Doom (especially Funeral)/Death/Depressive Black/Christian/Pagan/Viking/Folk/Atmospheric/Symphonic/Industrial/Avantgarde Metal, Gothic, Darkwave, Dark Ambient, Post Rock, Acoustic, Classical, Sacred, Requiems
My name is Maya. I'm living and dying every day. I love, i cry, i smile. I see life as a constant learning experience, so i don't claim myself to any religious organization or stereotyped social group in my beliefs. My interests include philosophy, theology, yoga, veganism, animal rights, environmentalism, memorial photography, metaphysical poetry, doom metal and art of all kinds. My favorite reaserch area is spiritual pain: death, mourning, solitude, despair, nothingness... and the truth behind phenomenon - eternity.
People who have similar interests as me: in music (funeral doom), philosophy, theology, yoga, veganism, animal rights, environmentalism, journalism, memorial photography, metaphysical poetry, art... I will be glad to meet interesting people. But if you do not write any messages or comments - you will be deleted from my friends list!
I can only imagine what it was like, A Victorian Christmas, oh what a delight. The boys in knickers and knee high hose, The girls dressed in lace and ribbons and bows. Children dancing around the tree, Singing carols with jubilee. Popcorn strung and hung on boughs, Oh what merriment it did arouse.
The clip-clop of horse shoes in the street, Wishing Merry Christmas to all those you meet. Church bells ringing out its joys, Saint Nick bringing children toys. I can only imagine what it was like, A Victorian Christmas, oh what a delight.
Marlene Calder
Greetings of the season Lost Lady of the Windswept Moor xx
There must be something ghostly in the air of Christmas, something
about the close, muggy atmosphere that draws up the ghosts, like the
dampness of the summer rains brings out the frogs and snails. Jerome K. Jerome
You swallowed everything, like distance. Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank! It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss. The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse. Pilot's dread, fury of a blind diver, turbulent drunkenness of love, in you everything sank!
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