Once more, for clarity

Say it all again

[blurred-9l]

I can keep it within a slide.

Within the margins of goodbye.

Asleep on my chest, misery soft.

Diluted spirits flow through my blood.

Diluted spirits flow through my blood.

Cackle, as the magic brews beneath.

Ancestor, shall we honor thee,

or just celebrate past sins?

All the more reason to stop,

dress the wound, drain away the blood.

Some lines shall not be crossed.

Some lines shall not be crossed.

Adrenaline, through veins shot.

Wilted flowers in vases grown

Inhale the smoke of lover's breath,

a blur, or murmur, litmus submerged

gasp at its colors underneath.

Gasp at its colors underneath.

[blurred-9l]

Silksong spoilers:

When I looked up, heaven was a flytrap, voraciously waiting to swallow its prey.

And when I raged against it, dark pandemonium swallowed it.

"Was there ever much of a difference?" I mutter to myself.

But the child.

Sitting on the verge, she giggles. Her white dress now tar covered. Innocence that was never gifted. Childishness that had never arrived.

I can leave anytime. But the child...?

The child, the child, the child.

Was there guilt, from having stormed off into paradise, its disguises ravaged by savage nails?

Foreign to land forgotten, what am I, but hope's thief? A flame that burns up the masks hanging from threads, rotten flesh laying underneath.

When I dive into the darkness, will the child be there to greet me? When I rise up from fiery end, will I have saved all of them? Or in my failure, will I realize I have only myself and the child to save?

[blurred-9l]

is it weird

i had to be

taught that it's okay

to try new things

is it weird

i didn't drink

coffee until

It was offered

a selfless gift

of high noon bliss

and nothing more

is it weird

i had to learn

to steer a wheel

sans parently help

is it weird

i'm still scared

going into the road

damn it all

am i not

old enough

is it weird

i see a stage

and all the stars

up there

and wonder when

i'll see you there

shining up a storm

is it weird

this ghostly shape

is wrapped around

a wall of text

is it weird

that I've become

a monthly text

promise unkept

and static frames

is it weird

i call you darling

in my dreams

is it real

this dread i feel

living a future

i'm madly in love

with

is it weird

i want to tell

all of them things

and i just can't

it's been forbidden

by social etiquette

is it weird

and this is it

and of all life

and normalcy

a kiss goodnight

to impossible things

lips locked

only in memories

but he'a alive

and joyously

so i'll just write

my hopes and dreams

and let them out

into the streets

to travel light

i set them free

i miss you now

and certainly

when the sun shines

in brand new fields

i'll look behind

to see you there

my brave sweet smile

my lost mirage

it'll be alright

i promise thee

so pack your bags

and fly away

tomorrow comes

and no one waits

i'll hold you close

within my chest

goodbye for now

my lovely none

is it weird

i wake up next

a day begins

and all the rest

[papayajuan2019]

cruelty is so easy. youre not special for choosing it

[derelicthousefootage]

[chilewithcarnage]

"The trouble is that we have a bad habit, encouraged by pedants and sophisticates, of considering happiness as something rather stupid. Only pain is intellectual, only evil interesting. This is the treason of the artist; a refusal to admit the banality of evil and the terrible boredom of pain."

-Ursula K. LeGuin, The Ones Who Walk Away from Omelas

[wizardnuke]

"Evil is boring. Right? I kinda believe in the banality and mundaneness of evil. Evil is just selfish impulses, which at the end of the day are really easy to understand. It’s easy to understand why people do bad things. It’s like “yeah, ok, you’re selfish and scared and cruel, I get it”. Being good is complex and beautiful and hard." - Brennan Lee Mulligan

[transchakotay]

“Imaginary evil is romantic and varied; real evil is gloomy, monotonous, barren, boring. Imaginary good is boring; real good is always new, marvelous, intoxicating.”

- Simone Weil

[xic4-4]

"Many people seem to think it foolish, even superstitious, to believe that the world could still change for the better. And it is true that in winter it is sometimes so bitingly cold that one is tempted to say, ‘What do I care if there is a summer; its warmth is no help to me now.’ Yes, evil often seems to surpass good. But then, in spite of us, and without our permission, there comes at last an end to the bitter frosts. One morning the wind turns, and there is a thaw. And so I must still have hope."

- Vincent van Gogh

[elfwreck]

"Each of us from the moment of his or her birth exists in an environment in which it is easy to do evil and hard to do good.... If I know somebody very well, in ten minutes, if I set my mind to it, I could perhaps say to them things so cruel, so destructive, that they would never forget them for the rest of their life. But could I in ten minutes say things so beautiful, so creative, that they would never forget them?"

- Bishop Kallistos Ware

[blurred-9l]

If beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Then, meaning is in the heart of the reader.

[homunculus-argument]

This counts as vent art.

[the2headedcalf-movedagain]

reblog or reply with your love song. you know, the one that you think is what love sounds like

[honey002]

In regards of the Trump government scraping all trans inclusion in its queer information portion of its websites I have made this thing. Spread the word. Don't let them pretend we never existed.

P.S: Don't like! Reblog! <3

[hisui555]

How about a like and a reblog

[thegaymertrainer]

I FINALLY FOUND IT AGAIN

[cthulhu-with-a-fez]

via @mylordshesacactus

[blvkvholic]

[jenjenthevirgo]

HAPPY BLACK HISTORY MONTH!!! 🎉🎉🎉🎉

[dinoswordsb]

This is in no way the best way to post it but it is the only way I could get the format to stay

[brotherslug-deactivated20190730]

[bigandlong]

If you see this on your dashboard, reblog this, NO MATTER WHAT and all your dreams and wishes will come true.

[jae-felidae]

Oh hey! Haven’t seen this in forever! Didn’t reblog it when it came across me before, not gonna skip it this time, I need some good vibes.

[leodette]

i mean, 2025 is just two days away, so why not

[blurred-9l]

Trying to recover from the emotional high of hearing that a leather jacket makes me look like a Final Fantasy character.

[blurred-9l]

A map. "You are here".

Spoken aloud, fears echo.

Yet, who is watching?

[blurred-9l]

I wrote a bunch of haiku that may not see the light of day. Isn't it weird? Posting something on the internet and then it's just there and not there, a subtle limbo brought about by cyberspace a.k.a the confusing physicality of data and servers and other tech mumbo jumbo?

A gamble, every single one. A risk. A challenge. A mockery of feelings. Calling out to him. Wishing for a secret to be told whilst dreading the consequences.

[blurred-9l]

"Keep it a secret".

Lines are ending tomorrow.

Railways split lovers.