What a wee little part of a person's life are his acts and his words! His real life is led in his head, and is known to none but himself. All day long, the mill of his brain is grinding, and his thoughts, not those of other things, are his history. These are his life, and they are not written.

-- Mark Twain

(Feldkirch, Austria)

Dear Hawk,

It would have been so easy to stay. To let you take charge, take care, like you were always so good at. I wanted to. You don't know how I wanted to. A bus ticket after fourteen years and I was right back there. We were right back there. Except of course how we weren't.

I wanted a taste of who you are now— a father, husband. I wanted to know the twelve-year-old version of you that lived on in your son. I watched through the window as you danced in golden light, and in that moment felt such a vicious stab of jealousy I thought I deserved nothing good to ever happen to me again. How was that love, to deny you an obvious source of joy and comfort, just because the source was not me nor mine? When I realized that they, too, were only allowed slivers of you, I didn't know who I felt sorry for more—them or you or me or the whole sorry lot of us together. It put things in perspective. How embarrassing, to be competing with a twelve-year-old for your affection. No matter how much we wanted to pretend that you had room enough for both.

You probably think this was a drastic measure to take, even for me. Lock myself up for the next decade, just to keep myself away from you. Let me assuage your guilt and ego both: yes, but only in part. You don't want me to martyr myself to a cause? This is the greatest cause I can think of. I can't be around you without losing myself. I won't be responsible for causing that kind of pain in someone else.

I'm sorry for not saying goodbye in person.

I'm sorry for saying it wasn't real.

Yours,

autumn in ulan butong grassland乌兰布统 by 影像视觉杨

@trumanblackblog for the Valentine’s Day show, just hear me out okay? Consider:

Loving Someone

Tonight (I Wish I Was Your Boy)

Love Me

Guys

Then Because She Goes

Mine

Me & You Together Song

I Couldn’t Be More In Love

Hi! In Anyone, I'm curious about this: how would it be if AFO and AM never had their final battle? Because I refuse to believe Izuku wouldn't get into a bigger mess now that he has money. Money can solve any problem; if it doesn't it only means you probably don't have enough money. AFO is probably richer than God. Which means Izuku much be unstoppable.

That and I think it would be Funny to see a Stephanie Brown&Clue Master dynamic

You will be disappointed but honestly, you would have the BNHA canon.

Anyone was first defined as a story showing what would happen if Izuku was never chosen by All Might. That's the base on which the story stands.

But the truth is that under this base stands four wooden legs, three of which are broken, which are AFO being sent sooner to Tartarus. Izuku couldn't become Anyone if he didn't have the time and the freedom to invest a fuck ton of time and energy into Anyone. For that to happen, you need Inko to be gone. And AFO's leaving and the money problems it created is the reason why Inko is abroad.

On the web you'll find a lot of talk about spirituality, yet so few rise above body-consciousness and get to experience that Sacred Inner Space for themselves. Reliable information is quite rare. There's so much discussion about "gnostics", "mystics", "sages of philosophy", "masters of the east", or "ancient scriptures" but almost nothing is ever said about the spiritual practices of these gnostics and mystics of the ages. Only with a Living Mystic Path, a Living School of Spirituality is one close to the Inner Circle of Masters and Students where this sort of Divine Path can be made knowable to the genuine spiritual seeker by way of Initiation into the Mysteries.

Today, an introduction to meditation for beginners that also provides a glimpse into the world of advanced practice, inner Light and Sound, the path of the masters, East and West, in the various schools of spirituality. "Darkness is no longer dark to me." "There is a Sound emanating from beyond the silence." (Spiritual masters allude to transcendental heavenly senses, eyes and ears of the soul able to see and hear spiritually.)

expanding their universe

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The desert is a natural extension of the inner silence of the body.

-- Jean Baudrillard

(Egypt)

Dear Hawk, (chapter 1, on ao3)

Dear Hawk,

             It would have been so easy to stay. To let you take charge, take care, like you were always so good at. I wanted to. You don't know how I wanted to. A bus ticket after eleven years and I was right back there. We were right back there. Except of course how we weren't.

             I wanted a taste of who you are now — a father, husband. I wanted to know the eleven-year-old version of you that lived on in your son. I watched through the window as you danced in golden light, and in that moment felt such a vicious stab of jealousy I thought I deserved nothing good to ever happen to me again. How was that love, to deny you an obvious source of joy and comfort, just because the source was not me nor mine? When I realized that they, too, were only allowed slivers of you, I didn't know who I felt sorry for more—them or you or me or the whole sorry lot of us together. It put things in perspective. How embarrassing, to be competing with your children for your affection. No matter how much we wanted to pretend that you had room enough for both.

             You think this was a drastic measure to take, even for me. Lock myself up for the next decade, just to keep myself away from you. Let me assuage your guilt and ego both: yes, but only in part. You don't want me to martyr myself to a cause? This is the greatest cause I can think of. I can't be around you without losing myself. I won't be responsible for causing that kind of pain in someone else.

I'm sorry for not saying goodbye.

I'm sorry for saying it wasn't real.

                          Yours,                           Tim

(1979)

Kerrera—Isle of Kerrera as seen from Oban, Scotland, UK 2023

Patio de las ranas

Chihuahua, Chih., Mexico, 1979. Rolleiflex SL35 E on Fuji film.

Me before Fontaine: I mean... yeah, they all are very pretty, but no one is really sticking out to me

Me after seeing everyone's personality: Hey what if I exploded?