LANDOFW0NDER
@landofw0nder.bsky.social
"Let's all be unique together until we realize we are all the same."
Born an immortal being, created from the minds of those forever seeking knowledge and spirituality. Forced into the body of a mortal child with issues.
Born an immortal being, created from the minds of those forever seeking knowledge and spirituality. Forced into the body of a mortal child with issues.
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ohh i love you life series and hermitcraft+
can't imagine my life without it all
can't imagine my life without it all
October 20, 2024 at 8:47 PM
ohh i love you life series and hermitcraft+
can't imagine my life without it all
can't imagine my life without it all
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America is so funny because our government is constantly droning on about liberty and freedom and fairness but also the justice system is controlled by robed individuals who hold their power for life and can more or less do whatever they want for whatever reason. Also you can bribe these people.
PHILADELPHIA (AP) — Elon Musk’s $1 million-a-day voter sweepstakes can proceed, a Pennsylvania judge says.
November 5, 2024 at 3:03 PM
America is so funny because our government is constantly droning on about liberty and freedom and fairness but also the justice system is controlled by robed individuals who hold their power for life and can more or less do whatever they want for whatever reason. Also you can bribe these people.
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You. Yes you. Stop scrolling. Listen to me for a second.
You're going to be okay. Tomorrow's another day and no matter what happens, the best thing you can do is keep on going.
The world is better because you're in it and don't let ANYONE tell you otherwise.
You're going to be okay. Tomorrow's another day and no matter what happens, the best thing you can do is keep on going.
The world is better because you're in it and don't let ANYONE tell you otherwise.
November 6, 2024 at 6:31 AM
You. Yes you. Stop scrolling. Listen to me for a second.
You're going to be okay. Tomorrow's another day and no matter what happens, the best thing you can do is keep on going.
The world is better because you're in it and don't let ANYONE tell you otherwise.
You're going to be okay. Tomorrow's another day and no matter what happens, the best thing you can do is keep on going.
The world is better because you're in it and don't let ANYONE tell you otherwise.
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Hey
during the Bush years, when empathy was at an all time low and I had no hope. Hate was so normalized
What kept me going were the people I met online.
They taught me love, community, and acceptance. They taught me I wasnt alone.
Be there for those in need, okay? Help them thru the dark place.
during the Bush years, when empathy was at an all time low and I had no hope. Hate was so normalized
What kept me going were the people I met online.
They taught me love, community, and acceptance. They taught me I wasnt alone.
Be there for those in need, okay? Help them thru the dark place.
November 6, 2024 at 1:32 PM
Hey
during the Bush years, when empathy was at an all time low and I had no hope. Hate was so normalized
What kept me going were the people I met online.
They taught me love, community, and acceptance. They taught me I wasnt alone.
Be there for those in need, okay? Help them thru the dark place.
during the Bush years, when empathy was at an all time low and I had no hope. Hate was so normalized
What kept me going were the people I met online.
They taught me love, community, and acceptance. They taught me I wasnt alone.
Be there for those in need, okay? Help them thru the dark place.
Purified
Our hands are messy with the blood of those opposed to us, the ones who called us names.
Let us join hands and run out into the ruthless world where the cold rain awaits
Let it wash away our sins, my dear
Let it wash away who we are and let us become new people.
- Written by me
Our hands are messy with the blood of those opposed to us, the ones who called us names.
Let us join hands and run out into the ruthless world where the cold rain awaits
Let it wash away our sins, my dear
Let it wash away who we are and let us become new people.
- Written by me
November 5, 2024 at 10:38 PM
Purified
Our hands are messy with the blood of those opposed to us, the ones who called us names.
Let us join hands and run out into the ruthless world where the cold rain awaits
Let it wash away our sins, my dear
Let it wash away who we are and let us become new people.
- Written by me
Our hands are messy with the blood of those opposed to us, the ones who called us names.
Let us join hands and run out into the ruthless world where the cold rain awaits
Let it wash away our sins, my dear
Let it wash away who we are and let us become new people.
- Written by me
I would like to add that this is not the complete poem, but I had to shorten it due to the word limit. The actual line is
"It watches our sleeping world with its bright, starry companions."
The poem is called Noche, as in Night in Spanish. ^^
"It watches our sleeping world with its bright, starry companions."
The poem is called Noche, as in Night in Spanish. ^^
As the sun hides beneath the horizon to rest
The moon will come out to watch over us as night's lucent eye
It watches with its starry companions
Tell me, moon child, do you ever tire of gazing upon our resting world
Or do you do your duty without complaints because that is what you were told to do?
The moon will come out to watch over us as night's lucent eye
It watches with its starry companions
Tell me, moon child, do you ever tire of gazing upon our resting world
Or do you do your duty without complaints because that is what you were told to do?
October 24, 2024 at 9:32 PM
I would like to add that this is not the complete poem, but I had to shorten it due to the word limit. The actual line is
"It watches our sleeping world with its bright, starry companions."
The poem is called Noche, as in Night in Spanish. ^^
"It watches our sleeping world with its bright, starry companions."
The poem is called Noche, as in Night in Spanish. ^^
As the sun hides beneath the horizon to rest
The moon will come out to watch over us as night's lucent eye
It watches with its starry companions
Tell me, moon child, do you ever tire of gazing upon our resting world
Or do you do your duty without complaints because that is what you were told to do?
The moon will come out to watch over us as night's lucent eye
It watches with its starry companions
Tell me, moon child, do you ever tire of gazing upon our resting world
Or do you do your duty without complaints because that is what you were told to do?
October 24, 2024 at 9:30 PM
As the sun hides beneath the horizon to rest
The moon will come out to watch over us as night's lucent eye
It watches with its starry companions
Tell me, moon child, do you ever tire of gazing upon our resting world
Or do you do your duty without complaints because that is what you were told to do?
The moon will come out to watch over us as night's lucent eye
It watches with its starry companions
Tell me, moon child, do you ever tire of gazing upon our resting world
Or do you do your duty without complaints because that is what you were told to do?
Down Goes the Sun
As the hour of gold fades and the sky is painted with softer hues
The sun will whisper its farewell as it hides behind a land untold to us
A place hidden where maybe it won't have to shine as bright
Do not worry, golden child; the moon will watch over us now
- Written by me
As the hour of gold fades and the sky is painted with softer hues
The sun will whisper its farewell as it hides behind a land untold to us
A place hidden where maybe it won't have to shine as bright
Do not worry, golden child; the moon will watch over us now
- Written by me
October 22, 2024 at 12:59 AM
Down Goes the Sun
As the hour of gold fades and the sky is painted with softer hues
The sun will whisper its farewell as it hides behind a land untold to us
A place hidden where maybe it won't have to shine as bright
Do not worry, golden child; the moon will watch over us now
- Written by me
As the hour of gold fades and the sky is painted with softer hues
The sun will whisper its farewell as it hides behind a land untold to us
A place hidden where maybe it won't have to shine as bright
Do not worry, golden child; the moon will watch over us now
- Written by me
The Weight of Stars
No one knows the weight we carry; the stars and me
Until one “last hurrah,” the last performance of a dying star
We will go out with a fantastic bang, leaving behind a bright light
After all, the dying days of a star can be explosively spectacular
- Written by me ^^
No one knows the weight we carry; the stars and me
Until one “last hurrah,” the last performance of a dying star
We will go out with a fantastic bang, leaving behind a bright light
After all, the dying days of a star can be explosively spectacular
- Written by me ^^
October 20, 2024 at 4:36 AM
The Weight of Stars
No one knows the weight we carry; the stars and me
Until one “last hurrah,” the last performance of a dying star
We will go out with a fantastic bang, leaving behind a bright light
After all, the dying days of a star can be explosively spectacular
- Written by me ^^
No one knows the weight we carry; the stars and me
Until one “last hurrah,” the last performance of a dying star
We will go out with a fantastic bang, leaving behind a bright light
After all, the dying days of a star can be explosively spectacular
- Written by me ^^