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fuckyeahannecarson:

Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

mortiuum:

fuckyeahannecarson:

Anne Carson, Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides

blue-author:

thegreenwolf:

People often think of fire as a destructive force, and it can be. But fire also rejuvenates the land. Many grasses have evolved root systems that survive fires so they can be renewed, and some trees and other plants have seeds that only germinate after a fire has come through. Plus fires clean out old dead wood and other debris, making it easier for fresh plant life to grow. 

It’s like a picture of the tide coming in, somewhere in the Elemental Chaos.

blue-author:

thegreenwolf:

People often think of fire as a destructive force, and it can be. But fire also rejuvenates the land. Many grasses have evolved root systems that survive fires so they can be renewed, and some trees and other plants have seeds that only germinate after a fire has come through. Plus fires clean out old dead wood and other debris, making it easier for fresh plant life to grow. 

It’s like a picture of the tide coming in, somewhere in the Elemental Chaos.

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# Vritra 

snowy071:

“I see … that it is in my hands … Is a heart?”

–Ulquiorra

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# ;x 

The Call 

thedeathgeneraltagiru:

corrupteddarkness:

Duskmon closed his eyes. If darkness was not the thing that Taigiru seeks, then he could do nothing to help them. And in this place, anyone who dwelt in light would drown, so he felt no need to exert his energy, surrounded so by the soothing Dark Ocean. But as to the other’s question -

He opened his gaze to the water again, staring in a way that was almost lovingly had Duskmon the capacity for it. maybe.

sometimes I come here just to forget everything. revenge, power, absolution—the ocean takes it away so I don’t have to think.

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or I just sleep. strange for a dead spirit to do such a thing.

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          Yeah…that makes sense. He wasn’t going to deny that there was more than one time he’d thought that eternal sleep, or at least a really long sleep, would help destroy the constant thoughts that went around in his head. It was tough sometimes, not to hate yourself when you did this sort of thing——enslaved Digimon like your own personal pets. He remembered when they had used to be friends. Gumdramon still was, but the others were just tools, and he could see the way they looked at him, the way they knew he was nothing but filled with heaviness and shadows inside.

          I don’t think it’s so strange. Even dead spirits need their relief.

Their darkness was as palpable to Duskmon as any of Tagiru’s ‘pets.’ But though he saw their heart, he was too lethargic to do anything about it. In this world that was the Dark Ocean’s realm, everything was darkness. So though they might have at one point sought the light, there was nothing else here but shadows to be found.

searching for reprieve, he recited.

not me, the demon looked lethargically at Tagiru, stance sluggish and movements like lead. there is no reprieve

Who was its warrior to tell what was true and what was not? His head was all but empty at this point.

spiritxm:

☾☼☽}—At that comment eyes shot open and the Hybrid let a small growl escape his throat.

image"Why should I be scared of the dark?"

He’s clearly slightly frightened, that or it’s the shock, but hell.

This guy was gone to him. This version was nothing, but another illusion.—{☾☼☽

"Because creatures lurk there," the demon answered with a smirk, before fading into the shadows around them.