the world we wanted

Elizabeth. 20. ENTP. Slytherin. Interests: Fairy-tales, folktales, mythology, poetry, television, amateurish creative writing, even more amateurish drawing, doctor who, space travel, time travel, regular old travel, good omens (the book), community (the show), classic literature, modern literature, game of thrones, the meaning of life, terrible biology jokes, bbc sherlock, elementary, detective stories, crime shows, documentaries, kings, the borgias, politics, history, and rambling list structures. Also tattoos. And stand-up comedy.
Time for some thrilling heroics.

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Do you remember when we met
in Gomorrah? When you were still beardless,
and I would oil my hair in the lamp light before seeing
you, when we were young, and blushed with youth
like bruised fruit. Did we care then
what our neighbors did
in the dark?

When our first daughter was born
on the River Jordan, when our second
cracked her pink head from my body
like a promise, did we worry
what our friends might be
doing with their tongues?

What new crevices they found
to lick love into or strange flesh
to push pleasure from, when we
called them Sodomites then,
all we meant by it
was neighbor.

When the angels told us to run
from the city, I went with you,
but even the angels knew
that women always look back.
Let me describe for you, Lot,
what your city looked like burning
since you never turned around to see it.

Sulfur ran its sticky fingers over the skin
of our countrymen. It smelled like burning hair
and rancid eggs. I watched as our friends pulled
chunks of brimstone from their faces. Is any form
of loving this indecent?

Cover your eyes tight,
husband, until you see stars, convince
yourself you are looking at Heaven.

Because any man weak enough to hide his eyes while his neighbors
are punished for the way they love deserves a vengeful god.

I would say these things to you now, Lot,
but an ocean has dried itself on my tongue.
So instead I will stand here, while my body blows itself
grain by grain back over the Land of Canaan.
I will stand here
and I will watch you

By Karen Finneyfrock

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The Eerie Beauty Of Crimea’s Abandoned Soviet-Era Salt Mine Might

Crimeans call it Sivash, or the “Rotten Sea,” in reference to the unpleasant smell that wafts from the network of shallow, salty lagoons. But for those willing to look past the stench, an otherworldly vista awaits.

Sergey Anashkevych, a photographer in the region, has captured jaw-dropping photos of the marshy area, which includes an abandoned Soviet-era salt mine. According to Caters News Agency, in some spots, the water takes on a deep crimson hue as a result of halobacteria, single-celled microorganisms that are purple in color and found in highly salty

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I look at you every single day and I don’t understand a thing about you.

I look at you every single day and I don’t understand a thing about you.

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The Blue Arch of a Mosque in Esfahan
Photo and caption by Tandis Khodadadian
Photographed April 2013, Esfahan, Iran

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Closing your eyes isn’t going to change anything. Nothing’s going to disappear just because you can’t see what’s going on. In fact, things will even be worse the next time you open your eyes. That’s the kind of world we live in. Keep your eyes wide open. Only a coward closes his eyes. Closing your eyes and plugging up your ears won’t make time stand still.
Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via supermodelgif)

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We blindfolded 15 homophobes and asked them to hit piñatas with a stick. The piñatas were actually deadly Asian giant hornet nests. What happens next will warm your heart.

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John Luther + season one, colours abound

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All sins are attempts to fill voids.
Simone Weil  (via sadifier)

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tv challenge: [5/5] airing tv shows  house of cards

"democracy is so overrated."
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An Awesome Wave

Please don’t go, I’ll eat you whole.

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collections that are raw as fuck saiid kobeisy s/s 2014

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I had a dream about you. We were in the gold room
where everyone finally gets what they want.
You said Tell me about your books, your visions made
of flesh and light
and I said This is the Moon. This is
the Sun. Let me name the stars for you. Let me take you
there. The splash of my tongue melting you like a sugar
We were in the gold room where everyone
finally gets what they want, so I said What do you
want, sweetheart?
and you said Kiss me. Here I am
leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome
burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack,
my silent night, just mash your lips against me.
We are all going forward. None of us are going back.
Richard Siken, Snow and Dirty Rain (via lipfused)

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