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#alaynas tomb of reflection
dreamkeeperstomb · 1 year
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i love learning of other people.. there is so much of an intrigue to the psychology and innerworkings to the mind of another.. the individual complexities of how they think.. the way they articulate their sentences.. everything.. theres such an intricacy to each and every person.. truly no two people are the same.. everyone is always different in a vastness beyond comprehension.. and i just love meeting others and understanding this further.. to truly take it in is something so brilliantly unique and delightful of a human experience to bare..
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bacejelerenvorthos · 6 years
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The Art of Bound and Bonded by Nicky Drayden
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Art by: Wesley Burt
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Portcullis Vine | Art by: James Paick
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Temple Garden | Art by: Titus Lunter
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Pause for Reflection | Art by: Alayna Danner
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Swamp | Art by: John Avon
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High Priest of Penance | Art by: Mark Zug
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Izzet Locket | Art by: Dmitry Burmak
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Overgrown Tomb | Art by: Yeong-Hao Han
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Flower // Flourish | Art by: Dmitry Burmak
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dreamkeeperstomb · 1 year
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work to enjoy your life.. collect the things you like.. write the stories you wish to read.. make the things you wish to create.. our entire point is to experience existence and enjoy that experience.. break out of societal perception and view things through the lens of yourself and your own comprehensive understandings.. form your own identity and opinion on the values and experiences of life and enjoy your time here..
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dreamkeeperstomb · 1 year
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everyone is just a person.. you are no better or anymore important than anyone else on this earth.. we hold others to such a high standard for what they create or what they are included in.. but we must remember they are just people.. and we are in no way different from one another for any further reasoning to best this factor..
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dreamkeeperstomb · 1 year
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nothing more heavenly than the demo version of poachers pride … something i would sing to the youngest self in her tomb of the heart.. so deeply nostalgic in its suffering… :,,))<33
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dreamkeeperstomb · 1 year
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i need to work on being gentler.. consciously to myself and to the others around me..
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dreamkeeperstomb · 1 year
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((i do not conceptualize form for if we are all just living beings isnt identity merely subjective and if so, why should others look upon me and be aloud to assess my outward form if it was not given to me out of choice or one i find myself a reflection of to the internal spirit or mind; surely i would identify away from the physical structure if there were ways to separate the form from the identity and envision myself to a deeper plane than social conception to my external persona))
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dreamkeeperstomb · 1 year
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i like to listen to this sort of noise and ambience as well reminds me that i am made of the flesh and my time is limited
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dreamkeeperstomb · 1 year
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randomly the comforts and joys of the past will come back to me.. the lastest query to draw my attention backward, falls to the cold hands of carrie white..<33
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dreamkeeperstomb · 1 year
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the worst of which.. i wish i could do everything all at once or learn everything there is that is needed to know.. but i cant, because i dont even know where to begin..
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dreamkeeperstomb · 1 year
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never is there a dull moment here
even though i am isolated completely
i am not alone
my dreams come to me and provide me with so much visual prediction and guidance, i am grateful
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dreamkeeperstomb · 1 year
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i was wondering of this earlier.. if i knew every woman in the world would i still be myself..? would i still hold my humanity..? would what id seen.. every wrong doing and every injustice or comfort upheld.. would its amalgamation leave me still in my own mind..? or would i mold to a new and damaged understanding.. unable to grasp anything left of me, as i loose the parts of myself ive grown so close too and familiar with.. would i be anything left at all..?
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dreamkeeperstomb · 1 year
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on this hour there is much deeply to be grateful for.. as when gratitude is evident and experienced of the soul, the heart is open and life finds way to meaning..
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dreamkeeperstomb · 1 year
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the room holds an unfamiliar hue that leaves me cold and shivering..i dont think i have ever been this cold in this room dispite its inital icy greeting to my physical.. the being of my dreams caught me last night as my only refuge be my way to run and avoid and yet.. id woken exhausted with sore limbs, as with all hell realm dreams.. it only grows colder as i reminisce on the banging to my walls and the doors of my room that close on their own..
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dreamkeeperstomb · 1 year
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the perception others hold of me through the portal the phone screen provides will not exist to prove accurancy in example. i do not know the person perceived, as you do not know me yourself. we have all curated a vision of ourselves in our heads, as is the same for those present in our lives.. but we do not truly know these individuals as they do not truly know us. not even half of you im sure know yourselves either..
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dreamkeeperstomb · 1 year
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one of the dearest memories of the self is when i was alone in a school hallway, walking the corridor unaided by another to the enth moment of passing period.. when the lights flickered for a minute straight as i walked through its tunneling only to turn back on to regularity once i left out the door…. the energy was magnificent that day ..as i cannot even describe to you how pleasing it was to just exist and have that strange sort of experience.. for if i could only live inside the moment forever, to be alone while the lights follow you and flicker..
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