Song Lyrics #3
At last, when all of the world is asleep
You take in the blackness of air
The likes of a darkness so deep
That God at the start couldn't bear
And sit unseen, with only the inner upheld
Your reflection can't offer a word
To the bliss of not knowin' yourself
With all mirrorin' gone from the world
Still the mind, rejectin' this new empty space
Fills it with somethin' or someone
No closer could I be to God
Or why he would do what he's done
De Selby (Part 1) by Hozier
he's so good with words
love how she doesn't even bother to ask if crowley has a wife or girlfriend. one look at him and it's clear there is no heterosexual explanation for anything about crowley
Creatives đź’«
Bilbo says 'my poetry is pretty mediocre' and 'I think elves are just entertaining me for the fun of it' and then drops the most heartwrenching wonderful beautiful epic hopeful dramatic soulful poem you've ever heard and excuse me while I stand in the corner and contemplate the meaning of life.
Yes
Every 21st century piece of writing advice: Make us CARE about the character from page 1! Make us empathize with them! Make them interesting and different but still relatable and likable!
Every piece of classic literature: Hi. It's me. The bland everyman whose only purpose is to tell you this story. I have no actual personality. Here's the story of the time I encountered the worst people I ever met in my life. But first, ten pages of description about the place in which I met them.
Andrew Wyeth (American, 1917–2009) - The attic
I feel like as a collective we don't talk enough about Aziraphale's and Crowley's periodic "Ah, no Paperwork !!" whenever they successfully avoid discorporation [or should I say, when they avoid the bullet]
It’s obviously not paperwork they care about; I swear every single time one of them says this, it practically means "I am so glad you are not dead, because I love living here [on Earth] with you, it would never ever be the same without you"
The plants thirst!! It’s raining, so I stuck them outside!
-Greg
Sums up good omens perfectly
Except for the heartbreak
But I choose to ignore it for the sake of whatever sanity is insanity
Celestial disasters
— Trista Mateer ,“I Still Forget We’re Not Even Friends”
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