look down, there he is.

this requires the gentle touch of a surgeon.

[reenactcreation]

and the wheels of fate turn again.

[meirimerens]

tablier blanc à cou haut — tablier blanc à coup bas

(hands on the dry dead — hands in the damp soil)

[diurnalending]

——-

[artistictea]

Pathologic is a game pt.2

[ouroborosmotifs]

the journey home is an endless one

may sarton “letters from maine” // james baldwin “giovanni’s room” // neil gaiman “the graveyard book” // @wordsnquotes-net // anne carson “men in the off hours” // miriam adeney // “no longer fits” // han kang “the vegetarian” // “garden state” dir. zach braff // richard blanco “mexican almuerzo in new england” // mitski “there’s nothing left here for you” // julian barnes “a history of the world in 10 1/2 hours”

[littlezas]

A full-body painting commission for a DND character sheet ( Bad Grief from Pathologic as a Rogue / Clockwork Soul Sorcerer! )

[lich-loved]

an udurgh, or, a body that contains a lot 

[meirimerens]

strength arcana

[murkyburakh]

cub

[horridclown]

excess of bile

[soapstore]

the pit

[m-lanceray]

[dank-ovsky]

"A town is like music. You must play, writing the composition as you go, all while minding the harmony."

[meirimerens]

En aquest temps li fèbre soun pas sano, En aquest temps li fèbre valon rèn, Ai endura uno fèbre quartano, Ai endura sènso me rancura !

[mysweetheartjude]

And, of course, there is the person you come back to: his face and body and voice and scent and touch, his way of waiting until you finish whatever you’re saying, no matter how lengthy, before he speaks, the way his smile moves so slowly across his face that it reminds you of moonrise, how clearly he has missed you and how clearly happy he is to have you back.

[goddidntdothis]

Bad dreams

[meirimerens]

It will be evening, and you will walk outside under a sky a sickened red — a sick red that you will not know how to heal. Everything will look flayed like a ripe fruit you split open with your own fingers, not unlike prying open an oyster. You'll find no pearl in the chamber of the beating heart, and you'll carry your blood-red legs where they'll guide you at last.