Find my poem “The Summoning” in the latest (and apparently last) issue of WHOLE BEAST RAG. In case you wanted to read it on a different landscape very similar this landscape but slightly more professional and hip looking. Because you’re into that sort of thing.
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because why not.
Music video by David Bowie performing ”Heroes”. Taken from the album ‘Heroes’ Buy the David Bowie back catalogue on iTunes here: http://smarturl.it/bowieit…
i was talking to myself about this earlier today, and then i wrote an email to someone about this (and about other things but i won’t talk about the other things) and i really want it to be true because otherwise death is terrifying. i want death to be like stars dying, not exploding their matter and energy and essence and soul into the universe in every direction and then, after a time, all of the messy little bits re-combine to form something new. it really makes me want to believe in the soul and how, when we die, it just goes off like a little wisp of light and heat and searches aimlessly for the messy little bits that went away for a while. maybe not aimlessly. maybe it knows where to go. maybe our consciousness sits dormant within our soul while it searches for us.
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I’m not even a gamer but I would play this so hard.
and you would get sorted an junk and it would be great
Isn’t this secretly what we all wanted Pottermore to be?
Okay so my mind started rolling with this and omfg okay just hear me out
So like it starts of sort of like Sims and Skyrim, okay. You get your owl and you go do your shopping for stuff for Hogwarts, but you don’t get to see your character just yet. When you get to Hogwarts and your sorting ceremony, you get to customise how they look and what sort of traits they have. After you customise all that, you get sorted via a quiz (sort of like Pottermore) and it rolls with that and you get sorted.
Through the game, you get to study magic (obvious) and you have adventures and stuff where you have to make decisions. These decisions later decide what your Patronus and Animagus will be, as well as what your fear is for you Boggart (though this could also possibly be decided on when you’re making your character idk whatever).
So during the summer holidays, you have adventures in the Muggle world (depending on what your blood status is, which could be decided randomly) if you’re Muggle-born. If you’re Pure-Blooded, you have adventures in the wizarding world. If you’re Half-Blooded, you can do both. But here’s the thing, if you spend more time in the Muggle world, you get more information on going on’s in the Muggle world, and same goes for the Wizarding world if you spend more time in the Wizarding world. And after a period of time, like maybe in your fourth year?, you can get papers and news from whichever world you’re not in most often. And your knowledge of the events of the world, both Wizarding and Muggle alike, can factor into the gameplay somehow.
And then in your Fifth and Seventh years, you have your O.W.L.s and your N.E.W.T.s, and these factor into what career choices you’ll have later on as well. So like if you score high in Herbology and Potions, you’d have career options like Healer, Herbologist, and Potion Master.
AND THEN THE WORLD BECOMES YOURS. YOU CAN CONTINUE RELATIONSHIPS YOU HAD IN HOGWARTS AFTERWARDS, OR YOU CAN MEET NEW PEOPLE, OR WHATEVER. AND THEN IT JUST BECOMES THIS HUGE SANDBOX OF FUN AND WONDERMENT.
YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL, BEAUTIFUL MIND
YOU ARE A GENIUS!!!!!
CAN THIS BE A THING PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE
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I once knew a girl from North Carolina who rode horses. We would talk late into the night when it rained, and she would sing about the end of the world. And then she cut her hair, and she cut her horse’s hair, and she cut the hair of her unborn niece, and her dead father, and she moved to California where the rain never falls, and we spoke about how the world had ended and what it cost us. And I learned that I could never be sweet enough to keep her from leaving my heart.
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At night I listen to recordings of thunderstorms
Because it never rains here. When I close my eyes
I see flashes of light that I take to be lightning strikes
If you free us, they say,
we will give you maps to cities that don’t exist we will tell you the secrets that animals whisper to each other we will teach you the formulas for space travel time travel dimensional travel we will show you the birth of your universe, and the death, and what lives in the heart of the mountain.
And all we ask in return
Barely anything at all
Just a tiny piece
A little glimmer
Of your soul.
I don’t wake to the rain
Or the emptiness clawing
Into my skin.
I don’t wake to the cat
Nestling against me, only
To leave moments later,
My body colder than hers.
I don’t wake to the ripping of
The tree that grows inside,
Leaves withering to ash.
I don’t wake.
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When I died flowers bloomed from my eyes and ears and bloomed from my mouth spilling forth into the humid summer night where my body lay on the rain-flecked dirt under the grandfather trees. And when I died the good wolf came and spoke of crystal houses within cities hidden beneath withering cathedrals. He spoke of the bad wolves, and the wars, and the danger of standing still. And while he spoke we stood above my flowering body and waited for the petals of color only seen by dead eyes - they would buy me passage through the roots of the dreaming tree.
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Thank you, anonymous person!
She said our love came from
It was an oriole’s nest
Threaded with ways
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