shitty horoscopes sentence starters. book i - iv.
bury yourself with the affairs of the living.
fuck you. yes you, specifically.
please practice blinking. others can be unsettled by your inhuman ability to maintain an unbreakable stare during casual conversation.
what did you ever do to deserve this?
none will love the butcher. don’t take it too personally.
don’t take it too personally.
some relationships, like warts, can be handled with the tactful application of liquid nitrogen.
wash the memories from your mind and body.
wash the clothes you were wearing.
frostbite is considerably difficult to heal from.
there is poetry in brutal efficiency.
people would take your raging far more seriously if you weren’t crying the entire time.
what made you so vindictive?
some bodies may be temples, but all are ruins at your feet.
you’re notorious for rubbing salt in the wound.
you are a bone-deep fury.
accept your impending expiration.
stop trying to swallow the sun.
there are things outside of your control. most of them don’t care for you.
when it all goes to hell, remember it’s what’s inside that counts.
your teeth are only porcelain, your ribcage simply glass. like all delicate things, they can know no permanence.
in time you’ll learn that “just” and “right” only mean the same thing when they’re coming from very specific people.
you may not want to change, but the world is unforgiving.
sometimes we put our hearts in the wrong places.
what the fuck is it doing in your teeth?
dying is dying and rot is rot.
loneliness is the fracture that never heals quite right.
you will watch the skies.
you will not be swayed by the morally destitute.
an eye for an eye. a tooth for a tooth. a knife for the ribs.
this time around, get inventive.
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