𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈
sentences from amrit brar’s shitty horoscopes series. you may adjust as needed. part i.
❛ you might not be afraid to die, but that doesn’t mean you’re ready. ❜
❛ you were a plague none were prepared for. ❜
❛ you are the mind and the malady, the medicine and the machine. ❜
❛ assholery is incurable. unfortunately. ❜
❛ no one’s going to notice the difference between you pushing dandelions or daisies, so leave them something worth talking about. ❜
❛ there’s no rule stating that parasites can’t be pretty. ❜
❛ anathema - me without you. ❜
❛ you aren’t obligated to be anyone’s cure. ❜
❛ some are the bandage, some are the knife, some get creative.. ❜
❛ soothe what you can, fight what you can’t. ❜
❛ the only difference between a pathogen and a person is that one is far more creative with how they’ll infect you. ❜
BOOK IX: THE BODY AND THE WRECKAGE
❛ stranger things have happened. like you. you are happening all the time and should probably stop. ❜
❛ let none be the noose. ❜
❛ take what you can and run. ❜
❛ gratuitous violence: unnecessary, satisfying, heartbreaking, and so like everything else you love. ❜
❛ understanding builds bridges, suffering grows gardens, antipathy sets both on fire for shits and giggles. ❜
❛ there is a variety of sadness that makes a home in your guts and never quite leave. ❜
❛ you could have been anyone, operating this body. the good news is that you won! the bad news is that you’re stuck with it. ❜
❛ being loathsome and lovely in equal measure is probably a talent. somewhere. ❜
❛ why fear the dead, when you can fear the living? corpses in motion, cruelty and kindness. ❜
❛ if you’re forging your own path, be prepared to light your own pyre. ❜
❛ what possessed you to come this far? no, honestly. was it cute? ❜
❛ you can’t wrestle apologies from the sea or the sun but by fuck are you every going to try. ❜
❛ pick a place and die there. ❜
❛ i know you mean well. ❜
❛ may fortune favour the fuckups. ❜
❛ remarkable that one plane of existence can host so much (and so little) distance. the spaces between people, ideals, fingertips, the sky and the sea. ❜
❛ learn it’s best to bite your tongue. temper the nest of hornets in your loveless mouth. ❜
❛ i worry. i worry. worry. ❜
❛ time sours, rots, renews, sours again. ❜
❛ grief and growth live hand-in-hand. ❜
❛ sleeping, like dying, delivers you from one world to the next - to rest in crypts and wake in gardens. ❜
❛ words in couples carry weight: “fuck you.” “hell no.” “oh god.” “sorry mom.” ❜
❛ make room for small, fragile things, even with bones like cement and a leaden heart. ❜
❛ you win some, you lose some, you lie, cheat, and swindle some, you vanish on a crisp winter’s day never to be seen again. ❜
❛ quiet reflection is next to impossible if you mental landscape is one long scream. ❜
❛ you inspire me to be better! a better “what” is up for interpretation. (person? arsonist? alien?) ❜
❛ we don’t know where you came form, but we need you to go back. ❜
❛ the dark doesn’t intend to hurt you - only the creatures who plot during the cruel, cold light of day. ❜
❛ i lived better when i was ignorant of the sun, tucked away in your chest. ❜
❛ there’s asking for forgiveness, there’s asking for permission, and then there’s saying “fuck it,” and doing what you may. ❜
❛ if only it were easy! to wish and want for nothing. if only you weren’t less human for it - wishing and wanting for nothing. ❜
❛ in the end there is no blaze of glory. ❜
❛ love to distraction, die due to carelessness. ❜
❛ in the span of your life there’s plenty to avoid: the wicked, the merciless, the things you want for no reason other than wanting them. ❜
❛ you are dazzling and terrifying - those words are not as removed from one another as you may think. ❜
❛ flirt with death, tease the inevitable, give the void a saucy wink. ❜
❛ things to bother believing in: love, switchblades, extraterrestrials. ❜
❛ let the record show that they were ill-equipped to deal with you. which is unsurprising, since you ill-equipped to deal with you. ❜
❛ you’ll be fertilizer regardless, might as well have interesting stories for the dirt. ❜
❛ there is an exhaustion that comes with living in an embrace like a vice, a kiss like a canker sore. ❜
❛ fear is an absence of understanding. horror is the act of understanding perfectly. ❜
❛ to labour in love, to toil in tenderness. ❜
❛ your love will always be rooted deeper than any grave. ❜
❛ you’ve long seen your downfall spelled out in another’s bones. ❜
❛ the victor spoils, the loser learns. ❜
❛ the body is rot waiting to happen. ❜
❛ you will have never loved for nothing. ❜
❛ the aftermath of you life afford you three real options: obscurity, legend, or horror story. ❜
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