impostress.

no, i detest trickery. but if we as souls are to suffer deception, our hands are no longer tied !

[deteststrickery]

 i am more than memory. i am what might be. i am mystery.

            tonight   at   the   marrow's   theatre:   pathologic   classic.   this   evening,   the   leading   role   of   klara,   our   prophetess,   is   lovingly   portrayed   by   the   one   and   only   nathalie   !   our   show   tonight   includes   such   fascinating   concepts   as   innocent   sin,   holy   war,   plague,   the   terror   (   and   pleasure   )   of   knowledge,   and   most   importantly,   the   tragicomic   nature   of   DEATH   !!   

i’m your wish, your dream come true. i’m your darkest nightmare, too.

         indie,   medium   activity,   non   —   selective   roleplay   blog   for   Клара   of   ice   pick   lodge's   pathologic.   sideblog   to   nathaliesblogroll.   content   warning   for   death   in   both   adults   and   children,   terminal   illness,   and   bugs.

                                          i’ll hurt you. i’ll heal you.

[wordfather]

dude trust me *lying, manipulating*

[saturnvs]

tomorrow when the farm boys find this freak of nature, they will wrap his body in newspaper and carry him to the museum.

but tonight he is alive and in the north field with his mother. it is a perfect summer evening: the moon rising over the orchard, the wind in the grass. and as he stares into the sky, there are twice as many stars as usual.

— “two headed calf” by laura gilpin

[precious-silly-thing-deactivate]

me, when i can’t organize or plan for shit: nonlinear narrative sequence enhances the dreamlike atmosphere of this tragicomedy

[beedallo]

[chips1977]

Vicariouslyyy i love while the whole world die s

[sweatermuppet]

from why poetry can be hard for most people by dorothea lasky, published in rome

[Text ID: why poetry can be hard for most people. because speaking to the dead is not something you want to do. /End ID]

[toriel-2]

mmm this rotisserie chicken is so good (cursed eye glows red) (i don't notice because im in first person)

[angelicguy]

at my fathers funeral hitting the bong of grief

[drizzlingtears]

i live in two worlds, one is the world of delusion and the other is the world of denial.

[thelovelygods]

me @ my female ancestors: girl help 

[girlballs-archive]

btw i snuck into the hospital and put dr pepper into the IV bag of a sickly old man and he blew up and left behind a perfectly clean skeleton

[firelorcl]

i scare people lots because i walk very softly and they don’t hear me enter rooms so when they turn around i’m just kind of there and their fear fuels me

[persephonisms]

“–luring me to a past that never was. This is the treachery of nostalgia.”

— Natasha Trethewey, from section 3 “Siren” in “Mythology,” Thrall: Poems (Houghton Mifflin Harcourt, 2012)

[rosesanguineum]

Red Moths

[deteststrickery]

                                                     employed427

problem unable to be solved.   parable that shifts away from her. her hands capable of curating paths   &   of ending them. stanley’s brows draw together, suspicious of the changeling-girl   —   but, yet, indifference taut as if cast for a string puppet or a part in a play,   path always decided by another.   ❛❛    —   …   yeah.   i guess you could say that.   …   where i’m from, though, you generally introduce who you are before you get philosophy involved.   ❜❜ 

            girl   of   peculiar   nature   wearing   mischief   like   a   beloved   trinket   (   stolen.   )   '   where   are   you   from,   stranger   ?   '   klara   inquires,   disregarding   his   commentary   in   favour   of   her   own   curiousity.   '   unfamiliar   ...   did   you   also   come   in   search   of   something   ?   many   do   ...   the   answer   to   life,   to   death.   you   do   not   seem   like   you   ask   very   many   questions.   i   know   you   and   do   not   know   you.   ah,   i   have   forgotten.   i   am   the   devotress,   Клара.   '

[deteststrickery]

                                        ⸻ @employed427​

            '   are   you   from   away   ?   `      hollow   eyes   size   up   the   other.   frayed,   fingerless   gloves   reach   for   his   shirt   —   this   is   not   a   fabric   she   has   seen   up   close   without   being   swatted   away,   nay   —   but   klara   stops   before   actually   making   contact.   he   is   not   plagued,   she   is   sure   (   PURE   OF   SIN   ...   YET   UNSURE.   )   '   you   are   unlike   the   other   dolls.   '