A wee bit about me
calvinanddune:

Any road followed precisely to its end leads precisely nowhere.

calvinanddune:

Any road followed precisely to its end leads precisely nowhere.

calvinanddune:

Religion must remain an outlet for people who say to themselves, “I am not the kind of person I want to be.” It must never sink into an assemblage of the self-satisfied.

calvinanddune:

Religion must remain an outlet for people who say to themselves, “I am not the kind of person I want to be.” It must never sink into an assemblage of the self-satisfied.

calvinanddune:

You must remember that I have at my internal demand every expertise known to our history. This is the fund of energy I draw upon when I address the mentality of war. If you have not heard the moaning cries of the wounded and the dying, you do not know about war. I have heard those cries in such numbers that they haunt me. I have cried out myself in the aftermath of battle. I have suffered wounds in every epoch-wounds from fist and club and rock, from shell-studded limb and bronze sword, from the mace and the cannon, from arrows and lasguns and the silent smothering of atomic dust, from biological invasions which blacken the tongue and drown the lungs, from the swift gush of flame and the silent working of slow poisons… and more I will not recount! I have seen and felt them all. To those who dare ask why I behave as I do, I say: With my memories, I can do nothing else. I am not a coward. And once… I was human.

calvinanddune:


You must remember that I have at my internal demand every expertise known to our history. This is the fund of energy I draw upon when I address the mentality of war. If you have not heard the moaning cries of the wounded and the dying, you do not know about war. I have heard those cries in such numbers that they haunt me. I have cried out myself in the aftermath of battle. I have suffered wounds in every epoch-wounds from fist and club and rock, from shell-studded limb and bronze sword, from the mace and the cannon, from arrows and lasguns and the silent smothering of atomic dust, from biological invasions which blacken the tongue and drown the lungs, from the swift gush of flame and the silent working of slow poisons… and more I will not recount! I have seen and felt them all. To those who dare ask why I behave as I do, I say: With my memories, I can do nothing else. I am not a coward. And once… I was human.

I’m not afraid to admit I am emotional. It is not a weakness; it is a sign that I am not numb to the swords swung at me in this world. That some days, I am not immersed in positivity. Some days, I’ll cry, and feel defeated. Others I will feel God-like and believe I can reach the heavens themselves in one proverbial leap. There are hurricanes and wondrous islands that find placement in me. I am not afraid to express the drought or the tide.

"Emotionally Human" - Dae Lee (Daeizm)

Love.

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14 years old: I'm young but I know what I want. This isn't that hard, I'm all grown up already and have everything figured out.
17 years old: Well, this is a little harder than I thought. School is almost ending. What am I going to do with my life?
21 years old: What the fuck is going on? Where are my socks?

enemy0fthew0rld:

I am so glad someone finally made this

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atticuschapin:

When someone asks me to explain “God Emperor of Dune” to them

Dune saga 4 life. I love that this description doesnt make anything up at all 

sasstielwinchester:

boobsandbooks:

noonafeels:

OH MY I JUST SNORTED MY MILK.

GO TO A DOCTOR IMMEDIATELY 

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