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we're not kids anymore.
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When we confront the shadow and even whats beyond the abyss
We don’t just see our monsters,
We don’t just see ourselves,
Sometimes we can see the fractures in the foundations of everything we’ve defined in this world.
It is both terrifying and clarifying. Jung would say Necessary Suffering.
The abyss is a mirror, and mirrors are but a surface.
The loss of that surface can feel like the loss of our reality.
Finally tried dying my hair half and half. I chose teal burgundy. Def need to bleach it more next time or have a pro help me do it 🙂↕️
Haiku with some pagany thoughts afterward:
Feelings are Fluid.
They Ebb and Flow like the tide.
Drift or Ride the wave.
What does the haiku mean? Emotions are the element of water for a reason. They flow. Recede. Flood. Sustain. Overwhelm. They can nourish us or pull us under. Low tide, high tide, or somewhere between, all of it is natural. Even still water runs deep. Always changing. Always churning.
Even in the harshest desert, water still exists if you’re willing to find it.
Every God of Death needs a God of Mercy.
Not to deny the grave its due.
Not to end the life that grew.
Not to hasten.
Not to weaken.
But to temper.
But to remember.
Death is not cruelty.
Mercy is not weakness.
Both are required in the life that leads us.
it's always "did you really need to burn down your workplace to prove a point" and never "how was the revenge arson? did you have fun doing revenge arson? were the flames pretty?"
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Context for other users:
On the morning of April 7, 2026, a fire was started at the Kimberly-Clark Distribution Center in Ontario, California. It escalated to a six-alarm fire and took nearly twelve hours to extinguish. The facility was completely destroyed and declared a "total loss". There were no injuries or deaths. An employee who was working in the warehouse is accused of arson.
Authorities stated that the employee had shared videos of himself starting the fire on Facebook, saying "all you had to do was pay us enough to live" and "there goes your inventory" while lighting pallets of toilet paper ablaze.
ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS PAY US ENOUGH TO LIVE
No injuries. No deaths. This was a protest fire. This is why unions are important, to prevent frustrations like these, to ensure people are paid enough to live.
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Death has no end
Upon Karsus`s death:
-he was so crashed out that his heart bled none stop to form a river
-A lich built a home inside his petrified remains to prevent anyone from coming to worship
-A lich (another one) turned his heart into a phylactery
-Shadovar stole his heart as a power source to melt down some ice berg
-chosen of Cyric tried to steal his heart
-the chosen failed, Sharr took away his heart
-some devil bounded him in a book and tortured his soul
-some archdevil picked up his crown (yeah, yeah…)
-every now and then binders call upon him to do trivial stuff for them (like cooking up meal, probably ( I know I would
The devil wears brown black hair
And hazel eyes that dont just look,
They burn.
Hes dangerous.
Not because he burns you,
But because he makes you want to fall
To kneel in his fire
To be swallowed in his arms
To trace the shape of something divine
In the lines of his masculine form.
You don’t pray to angels or saviors.
Now your thoughts drift, bend, break
Until they fall at his feet
He gets in your blood, in your head.
In the quiet spaces where you forget to breathe.
Memories blur and time slips.
Everything before him feels distant.
Like a life you only half remember.
Every moment with him feels stolen and perfect.
The fear isnt that hes ruined you,
It’s that you want it.
To bare your neck and let his bite rewrite you.
To let him burn your soul with his brand.
And now he lays beside you.
Close enough to touch.
Close enough to burn.
And damnation never looked so good.
Bite:
Tearing and gnashing
Warm blood beads along my skin
A feast upon flesh
Desire:
Desperate hunger
Endless yearning for your fire
A soul set ablaze
Touch:
Bursting with feeling
Your warmth ignites beneath skin
No longer listless
Calm:
I wait without fear
My heart leans against your rhythm
Your worth every breath
Wings of darkest night
A murderous soaring flock
Beauty nevermore
Two hearts are entwined
Labyrinth of love before us
Well forge our own way
1. Frozen under sheets
My body tosses and turns
Longing for some warmth
2. The walls bathed in blood
We clink our purple potion
Simmering silence
3. A mirror lies cracked
Reflection too great to hold
I see your true self
4. Anticipation
Nerves searing behind my eyes
Useless worrying
5. Eagerly loving
Sometimes I don’t know the words
Feelings overload
My gods his hair is hard to draw. But hey practice is practice.
Amy Kierstead, The Eye of the Forest
