My smithing is now 100 in Skyrim
it’s maxed out
which means theres no point in mining ore or collecting skins or making armor anymore
I feel so
lost
I see this in my future.
Via Waiting for God TierI'm a vegetarian who works in a steakhouse. In the words of Lt. Cmmr Tuvok: "Anticipate paradox."
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it’s maxed out
which means theres no point in mining ore or collecting skins or making armor anymore
I feel so
lost
I see this in my future.
Via Waiting for God Tier“People want you to be happy.
Don’t keep serving them your pain!
If you could untie your wings
and free your soul of jealousy,
you and everyone around you
would fly up like doves.”― Rumi
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the amount of truth I have found in his poems over the years and the weird times they appear if I had a nickel...
Genius. Nyan Cat vs. Rebecca Black’s “Friday” played on the piano. This is totally the next piece I want to learn…
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so this is a thing BEST THING EVER
There are all kinds of silences and each of them means a different thing. There is the silence that comes with morning in a forest, and this is different from the silence of a sleeping city. There is silence after a rainstorm, and before a rainstorm, and these are not the same. There is the silence of emptiness, the silence of fear, the silence of doubt. There is a certain silence that can emanate from a lifeless object as from a chair lately used, or from a piano with old dust upon its keys, or from anything that has answered to the need of a man, for pleasure or for work. This kind of silence can speak. Its voice may be melancholy, but it is not always so; for the chair may have been left by a laughing child or the last notes of the piano may have been raucous and gay. Whatever the mood or the circumstance, the essence of its quality may linger in the silence that follows. It is a soundless echo.
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In April 1977, as a joke, the British newspaper The Guardian published a seven-page supplement about a fictional island nation called San Serriffe. It fooled quite a few readers, which is surprising, since it’s essentially a series of bad puns about typography:
- There are two main islands,…
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