space where the symphony of existence takes place.