nimini.

the graveyard book’s nobody owens.

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aidoneis·

❛   you can’t take the     effect     and make it the     CAUSE.   ❜

       (   @nbdywns  |   sc   )

                with a tilt of the head , i looked at the pale man with eyebrows furrowed deep . he was an unusual presence a while ago , when he suddenly appeared in the graveyard without my knowledge ( i always make it a point to know every unknown presence in the graveyard , for the dead are quite unreliable in that aspect ) and now he’s a mystery as he speaks in words filled with peculiarity . 

                “ how so ? effects are effects . turning them into cause would only make a different effect , wouldn’t it ? ” i asked , with all the confusion and frustration of a ten-year-old boy . then i sighed . “ i don’t understand . not at all . ”

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ENTROPIY : independent . selective . private .

                i looked not for shooting stars but for fixed ones, and i would try to imagine what kind of life lived in those celestial tidal pools so far from us                                                                                // jeff vandermeer , annihilation. 

dash - only for now . written by jake .

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hey guys. sorry for the absence but my muse for bod is asleep. but i’ll try to be here probs tomorrow. for now, you can find me on @strandng!

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this dumb website is in need of some love, so reblog this if you like the person you reblogged it from!!!

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          dexter harris . private and selective . with verses in different post apocalypse setting .                                                                                                          written by jake . 

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plotting call ?

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aidoneis·

𝐭𝐫𝐲  𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡  𝐡𝐞  𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭          to avoid it ,   hades cannot help but catch brief glimpses of the man’s thoughts ,   so powerfully do the images of his   loved ones   shine through the aura that surrounds him   ———   and the god’s once   stern   expression softens.     ❛   things are only precious if they can be   LOST ,   nobody owens.     if moments were not fleeting ,   we would never stop to cherish them.     if memories never faded ,   we would not treasure them.   ❜

❛   me   &&   my kind ,   we do not live   ——   we   EXIST.     we were here at the beginning and we shall be here at the end.     we cannot see the world as a place full of   wonder ,   as you do ,   cannot experience hope ,   joy ,   sorrow as intensely as you do.     and that is   because   your lives end ,   your memories fade.     you must fit it all into the briefest flicker of a candle.   ❜

                “ but that’s not . . . ” fair ? not true ? can i really say it’s not fair ? when the words of the god spoke volumes of truth that even i can’t deny ? when i left the graveyard , i have felt the greatest loss that i could ever imagine , and through the years i have learned how to appreciate the unusual life that i have lived . do i have the courage to tell the god’s words are a lie ? 

                " but i . . . my memories are half of who i am . . . ” i stubbornly tried to say again . but i gave up , giving a rueful sigh . my next words were full of broken hope , tinged with the tiniest hint of wistfulness . “ is elysium truly beautiful , then ? ”

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tell me your honest opinion of my portrayal

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               you’re alive , bod . that means you have infinite potential . you can do anything , make anything , dream anything . if you can change the world , the world will change . 

                                                                                                             as interpreted by jake. 

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headcanon.                 bod doesn’t do violence, although he can be violent. bod doesn’t do threatening, unless he needed to be. if bod is presented with a situation where he can act on violence or be threatening, he will try to solve it with the use of his wits and words, even if it’s almost life and death. he’s done it before and has technically killed three people. violence and physical conflict? it’s gonna be a last resort. even in his honor guard verse, he uses his abilities to manipulate and snake his way out of any combat. 

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abstract prompts.

thirty-five abstract prompts to inspire you. inspired by this meme.

Does it still hurt to think about?

It only comes at night.

Silence in the woods.

Your suitcase is empty.

Unconfirmed sighting.

It’s still heavy.

The war lasted five, long years.

The stars are going out.

She had feathers in her hair.

Silence so loud it deafens.

Invisible chains are the strongest.

Three years have passed, and it still feels like yesterday.

Uneven scales.

Just this once, the Universe responds.

Stealing to survive.

A mountain that only grows as you climb it.

Losing the ability to feel.

The taste of sunlight.

Never come back. Never.

Things only seen by the trees.

Something illuminated in the darkness.

Red, like life.

What sinks in water, and floats in air?

It was only a dream.

Sensing destruction before it happens.

Fleeting moments.

What happens while everyone sleeps.

It only exists when you look at it.

They returned alone.

Only one wish.

Stolen moments.

Unbelonging.

Footprints in the snow, stopping suddenly.

It lives in the woods.

Seeking shelter.

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❛ what did you ever do to deserve this? in all probability, something terrible. ❜ from uh klaus?

SHITTY HOROSCOPE . accepting . 

                the words should not affect me because it holds very little truth ( and the small portion is nothing but technicalities , an act of survival ) , but it still stung enough to unearth memories buried fifteen years into the recesses of my mind . my eyes shut close , my breathing heavy , as i try to bury them back in . you are not a monster . i told myself . you never were . you will never be .

                “ you don’t know me . ” i said . my voice was soft as a whisper but as haunting as the darkness that creeps through whatever light is in the room . when i open my eyes again , they burned with tears . “ you know nothing about my past . ”

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kthonia·

❛   𝚈𝙴𝚂  ,     𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴   𝚃𝙷𝙴   𝙵𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙴𝚁.       it’s more of a    nick - name     actually ,       if you want to be precise about it.    ❜          smile blossoms upon her lips          &          goddess of dead    /    life itself leans carefully against the door frame ,      watching with curious eyes as he begins to speak of the temple which has always held a      fondness      within her immortal heart.          ❛   ephyra   ?     no ,     it was never there   …   ❜          persephone murmurs.      shaking her head ,     as the breeze through an open window carries laughter across the room.

❛   me   ?     i ask because the place holds special sentiment to me.          because   i   want   to   see   what   this   world   remembers.          tell me ,       why do you study the ancient myths          &          the dead   ?        what fascination do they hold ,     for you   ?    ❜

                “ i like it . a flower that symbolizes remembrance . reminds me of home . ” for poppy grew wildly in the graveyard , and i have always enjoyed watching them grow and bloom under the silver moon . ms lupescu told me once that it means a peaceful death , a fate all souls aspire in the end . i laughed softly when she did . “ no , it is not . at this point , i doubt it’s even somewhere in this realm . ” 

                “ hmm ? you speak as if you know precisely it’s location . or at least , you have seen it when it was in it’s most glorious state . ” i teased , but my eyes finally fixated on her . maybe there is more peculiarity in her than her name . “ well . . . nostalgia ? looking for a place to belong ? adjusting to the living world is hard for me , miss , and i can only find comfort in the dead and those immortalized in the pages of the past . ”

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𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈

sentences from amrit brar’s shitty horoscopes series. you may adjust as needed.

BOOK I: SUCH TERRIBLE THINGS

❛ holy fucking shit. just. holy shit. what the fuck. ❜

❛ nobody really knows the nuances of what you get up to in your spare time, and honestly they’re probably better off that way. ❜

❛ busy yourself with the affairs of the living, for once.. ❜

❛ the answer is no. ❜

❛ ohhh boy. you. fuck you. yes, you specifically. ❜

❛ delete your search history. ❜

❛ please practice blinking as others can be unsettled by your inhuman ability to maintain an unbreakable stare during casual conversation. ❜

❛ what did you ever do to deserve this? in all probability, something terrible. ❜

❛ you are a crayon. get out of the toolbox. ❜

❛ none will love the butcher. don’t take it too personally. ❜

❛ some relationships, like warts, can be handled with the tactful application of liquid nitrogen. ❜

❛ take a long shower. wash your hair. wash the clothes you were wearing. wash the memories from your mind and body. ❜

BOOK II: ANGER

❛ frostbite is considerably difficult to heal from. ❜

❛ there is poetry in brutal efficiency. ❜

❛ HELLFIRE HELLFIRE HELLIRE. ❜

❛ 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. ❜

❛ your contempt will always taste like grief. ❜

❛ in the process your body is subsumed piece by piece. ❜

❛ you are the bone-deep fury of an abscessed tooth. ❜

❛ you are notorious for rubbing salt in the wound. cheap vodka in the wound. battery acid in the wound! ❜

❛ vehicular arson is not the answer. ❜

❛ hate is a verb. ❜

BOOK III: PETTY EXISTENTIAL CRISES

❛ the sooner you accept your impending expiration, the sooner you can stop trying to swallow the sun. ❜

❛ embrace the inevitable. snuggle with the inevitable. take the inevitable out to a nice, candle-lit dinner. ❜

❛ there are forces outside of your control. most of them don’t care for you. ❜

❛ when it all goes to hell just remember it’s what’s inside that counts (though many would not find you very appetizing). ❜

❛ not all things have significance, which is scary. the things you overlooked tend to have the most, which is scarier. ❜

❛ 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. please don’t cry. ❜

❛ you may not want to change, but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway. ❜

❛ sometimes we put our hearts in the wrong places (what the fuck is it going between your teeth). ❜

❛ nothing can stay. ❜

❛ you can put all the flowers in your mouth that you fucking want, but dying is dying and rot is rot. ❜

❛ loneliness is the fracture that never heals quite right. ❜

BOOK IV: RESOLUTIONS

❛ lay them to rest. ❜

❛ they are there, hovering nervously. you will watch the skies. you will wait. ❜

❛ eat the other. ❜

❛ there will be scrapes and sutures: viciousness and victory. ❜

❛ no loose ends. ❜

❛ a cacophony of awe and joy and terror. ❜

❛ an eye for an eye. a tooth for a tooth. a knife for the ribs. ❜

❛ you will not be swayed by the morally destitute. ❜

❛ decay will feed the bloom. ❜

❛ devour death like crows, for all the feathers between your teeth. ❜

❛ twisting/screaming/uncompromising. every inch. every iota. ❜

❛ once, answers were found in mouths, bathtubs, and bottles. this time around, get inventive. ❜

BOOK VI: AFTER THE FALL

❛ lies you have told yourself: your humanity is the largest burden you will bear. ❜

❛ decorating your meltdowns is all well and good, but a trainwreck is a trainwreck and it might be time to get a paramedic. ❜

❛ they tell you “there i nothing to fear but fear itself,” but you have seen yourself in the mirror. ❜

❛ you may have been gutted but you mouth is soft, your tongue is silver, and your teeth are gemstones cut to size. ❜

❛ it’s less like biting off more than you can chew, and more like dislocating your jaw. ❜

❛ even spectres can tire. ❜

❛ seeing yourself for who you really are would be great if you knew where to start looking. ❜

❛ it pays to kill with kindness when you’re your own worst enemy. ❜

❛ you’re only armed to the teeth because you’re more brittle than you’d care to admit. ❜

❛ your ego cannot afford cremation or caskets. ❜

❛ frequent tastes of your own medicine can get poisonous real quick. ❜

❛ self reflection is important! whether you like what you see is up for debate. whether it can be contained in a dark basement is another matter entirely. ❜

BOOK VII: MAGICK

❛ you are a quiet god, and your hunger is cavernous. ❜

❛ at times your body is simply a prison laid in gold. ❜

❛ death, dust, party, repeat. ❜

❛ devour the monsters and you can call any place home. ❜

❛ you’re only as lucky as your expectations are low. ❜

❛ worse than having too many secrets is having no secrets at all. ❜

❛ if seeing is believing you might be in some trouble. ❜

❛ suspend belief. expel fear. throw reason into a frigid cell, never to be seen again. ❜

❛ killing the monsters is the easy bit. it’s finding them that’s the hard part. ❜

❛ there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters. ❜

❛ a mouthful of ashes bested by a life of smoke and mirrors. ❜

❛ what’s to be gained from the keeping the heaviest of treasures behind your teeth? ❜

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“I am in the mood to dissolve in the sky.”

— Virginia Woolf (via safeslut)

[fuckyeahdancy]

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                IF IT WASN’T FOR THE BRIGHTLY LIT VACANCY SIGN , i would believe we have driven very far from the city and this world , past the border of things , and into a realm where there’s only darkness and desert and the endless highway . with a deep breath , i wrapped my thick coat around me and took a sip of my steaming coffee . in the graveyard , my world was limited within wrought-iron gates and thick patches of brambles and nettles and grass. it’s been ten years since i have left . i thought i have traveled all that could be traveled , but as i take the expanse that’s only limited by the horizon and domed under the waltzing stars , i can’t help but smile . 

                “ hey , rob . are you almost done there ? ” i called , sipping the last of my coffee before walking back to the rest stop . there’s more to the world that i should travel , but i couldn’t if we’d be stranded here . “ if we stay here another minute , i might not want to leave . ”

@dustlnd / starter based on this .