you were brave. you were strong.

30 ☆彡 (they/them) ☆彡 danger days the true lives of the fabulous killjoys cherry blossom boy!

[mjalti]

sometimes im like “tone down the Self to fit in” and other times, the voice of God comes to me in a dream and says “I didn’t make you crazy for no reason”

[nathanielorion]

הבל | hevel

This is how it goes: God whispers in Cain’s jealous ear, drawing his attention to the Sin crouched at his doorway. Sin has haunted eyes and a mouth that has been kissed. Let there be no doubt that Sin has been kissed, with a wet-red mouth that may taste of blood or pomegranate or the electric crackle of a stoplight. Cain looks at Sin. He runs his tongue over his teeth.

This is how it goes: Cain leaves the house at one am in bare feet and a hoodie, careful to avoid the last stair that creaks, and treks out into the Field. There are many fields in the world but there is only one Field. Cain feels the difference in the grass when he crosses the border from field to Field, the way the grey-green blades stand up at attention in his wake, the way the dirt turns ice-cold and furious beneath his heels. The earth is good with foreshadowing. The tree of Knowledge has deep roots.

This is how it goes: God says, I will take you or your brother.

God says, You get to choose.

And Cain says, “When you split me and my brother in the womb, you did not divide us evenly. He got kindness, and I got longing. He got complacence, and I got ambition. I want to kill him sometimes. I think sometimes he wants to die.”

I have never made brothers before, God explains. That is how I thought they were made. What more do you want?

“I want to steal some of his kindness,” Cain says, and shakes his pocket knife out of his sleeve.

Back at home, Abel sits up in his bed with a start, heart racing. That was close, he thinks, that was a damn close one, and does not know why.

In the Field, the ground warms as blood seeps into the dirt. 

[hunybody]

the vampire cliff marlow: hark and though it is a different time and place i am glad to see you here again, as you once were, golden and going toward glory. i have trailed behind many in my life but none so great as you

ilya rozanov: marlyy you are most support guy i have ever known how you even find this club anyway! many nice drugs very nice girls dancing!

the vampire cliff marlow: i have known you in all lives. i know it tempts you. your desire to become weightless, how heavily it all weighs upon your shoulders. i have requested the dee jay to play Get Low.

ilya rozanov: marlyyyyy you are coolest guy in the world ! 😁🤩

[ispybluesky]

may 2026

i am trying not to become a self-fulfilling prophecy

[shetheyslain]

Dahling you simply must read this book! It’s all about this devious little caterpillar who simply gorges himself on all manner of divine things

[wizardarchetypes]

funniest convo ever with a guy who said 2 me "nobody uses journalism degrees" and i said "my mom has a bachelors in journalism" and he smiled like knowingly and said "yeah, but what does she do?" and i said "she runs a newspaper and publishes romance novels on the side." and he literally said "oh" and nothing else. like he ended the whole conversation there.

[wizardarchetypes]

i've just been informed he has a trombone degree. like the study of playing trombone. which is all well and good, i genuinely think we should all have the opportunity to chase our academic bliss but i do think the trombone studies guy should hesitate to judge the economic value of other people's degrees no

[wizardarchetypes]

i love the tags on this post because there’s other music/instrument majors implying niche field-specific drama like “of course it was a trombone player 😒” and then there’s trombone majors like “this was NOT me for the record”

[bloodstainedgauntlet]

my knight you have to live you have to get up you have to put your hand over your wound and hold it there. you have to keep walking and walking and walking because you cannot lay down yet, it’s not time. wipe the blood off your breastplate and look up into the sun. lean on your sword if you need to. lift one foot after another. get up. get up. this would be a pitiful grave.

[the-big-mood]

A teacher showed up at school with a PlayStation 5 and started playing Assassin's Creed to explain the Industrial Revolution.

[bill-blake-fans-anonymous]

To anyone interested in translation and/or poetry, may I recommend this excellent website? On each page you’ll find the original French text of a poem from Baudelaire’s Les fleurs du mal, along with five or six translated English versions of that poem. The translations are all in verse, but run the gamut from unrhymed and fairly literal to tightly rhymed with significant departures from the original. Not only are some of the translations quite good English poetry in themselves, the project as a whole demonstrates how poetic translation works and what choices a translators make to try and get across the spirit of the original.

Fleursdumal.org is dedicated to the French poet Charles Baudelaire (1821 - 1867), and in particular to Les Fleurs du mal (Flowers of Evil).

[vodkacleansall]

Words cannot describe

[monolithfarmer]

Visit Original Link

I think I’m gonna win this time I roll and I roll, ‘til I change my luck

[hoshizorua]

“The girl you’ve been trying to protect all this time— is really a manipulative witch who shackles people’s hearts!”

[encryptidarchivist]

count dracula? uhhh ok. one

[cool-jpgs-of-wizards-with-swords]

🧛 nathing vrong vith me

[mellifexfarm]

taking a bath

[ggerards]

for drugstoreprfume (credit)

[ispybluesky]

maow

[spaceboytoy]

Hello bisexual community

[spaceboytoy]

Begin killing

[tartrazeen]