— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
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— Haruki Murakami, South of the Border, West of the Sun
The little saint and the dead prince
Something possesed me and this came out, I don't have much explanation for this one, just yearning griddlehark. There is some symbolism going on but it's up to interpretation!
harrowhark nonagesimus ⚔️
harrow n a rosary knife
Excerpt from “Exaptation” by Lauren Hilger / Nona the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir (p. 408) / Barbie (2023) dir. Greta Gerwig / Nona the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir (p. 409) / A Doll’s House by Henrik Ibsen / Nona the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir (p. 410)
come on barbie let's go party
Evil creature Ianthe Tridentarius 🤲
sodaa
Country Kitchens, 1991
"im tired of living through major historical events" is now "dear lord please let me witness a high profile political assassination in the next 1-2 years. amen"
what are you waiting for? someone to grant you permission? the perfect and permanent emotion? a shooting star to magic away every problem you have or ever have had? alright, wait away then. but no one is going to live your life for you while you wait to become someone else
'do you think you're superior for not using AI in your work' thank you for asking! yes i do
Hey, no homo, but I am sitting on the broken swing set out back in the perfect, quiet, 2:00am blackness and picturing the softness of your voice and the darkness of your eyes with such perfect and terrible clarity that it feels like I'm choking on my own heartbeat.
Now I'm eating croutons straight out of the bag.
Still no homo ?
I'm gonna level with you, friend: I am eating these croutons gay style.
Camaraderie
oh no the horrors-
wait hang on. it’s past 9 pm. false alarm, i cannot trust the horrors