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men grow cold as girls grow old, and we all lose our charms in the end
besties.. if youre still out there.... @yaba-neko
After Abel, Dante Émile
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Two brothers in a field are enough for the tragedy to start. The Lord says bring me something worthwhile & the boy puts his hands to task. Mother used to say I had a gift for it. I was my father’s son, I envied the way flowers grew. Cain takes a swig at his vodka & tonic & shows you the scar on his forehead. He tells you he’s picked up some Spanish in his travels, signals to the waiter and says me & my brother, you see, we were uña y carne. This is what happens when God slips between two sleeping bodies, he ruins them.
Who kills their own brother? Well, someone who loves him very much. He makes of womb an altar & prays I have shed for you the truth of life. Could you please bring him back?
Abel was the slaughterer, I only watered the plants. He orders another drink. God wants blood, he says, blood & regret. So I handed him my heart.
When they were little Cain would sit on the porch & listen to the trees grow. Something about the quietness of creation. When you love a lamb, you hold its neck while you bleed it. Cain raises his arm & pleads: Close your eyes. /end ID]
Russell M. Nelson And David Miscavige In Secret Bunker Having Emergency Meeting About ME 💓
i just hope when i die it's dramatic enough that jake goes on a gritty killing spree to avenge me.
Ocean Vuong, A Life Worthy of Our Breath, On Being with Krista Tippett
—Li-Young Lee, From Blossoms
it's ridiculous how sensitive i am to caffeine.
i'm immune to most professional-usage poisons but if you give me caffeine pills my little mouse heart will explode. and i'm comfortable sharing this information because before the levels in my body become lethal i will kill you and everyone you love.
it's ridiculous how sensitive i am to caffeine.
this is microwave and we’re fostering her for my family. she’s a bit feisty but she’s warming up to us already.
posts that get you in big trouble with your local dso agent.
(muttering to myself while i walk through an abandoned steam plant) bitch. bitch. little bitch. i made you my bitch. jesse! bitch. bitch. yeah bitch!
— Tathève Simonyan, Colourless Musings
[text ID: In my corner of the world, killing is a love language.]
Wisława Szymborska, from “Into the Ark”, View with a Grain of Sand (trans. Stanisław Barańczak & Clare Cavanagh)
yo these violent delights are kinda awesome. wonder how they’ll end though
shes really chill once u get used to the terrorism threats
talking about how much i love my baby and you can't tell if i'm talking about my husband or my cat.