Sleeping Rose

*flips a coin* ok, so, a boy, who is in love with a girl who *spins a wheel* collects secondhand journals, meet and *rolls dice* go on a cruise with the main character’s *throws dart* albino friend who likes *picks a card out of a hat* 11th century Norwegian poetry.

“A comprehensive botanical A-Z of magical herbs and fungi for easy plant identification and application”

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#HE LIKES PIES #I LIKE PIES #BEST

and wiggled around on the table like a gleeful slug

It’s a very Greek idea, and a very profound one. Beauty is terror. Whatever we call beautiful, we quiver before it. And what could be more terrifying and beautiful, to souls like the Greeks or our own, than to lose control completely? To throw off the chains of being for an instant, to shatter the accident of our mortal selves? Euripides speaks of the Maenads: head thrown I back, throat to the stars, “more like deer than human being.” To be absolutely free! One is quite capable, of course, of working out these destructive passions in more vulgar and less efficient ways. But how glorious to release them in a single burst! To sing, to scream, to dance barefoot in the woods in the dead of night, with no more awareness of mortality than an animal! These are powerful mysteries. The bellowing of bulls. Springs of honey bubbling from the ground. If we are strong enough in our souls we can rip away the veil and look that naked, terrible beauty right in the face; let God consume us, devour us, unstring our bones. Then spit us out reborn.

derek hale + trick or treaters on halloween (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧