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scorpio-fantasies · 3 years
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Am I the only one who feels a strong connection from childhood with being in the back of a car looking through the window and listening to trance or electronic music as you think of the meaning of many things in life until you feel like the smartest/most mature kid in your class at 6 years old because you've been doing this since you can remember and then your 16 you bacame a nihilist because you found life is meaningless but then you're 17 and you're an absurdist because you accepted life is meaningless but then you're 18, and now you're a budist because you now see the absence of meaning as the way ego can desapear to get the truest answers?
Now instead of being in the back of a car answering the questions that pop in your mind, you're sitting on a train going nowhere important meditating as life looses it's shape, you stop being, that's your true form, the traveler.
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scorpio-fantasies · 4 years
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Sitting in the back of the car, it's late, dark, rainy, but all you can see is the lights of the city.
You let your mind go, time stop existing, it's only you, the car and the rain, on a huge ocean of lights, waves of it's reflection, sometimes you watch the speed of the background, sometimes you watch the drops of rain slowly run through the window.
You're tired, but you won't sleep, the peace you are feeling is too strong to let it go.
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scorpio-fantasies · 4 years
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Estoy viviendolo, este abismo existencial, cuando los recuerdos parecen sueños y los sueños realidad, no queda mucho más que hacer que sufrir en silencio, en silencio porque las palabras no saldrán, ciertamente, no existen. Al menos no en el lenguaje del pensamiento, de la consciencia, esa falsa sensación de control sobre ésta película que tenemos la obligación de ver por el simple hecho de nacer. Nada más que ser, nada más que sentir, morimos fríos si sabemos que todo se escapa de nuestro control y nuestra percepción.
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scorpio-fantasies · 4 years
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Oh, how fitting for one so fake
Make me a fairy, whatever it takes
And just like her tale, my dream was a scam
You waited, smiling, for this?
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scorpio-fantasies · 4 years
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He flexed his muscles to keep his flock of sheep in line.
He made a virus that would kill off all the swine.
His perfect kingdom of killing, suffering and pain.
Demands devotion, atrocities done in his name.
Nine inch nails - Heresy
If this is the lie you whant to believe in.
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scorpio-fantasies · 4 years
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There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so.
-William Shakespeare
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scorpio-fantasies · 4 years
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I'm filled with a desire for clarity and meaning within a world and condition that offers neither.
Albert Camus, The mith of Sisyphus
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I'll plant and water, sow and weed,
Till not an inch of earth shows brown,
And take a vow of each small seed
To grow to greenness and renown:
And then some day you'll pass my way,
See gold and crimson, bell and star,
And catch my garden's soul, and say:
"how sweet this cottage gardens are!"
My hollyhocks are all awake,
And not a single rose is lost;
My wallflowers, for dear pity's sake,
Have fought the winter's cruel frost;
Pink peony buds begin to peer,
AndFlagsPush UpTheir sword-blades fine:
I know there will not be this year
A brighter garden plot than mine.
I'll sow the seeds of mignonette,
Of snapdragon and sunflowers tall,
And scarlet poppies I will set
To flower against the southern wall;
Already all my lilies show
The green crowns baby lilies wear.
-Edith Nesbit
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scorpio-fantasies · 4 years
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But beauty, real beauty,
ends where an intellectual expression begins. Intellect is in itself an exaggeration, and destroys the harmony of any face. The moment one sits down to think, one becomes all nose, or all forehead, or something horrid. Look at the successful men in any of the learned professions. How perfectly hideous they are! Except, of course, in the Church. But then in the Church they don’t think. A bishop keeps on saying at the age of eighty what he was told to say when he was a boy of eighteen, and consequently he always looks absolutely delightful.
Oscar Wilde- The picture of Dorian Gray
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scorpio-fantasies · 4 years
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Blue dreams:
You find an elfic naked woman under the rain,with black and wavy hair, bright pale skin in contrast with the foggy blue atmosphere, resting on a black motorcycle In the middle of a road in the edge of a cliff.
And the ocean goes wild in the background, she is looking to the distance, as you get closer to her you can see her eyes, crystalline grey eyes, fixated on the wildness of the waves.
You can only hear the air, and the whispering of the rain hitting the water. You breath and she breathes. You are both in silence, like a million miles away, but still you're sharing the same experience, the same dream.
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