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if i look back, i am lost
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@biblekill
tis the season.
I have heard my praises sung in screams.
Valkyrie.
Nobody can betray your trust if you never trusted them in the first place
Overemphasize the darkness in me.
Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. by Paul Weinfield, from “The Lute,”
TRICK OR TREAT ! @timelesscreature .
how old are you today a million and four.
‘ one hundred & twenty-two , actually. ’
ONLY PERFECTION IS APPROVED THIS NIGHT ! from what meal they shall eat to what conversation shall be discussed - he has meticulously gone over it all. . . then once more just to be certain there is not a single fault. he feels the tendrils of excitement bleed into his very essence. it is a proper chance to socialize with pleasant company. a reprieve from the mundane existence of confined infinity.
‘ a toast to you , my friend. ’ her raises his glass at the first of many to arrive , smile affable & eyes alight. tonight shall truly be one to remember. ‘ i do hope you found your present. . . agreeable. ’
@moriohkills !
RESPECT PEOPLE WHO ARE SINGLE SHIP
RESPECT PEOPLE WHO ARE SINGLE SHIP
Ricky! Found your presents.
like this post for a devils night starter when i get home!
“We are the Mt. Rushmore of Murder.” | American Horror Story, Devil’s Night
GUESS WHO’S BIRTHDAY IT IS?? GUESS WHAT TODAY IS??? DEVIL’S NIGHT IS UPON US!!!!!
The shadows stir. Like dancing nymphs, one might say.
Yves Bonnefoy, tr. by Paul Weinfield, from “The Shadows Stir,”
I carved an angel, darker, I painted it’s wings, I fed him blood, I made him cold, I burnished his cloak with numbness, his black ring glazed the sight of apathy, marred with melancholy, I took away his heart and replaced it with a stone, and then… I set him free.
Channing M.