seafoam* posted a quote
December 21, 2016 4:49pm UTC
“I'm awaiting a lover. I have to be rent and pulled apart and live according to the demons and the imagination in me. I'm restless. Things are calling me away. My hair is being pulled by the stars again.”
seafoam* posted a quote
October 14, 2016 7:13pm UTC
I’ve got quite a vivid imagination and I’m easily overwhelmed by sensations and things that are beautiful or scary. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a ghost; I think I’m probably haunted by my own ghosts rather than real ones.
Anujsomany posted a quote
September 11, 2016 12:54am UTC
"An effective way to say as who is morally RIGHT is that if a person does speak or write the corrective things consistently, then the networking people often tend to ignore him or do not like his thoughts ever." ~Anuj Somany
“ I fell in love with books. Some people find beauty in music, some in painting, some in landscape, but I find it in words. By beauty, I mean the feeling you have suddenly glimpsed another world, or looked into a portal that reveals a kind of magic or romance out of which the world has been constructed, a feeling there is something more than the mundane, and a reason for our plodding. —Donald Miller ”
Mountains and Mystery When I glance over at one of the countless small mountains I pass while on the road, it seems mysterious and important. It seems as if it might be a sacred place that holds an answer for me. If I interrupt my trip and turn off to explore the mountain, the closer I get to it, the more normal it looks. Eventually, when I’m standing next to it, I realize it’s just a big pile of dirt and stone. It’s dusty and dry. Occasional bits of litter have blown in and collected in the less-windy spots. It’s surrounded by fences put up by the various people who own plots of land around it and probably have long-standing disagreements with their neighbors. The geological processes that continue to shape the mountain might be interesting, but that’s probably because they cannot be observed and must be imagined. Imagination provides its own wonder and interest to anything it considers. So many things in life are like that mountain. Our imagination might be the most beautiful part of the world, since it’s precisely when we imagine how things or people might be that they take on that beauty. Once we explore anything, once we get our first job, first love, first anything, and we live with it for a while—once we actually experience something on a daily basis—it becomes normal, boring, dry, uninspiring, disappointing, and even forgettable. Nobody remains as mysterious as we had imagined him or her to be. No endeavor satisfies us as we had imagined it would. No secret seems worth preserving once we learn it. The keeping of a secret is precisely the thing that gives it value. Call something a secret, and everyone wants to know it. Try instead to spread the word freely, and no one has time to listen. We are all drawn to the wonders of our own imaginings. We are all disappointed by reality. Life is only beautiful while we imagine it to be. quote and format by Raxin
“Imagination can be an amazing thing, and a burden.” “How can imagination be a burden?” “You can imagine all the brilliant things in the universe, but when you stop imagining you’re left with reality. And reality is a horrible thing.”
In this house we believe in magic, we have epic adventures once upon a time and in galaxies far away we do wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff while going where no man has gone before. We know the answer to everything is 42 and that the odds are ever in our favor. We do cosplay and passion and we aim to misbehave. And we don't care what others think because in this house we do geek.
My imaginaition takes place in a small room. This room is a house. Now, you could say that the house only had one room, but you just wouldn't be right. This house has four walls, a roof, and a floor, but no door. It does, however, have a window, though this window only ever shows the weather, which is usualy rainy. This doesn't mean my house is always sad, maybe lonely, but not sad. Maybe a good kind of lonely, a peaceful lonely. This house has very few furniture. There is a loveseat, pressed up agenst the window, and in the corner, a boxset TV, that plays only old morning cartoons and animes that bring back memories of a lonely childhood. This TV sits on a small stand, with one empety drawr. The floor in this house has a short carpet, of which I lay on and wish I had a larger imagination.