TO LOVE AND CONSUME.

[hivebody]

there is a wasps’ nest in my attic. a fat, sprawling thing that crouches in the shadowed corner. it thrums with life and malice. i could sit there for hours, watching the swirls of pulp and paper on its surface. i have done. it is not the patterns that enthrall me, i’m not one of those fools chasing fractals; no, it’s what sings behind them. sings that i am beautiful. sings that i am a home. that i can be fully consumed by what loves me. // indie jane prentiss of rusty quill’s the magnus archives podcast. written corrupted by zick. NOW AN INDEPENDENT BLOG!

[talonabraxas]

Nature is God by Alaiaorax

[sealone]

it’s odd, really. you each think you’re so focused on the other, but how much do you really know each other? how much time have you spent together when not working, or bickering, or fleeing from that latest thing that wants to kill you?

so. what are you seeking? the image you’ve each created of the other?

the people you think you love don’t exist. not really. and that’s a very lonely place to be.

[hivebody]

it sure says a lot about me that on the mornings when i have a meeting with kindergarten kids i always make sure to dress as over the top as possible but in a meticulous way and not in a "queer that just woke up and threw themselves into the closet" way

[instituteled]

pre avatar jane prentiss 🤝 og elias bouchard

thinking they are decent people and being way better than what they become but still being absolutely awful human beings

[hauntshot]

I can’t be a part of this anymore and if this is the price, then I think I’m okay to pay it. — indie, selective melanie king of the magnus archives, recorded by myles.

[hivebody]

tiktok: at least one fig we eat in our life has a dead female wasp inside-

me: ah, jane finally understood how social media works

[nervedeep]

Sorry I can’t hangout tonight I’m due to descend into madness

[godsopenwound]

if you press your ear to the dirt / you can hear it hum, not like it’s filled

with beetles & other low gods / but like a mouth rot with gospel

& other glories.

— From “summer, somewhere”, by Danez Smith

[pointdotiozao]

More worms

[hivebody]

very glad that i jumped off the ship of my previous, much more popular blog to land on much smaller blogs because between my jobs and my growing exhaustion i know i would have been stressed about replies all the time

[hivebody]

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[godworn]

whoever finds my corpse - trust no one and tell everyone. i am not crazy. i know, i know, only crazy people say that. but i am as sane as this world allows, with a camera full of evidence. don’t call it a gospel. call it a mockery of reason, let the world know it is murkoff’s fault. bury these bastards with my mutilated dead body. — indie miles upshur from outlast. establish 2016. highly headcanon based. trigger content present. recorded by myles.

[hivebody]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY BELOVED

I JUST WOKE UP SO IM LATE TO ANSWERING THIS BUT THANK U SM [squeezes you till you make squeaky noises]

[hivebody]

[hivebody]

my dearest. my beloved. my sweetest. I'm still so sorry I couldn't be here today but i promise this is the last birthday I'm not spending next to you, absolutely spoiling you as you deserve. I love you so much and you deserve the world and i will give it to you as much as i possibly can. Ti amo, amore.

answering this past midnight because i was still building your bouquet, so i hope you will excuse me being late and too tired to say anything coherent, but know that i am ugly crying and i can't wait to spend all of the birthdays (both mine and yours) and all the other holidays together and i just feel so so blessed to have you

[hivebody]

happy birthday fellow taurus!

thank you!!! 🦋✨