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- Feb 16, 1993
- Sweden
- Deviant for 17 years
- accidentoftime.wordpress.com/
- She / Her
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"You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?"
- E. A. Poe
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?"
- E. A. Poe
Favourite TV Shows
Star Trek Voyager, Doctor Who, Firefly, Life on Mars, Sherlock
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
David Gray
Favourite Writers
Gregory Maguire, Scarlett Thomas, Poe, Tamora Pierce, Rowling
Favourite Games
Dragon Age, Oblivion, Skyrim, Assassins Creed
Swamped!
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Swamped in work at the moment. But I'll be turning 21 this Sunday! Which means another year has gone by, inevitably.
It's strange to think that so many things are drawing to a close in spring. That's not what we are taught, is it? Spring is rebirth and re-awakenings, not a time for looking back or saying goodbye. But perhaps life is less organised than we think, and maybe it's more chaos than sense. Does time and reality need us to be structured? I think it's too simplistic to think that the sense we make in our minds of all the things that happen to us are illusions of control, but how much can we affect events, those that are coming and th
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Of paintings and frames
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Sometimes I discover that I've, so to speak, gotten up from my place in the painting of Everyday and left the picture. It happens when I, for a long, long time, have thought that I've known exactly where I was going, without a doubt. University. Gotland. Away from home, towards him, towards a lifestyle and a spectra of opinions that would follow.
And then suddenly, an epiphany, a realization, and the world is turned on its axis. Without a reasonable, or at least visible, reason, but for some reason all the same, I'm no longer sure of what I want, and I come to discover that I don't fully trust myself anymore. Am I this...inconstant? This fic
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The Shore of the Unconscious
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Sometimes, it's as if some memories float ashore like driftwood in your heart. You remember feelings you've felt, or variations of them, and when they reach you, they're polished by the constant undercurrents of your subconscious.
One time you might realize that the worry you've felt is actually an old sense of being disapproved of at a specific moment by a specific person. Another time, it might be the cherished memory of feeling adequate for the first time - a feeling that takes the form of grey roots or branches on a sandy shore. On the border of what you are aware of and what you're not - the edge of a great sea of repressed, suppressed
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Thank you so much for the fav! 
Thank you so much for the fave!:icontearyguylz:
Thank you for the favorite!
Thank you a lot for your visit and favourite!
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To you as well!
Thank you for the watch Miss!
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Dito, mister!