weep and die

me: i discovered that kuma would wear space buns

michael ( @fearnyas ) literally 20 mins later w/ arts: ok here u go

I’M SCREAMING JGHBNJHERGBNJHEBNG

From Awakening Osiris,
The Egyptian Book of the Dead:

45. Becoming the Child

In seafoam, in swirlings and imaginings I am fish, tadpole, crocodile. I am an urge, an idea, a portent of impossible dreams. I lie between heaven and earth, be­tween goodness and evil, patience and explosion. I am innocent and rosy as dawn. I sleep with my finger in my mouth, the cord of life curled beside my ear. Like a child in its mother’s belly, I am with you but not among you. I know no ending for I have no beginning. I have always been here, a child in the silence of things, ready to wake at any moment.
I am possibility.
What I hate is ignorance, smallness of imagination, the eye that sees no farther than its own lashes. All things are possible. When we speak in anger, anger will be our truth. When we speak in love and live by love, truth in love will be our comfort.
Who you are is limited only by who you think you are.
I am the word before its utterance. I am thought and desire. I am a child in the throat of god.
Things are possible—joy and sorrow, men and women, children. Someday I’ll imagine myself a different man, build bone and make flesh around him. I am with you but a moment for an eternity. I am the name of everything.
I’ve dreamed the nightmare a hundred times, that old revulsion of bone and flesh, waking in sweat, in a headlong rush toward the world, into the cool certainty of fires that burn in sudden stars, the heat in the body. That I am precludes my never having been.
What I know was given to me to say. There is more.
There are words that exist only in the mind of heaven, a bright knowing, a clear moment of being. When you know it, you know yourself well enough. You will not speak.
I am a child resting in love, in the pleasure of clouds. I read the book of the river. I hold the magic of stones and trees. I find god in my fingers and in the wings of birds. I am my delight, creator of my destiny. It is not vanity.
There are those who live in the boundaries of guilt and fear, the limits of imagination. They believe limita­tion is the world. You can not change them. There is work of your own to do. You will never reach the end of your own becoming, the madness of creation, the joy of existence.
Dance in the moment. Reach down and pull up song. Spin and chant and forget the sorrow that we are flesh on bone. I return to the rhythm of water, to the dark song I was in my mother’s belly. We were gods then and we knew it. We are gods now dancing in whirling dark­ness, spitting flame like stars in the night.
In the womb before the world began, I was a child among other gods and children who were, or may be, or might have been. There in the dark when we could not see each other’s faces, we agreed with one mind to be born, to separate, to forget the pact we made that we might learn the secrets of our fraternity.
We agreed to know sorrow in exchange for joy, to know death in ex­change for life. We were dark seeds of possibility whisper­ing. Then one by one we entered alone. We walked on our legs, and as we had said, we passed in well-lit streets without recognizing each other; yet we were gods sheathed in flesh, the multitude of a single spirit. Gods live even in darkness, in the world above your heads, in the crevices of rocks, in the open palms of strangers.
I am a child, the seed in everything, the rhythm of flowers, the old story that lingers. Among cattle and fruit sellers, I am air. I am love hidden in a shy maiden’s gown. I am the name of things. I am the dream changing before your eyes. I am my body, a house for blood and breath. I am a man on earth and a god in heaven. While I travel the deserts in frail form, while I grow old and weep and die, I live always as a child inside the body of truth, a blue egg that rocks in the storm but never breaks. I sleep in peace in my mother’s lap, a child mesmerized by sunlight on the river. My soul is swallowed up by god.
Out of chaos came the light.
Out of the will came life.

my emotions
  • Bodhi Rook: my sweet innocent son don't you touch him don't you look at him do not hurt him you fucking fucks
  • Cassian Andor: he's been fighting this war since he was 6 years old my god someone hug him, perhaps on a beach while the world is exploding, good yes good i'm dying right now someone better start writing me alllllll the Cassian Andor backstory fanfic just in case lucasfilm doesn't deliver
  • Chirrut Imwe: the Force is with you and you are the finest Jedi to ever live i don't care if you're not a Jedi just a "dreamer" THE FORCE IS WITH YOU AND YOU ARE THE FORCE
  • Baze Malbus: the moment he rose up an started just wrecking those imperials was the pinnacle of "boy he bout to do it" and i ascended
  • K2SO: K!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *sobbing*
  • Bail "I trust her with my life" Organa: asdkjfjk;djkf;skj every moment he was on screen my interal screaming "baaaaaaaaiiiiiiil" like ok i'm suing for emotional damage AGAIN how many people from Lucasfilm am I suing now I can't keep track
  • Jyn Erso: I can't wait for "Stardust" to replace "I rebel" on all her edits like finally. good. also needs a hug. on a beach. while the world is ending. FUCK ME UP jeezus. she went from "idgaf" to outright weeping and would literally die for the rebellion in 0 to 60 flat because it was her father's dream and frankly i'm still not over "stardust" like no you don't understand father-daughter nicknames are my absolute weakness just shut up and don't look at me
  • Galen Erso: "I have so much to tell you" *drags hands down face*
  • Saw Gerrera: hats off to Forrest Whitaker for still making me care even after he put his hands on Bodhi. Those eyes tho... I'm still haunted by the expressions on his face. now that's microexpressions, folks. Everyone else can go home. I can't explain. will come back to this later
  • Darth Vader: my father who is disappointed in me and about to kill me probably while making a terrible pun and that's all she wrote folks
A Game of Thrones sentence/starter Meme || Part 12

“It is not for you to tell me what I cannot do.”
“When soldiers lack discipline, the fault lies with their lord commander.”
“Men call me…often.”
“Go to sleep, sweetling.”
“Who’d want to kill the likes of you?”
“If I die, weep for me.”
“Always follow a big man into battle.”
“You appear to be wounded.”
“Best go don your armor.”
“The dead will dance here this night.”
“As we sin, so do we suffer.”
“They don’t fight very well.”
“You must put these dreams aside, they will only break your heart.”
“The man who trusts in spells is dueling with a glass sword.”
“There are no heroes.”
“In life, the monsters win.”
“If I look back I am lost.”
“When the sun rises in the west and sets in the east.”
“When the seas go dry and mountains blow in the wind like leaves.”
“This was no god’s work.”
“That is a grim, unlucky place.”
“I see you have taken a few lessons from me.”
“I said the words and I meant them.”
“The hard truths are the ones to hold tight.”
“Do you think I love him any less than you?”
“You do not have the words to make a spell, nor the wisdom to find them.”
“I will not watch you burn.”
“I vow to serve you, to obey you, to die for you if need be.”
“Is it so far from madness to wisdom?”
“Only death can pay for life.”
“The fire is mine.”

Psych — Season 2  {Sentence Starters}

  • “Where do I get a juice box, and does it come in grapalicious?”
  • “Don’t be an idiot. I’m not one of your fans. I barely even like you.”
  • “Well, what’d I tell you about taking care of your stuff?”
  • “Don’t you dare learn a wrong lesson while I’m trying to teach you a right lesson!”
  • “How the hell did you get in here? You’re coming with me.”
  • “You can talk all you want, but facts and logic will win out this time.”
  • “Can you even remember what it felt like to be able to move the muscles in your face?”
  • “If I had learned how to laugh as a child, I would right now.”
  • “I can’t believe you just made that assumption. You should be ashamed of yourself and your family.”
  • “This car makes me want to weep and then die.”
  • “First of all, that sounds like a totally disturbing game.”
  • “Well, I did go to cheerleader camp for two weeks. I got kicked out.”
  • “I feel like an angel baby swaddled in a cocoon of cloud candy.”
  • “The bruises didn’t go away for a year, but it was totally worth it. It was my best screensaver ever!”
  • “It’s like a genocide of color… somewhere a rainbow is weeping.”
  • “Are you trying to tell me you went skydiving with a rabbi?”
  • “There’s a better than decent chance this goes poorly.”
  • “Suffice to say I don’t like liars who steal nail polish and then pass out when you slap them a little bit on the back of the head.”
  • “A little girl outside just started crying when she saw this shirt.”
  • “I’m not mad; I’m happy, I’m thrilled. I love looking like an idiot.”
Psych ( USA ) sentence meme ( part 1/? )

 Psych ( USA ) sentence meme ( part 1/? )     [ credit to ofsentencefragments ]

“I call him Dwight. ”
“Look, if I understood what you were saying — I’d still be a virgin.”
“If you don’t know the answer don’t make up words.”
“When did my house become a day-care center?”
“Save it for your online roleplay.”
“That’s how babies are made?”
“Close the blinds, shut the door, and remain completely silent — this is big.”
“Do you know how many secrets I’m keeping from you already? You totally trust me.”
“Someone didn’t drink their courageous juice this morning.”
“Don’t be an idiot. I’m not one of your fans. I barely even like you.”
“It’s a good thing you’re here, we were just about to do some scrap booking.”
“That was hot!”
“I’ve heard it both ways.”
“You’re probably going to be eaten by carpet beetles.”
“I don’t have my toothbrush! I don’t have my multivitamins!”
“Why would I be mad? I’m locked in a museum with a possibly a violent criminal and probably an angry mummy spirit. Oh, and here’s a bonus we have no phones.”
“Don’t worry about it. I honestly didn’t know I was going to be putting my foot up your ass, life’s full of surprises.”
“You want me to poke you in the eyes on the roof?”
“You keep a stun gun in the birdhouse?”
“Don’t listen to him, he’s a dream killer.”
“One part ice cream, two parts awesome.”
[ high pitched screaming ]
“C’mon son.”
“You should be ashamed of yourself and your family.”
“There’s a Lieutenant Crunch here to see you.”
“Before we get started we always like to ask a few preliminary questions. Standard stuff. Let’s see, one: did you kill that guy?”
“Suck it.”
“This makes me want to weep and then die.”
“You heard about Pluto? That’s messed up, right?”
“Remember: you treat a woman like a person, then a princess, then a Greek goddess and then like a person again.”
“I call it very close talking.”
“Are you a fan of delicious flavor?”
“Is it just me or is this unbearably boring?”
“It’s not like I’m wearing a giant moose costume.”
“Me gusta queso.”
“How about you play six degrees of kiss my ass?”
“That sounds like a totally disturbing game.”
“No I’m not mad. I’m happy! I’m thrilled! I love looking like an idiot!”
“Seek help.”
“I file these words under “Things to say when I want to be ridiculed or kicked out of bed.”
"In my portrayal of you, you only have an eighth grade education.”
“I am so sorry if my agonizing pain is inconveniencing you.”

Plot # 46: Wandering Heart

[inspired by these submitted lyrics: “You make me weep and wanna die, Just when you said we’d try, Lovin’, touchin’, squeezin’ each other, When I’m alone all by myself, You’re out with someone else, Lovin’, touchin’, squeezin’ each other”

Muse A and Muse B are long-time friends who’ve held onto an unexpressed attraction to one another for many years. For one reason or another the two of them just never attempted to date, despite their obvious flirting, teasing touches and playful, lingering kisses goodbye. When Muse B, the shier of the two, expresses interest in someone else, a freshly single Muse A finally chooses to tell Muse B how they feel. Muse B happily starts dating Muse A, who they’ve really wanted to be with this whole time. The relationship between them is great for the first few weeks. It’s like nothing has changed, except for the fact that they kiss and fool around and are openly romantic without having to worry about what the gestures mean. Just as things are getting serious between them, Muse B catches Muse A sending sexy texts to someone else. They’re really disappointed, but are consoled by a fast-talking Muse A who promises that it didn’t mean anything and it won’t happen again. Muse B forgives Muse A and they move forward, eventually moving in together.  Living together, turns out to be a big mistake, as everything one of them does seems to annoy the other in some way. Despite sharing a place, Muse B starts to see less and less of Muse A and it makes them suspicious that Muse A might be cheating again. When Muse B musters the nerve to confront Muse A about their fears, Muse A confesses that they have been spending time with someone on the side, but it’s not because they don’t want to be with Muse B; Muse A simply states that they’d like to pursue an open relationship, in which they can both see other people as long as they don’t bring them back to their home. Muse B takes some time to think it over, only agreeing because they care about Muse A and hope that it’s just a phase or a rough patch for them to get over. Muse A openly starts hanging out with someone else while Muse B worries that Muse A will leave them. Muse B isn’t the type of person to cheat, even if it’s permitted and it devastates them that Muse A doesn’t seem to think that their relationship is good enough with just the two of them.  

From Awakening Osiris,
The Egyptian Book of the Dead:

45. Becoming the Child

In seafoam, in swirlings and imaginings I am fish, tadpole, crocodile. I am an urge, an idea, a portent of impossible dreams. I lie between heaven and earth, be­tween goodness and evil, patience and explosion. I am innocent and rosy as dawn. I sleep with my finger in my mouth, the cord of life curled beside my ear. Like a child in its mother’s belly, I am with you but not among you. I know no ending for I have no beginning. I have always been here, a child in the silence of things, ready to wake at any moment.
I am possibility.
What I hate is ignorance, smallness of imagination, the eye that sees no farther than its own lashes. All things are possible. When we speak in anger, anger will be our truth. When we speak in love and live by love, truth in love will be our comfort.
Who you are is limited only by who you think you are.
I am the word before its utterance. I am thought and desire. I am a child in the throat of god.
Things are possible—joy and sorrow, men and women, children. Someday I’ll imagine myself a different man, build bone and make flesh around him. I am with you but a moment for an eternity. I am the name of everything.
I’ve dreamed the nightmare a hundred times, that old revulsion of bone and flesh, waking in sweat, in a headlong rush toward the world, into the cool certainty of fires that burn in sudden stars, the heat in the body. That I am precludes my never having been.
What I know was given to me to say. There is more.
There are words that exist only in the mind of heaven, a bright knowing, a clear moment of being. When you know it, you know yourself well enough. You will not speak.
I am a child resting in love, in the pleasure of clouds. I read the book of the river. I hold the magic of stones and trees. I find god in my fingers and in the wings of birds. I am my delight, creator of my destiny. It is not vanity.
There are those who live in the boundaries of guilt and fear, the limits of imagination. They believe limita­tion is the world. You can not change them. There is work of your own to do. You will never reach the end of your own becoming, the madness of creation, the joy of existence.
Dance in the moment. Reach down and pull up song. Spin and chant and forget the sorrow that we are flesh on bone. I return to the rhythm of water, to the dark song I was in my mother’s belly. We were gods then and we knew it. We are gods now dancing in whirling dark­ness, spitting flame like stars in the night.
In the womb before the world began, I was a child among other gods and children who were, or may be, or might have been. There in the dark when we could not see each other’s faces, we agreed with one mind to be born, to separate, to forget the pact we made that we might learn the secrets of our fraternity.
We agreed to know sorrow in exchange for joy, to know death in ex­change for life. We were dark seeds of possibility whisper­ing. Then one by one we entered alone. We walked on our legs, and as we had said, we passed in well-lit streets without recognizing each other; yet we were gods sheathed in flesh, the multitude of a single spirit. Gods live even in darkness, in the world above your heads, in the crevices of rocks, in the open palms of strangers.
I am a child, the seed in everything, the rhythm of flowers, the old story that lingers. Among cattle and fruit sellers, I am air. I am love hidden in a shy maiden’s gown. I am the name of things. I am the dream changing before your eyes. I am my body, a house for blood and breath. I am a man on earth and a god in heaven. While I travel the deserts in frail form, while I grow old and weep and die, I live always as a child inside the body of truth, a blue egg that rocks in the storm but never breaks. I sleep in peace in my mother’s lap, a child mesmerized by sunlight on the river. My soul is swallowed up by god.
Out of chaos came the light.
Out of the will came life.

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General Life Update: Local Premium Italian Ham Writes A Book, Is Getting Published

So, I think the title is pretty self-explanatory, but I’m going to talk about this anyway because I’ve been way too excited about this. But, anyway! Hi, guys. I wrote a book. To be more specific, a book about modern magic and witchcraft, which will be available on Amazon stores from 7 January onwards!

You can read a handy little synopsis above, and if it seems like your thing, give it a shot and purchase it when it’s out. I’ll be posting a updated post with all the links as to where get it on 7th Jan! 

I will be 100% grateful if you guys can reblog this/like this/get the word out? (if you actually buy this book, I might actually weep and die of happiness) Annnndd that’s all about I have to say as of now, but I really hope you guys will like it! 

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Elite Four Theme

here it is, it’s the babes have arrived theme song. the track that plays a lot in the second half of the show whenever they show up with new uniforms or save the day or just be the best in general. i love the elite four so much i’m going to weep and then die.