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Sweet Seals For You, Always
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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One Nice Bug Per Day

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My blog is not just a blog it's the void i come to scream into, my therapist, my alternate personalities, my friend, my museum, my diary, my insanity cell etc etc
laying with cat series
i DON'T need them to kiss i need them to come to the sobering realisation that their souls are merged and no part of them is extricable from the other anymore
Half Man / Famous Blue Raincoat – Leonard Cohen
This has been going on for thousands of years! It doesn't change.
—Robert Bly, Keeping Quiet / Half Man (2026)
He has filled his house with violence, to feel him i fuck his wife on the floor...or something idk
what if we all explode
This very production of Orpheus & Eurydice is now available to stream, free, for the month of June.
...there is a gulf between you and other men, and my most painful torture, I can tell you, is to make comparisons. There is no one in the world your equal; there is nothing that resembles you.
Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo, tr. Robin Buss
And HECTOR died like everyone else He was in charge of the Trojans But a spear found out the little patch of white Between his collarbone and his throat Just exactly where a man’s soul sits Waiting for the mouth to open He always knew it would happen He who was so boastful and anxious And used to nip home deafened by weapons To stand in full armour in the doorway Like a man rushing in leaving his motorbike running All women loved him His wife was Andromache One day he looked at her quietly He said I know what will happen And an image stared at him of himself dead And her in Argos weaving for some foreign woman He blinked and went back to his work Hector loved Andromache But in the end he let her face slide from his mind He came back to her sightless Strengthless expressionless Asking only to be washed and burned And his bones wrapped in soft cloths And returned to the ground
Alice Oswald, from Memorial
formative years? aren’t they all?
you really do meet some of the loveliest people talking about blood and sex on the internet
can we bring back the term "fair-weather friend" bc I feel like if fair-weather friends got called that more this whole argument about whether or not you should be there for your friends when it's inconvenient/at what point of personal inconvenience it's ok to bail on your friends would kinda fall apart bc like. we literally have a word for "friend who's only there when you don't need something from them" because the baseline expectation is that a friend should be there even when it sucks. like we used to make fun of people for bailing on their friends.
Enfants Riches Deprimes, 2024.
How it feels to notice there is a crack in. Everything
How it feels to realize that’s how the light gets in
Really
Fred Botting, Gothic