SENTENCE MEME ⟶ WILDERMYTH / the angels of the lord unlaughing
always feel free to tweak the sentence to fit your muse.
‘when i asked you to come with me on a little trip… i didn’t tell you how far we might be going.’
i worry that death waits for us there.’
‘following a dream is a kind of last resort. for those who can’t go back to sleep.’
‘hey, no need for the… i didn’t see you had weapons.’
‘i chose a lucky spot, but i had the advantage of dreaming it.’
‘dreams. no one understands your dreams but you.’
‘people are only well-shorn beasts.’
‘i’m creaking through my final years.’
‘i dreamed this place would be devoured by flames.’
‘i could live that way. but i’ve already got you to fill my heart with.’
‘seems like a real banquet of horrors here, huh?’
‘he perfected the time-honoured art of not doing a damn thing.’
‘i guess you had no choice, huh?’
‘we’ll save who’s saveable.’
‘i’m just saying, when the job needs doing, and needs doing quickly.. some of us bash the skulls. and others stand in the corner and commune with the furniture.’
‘whatever you do, do it quic—MMPH!’
‘that was spectacular, i must admit.’
‘jewel of the wilds, we should call you.’
‘we’re here for the ugly work.’
‘they’re willing to do what’s needed. no matter what it might cost them.’
‘you think i’m a reckless fool, then?’
‘sometimes the hardest thing is to listen to sense when it sounds like cowardice.’
‘the best we can do is keep moving and hope to leave peace in our wake.’
‘got the blood we share on it. whatever happens, it’s a memory.’
‘have you ever met a person who has a second soul?’
‘there’s something i’ve been meaning to say.’
‘for all her faults, taking that woman’s life… will weigh on me.’
‘the world offers us tools, if we’ll take them.’
‘explain what you were thinking.’
‘there’s probably a beautiful woman trapped in there. she’ll never forget the face of her saviour. want to borrow my mirror real quick?’
‘hitting them with pointy things seems to work fine, too.’
‘don’t overthink it. don’t be like me. come on.’
‘i bet you’ve got, like, clay-mud for a heart. bramble lungs.’
‘you look like you’re about to go belly-up in the whiskey-pond.’
‘is that really what you’re planning on wearing, though?’
‘bringing the thought-self and the meat-self together begins with your name. but it’s only the beginning!’
‘but what about biceps? they’re meaningless now?’
‘all i’m saying is, maybe it’s not right of us to go stealing from the dead.’
‘she never did like to take a life, and i never did like to make her.’
‘this is maybe the twelfth magic ring i’ve found in one of these things. i have no idea why they do it.’
‘the end wasn’t… i wish it hadn’t ended the way it did.’
‘i figured we’d patch things up when she came back. and then she didn’t.’
‘something weird is going on. everyone is just so… happy.’
‘ah, anger. i’d almost forgotten this feeling.’
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