๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ ๐๐
sentences from amrit brarโs shitty horoscopes series. you may adjust as needed. part i.
โ you might not be afraid to die, but that doesnโt mean youโre ready. โ
โ you were a plague none were prepared for. โ
โ you are the mind and the malady, the medicine and the machine. โ
โ assholery is incurable. unfortunately. โ
โ no oneโs going to notice the difference between you pushing dandelions or daisies, so leave them something worth talking about. โ
โ thereโs no rule stating that parasites canโt be pretty. โ
โ justice: just us. โ
โ anathema - me without you. โ
โ you arenโt obligated to be anyoneโs cure. โ
โ some are the bandage, some are the knife, some get creative.. โ
โ soothe what you can, fight what you canโt. โ
โ the only difference between a pathogen and a person is that one is far more creative with how theyโll infect you. โ
BOOK IX: THE BODY AND THE WRECKAGE
โ stranger things have happened. like you. you are happening all the time and should probably stop. โ
โ let none be the noose. โ
โ take what you can and run. โ
โ gratuitous violence: unnecessary, satisfying, heartbreaking, and so like everything else you love. โ
โ understanding builds bridges, suffering grows gardens, antipathy sets both on fire for shits and giggles. โ
โ there is a variety of sadness that makes a home in your guts and never quite leave. โ
โ you could have been anyone, operating this body. the good news is that you won! the bad news is that youโre stuck with it. โ
โ being loathsome and lovely in equal measure is probably a talent. somewhere. โ
โ why fear the dead, when you can fear the living? corpses in motion, cruelty and kindness. โ
โ if youโre forging your own path, be prepared to light your own pyre. โ
โ what possessed you to come this far? no, honestly. was it cute? โ
โ you canโt wrestle apologies from the sea or the sun but by fuck are you every going to try. โ
โ pick a place and die there. โ
โ i know you mean well. โ
โ may fortune favour the fuckups. โ
โ 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. โ
โ learn itโs best to bite your tongue. temper the nest of hornets in your loveless mouth. โ
โ i worry. i worry. worry. โ
โ time sours, rots, renews, sours again. โ
โ grief and growth live hand-in-hand. โ
โ sleeping, like dying, delivers you from one world to the next - to rest in crypts and wake in gardens. โ
โ words in couples carry weight: โfuck you.โ โhell no.โ โoh god.โ โsorry mom.โ โ
โ make room for small, fragile things, even with bones like cement and a leaden heart. โ
โ you win some, you lose some, you lie, cheat, and swindle some, you vanish on a crisp winterโs day never to be seen again. โ
โ quiet reflection is next to impossible if you mental landscape is one long scream. โ
โ you inspire me to be better! a better โwhatโ is up for interpretation. (person? arsonist? alien?) โ
โ we donโt know where you came form, but we need you to go back. โ
โ the dark doesnโt intend to hurt you - only the creatures who plot during the cruel, cold light of day. โ
โ i lived better when i was ignorant of the sun, tucked away in your chest. โ
โ thereโs asking for forgiveness, thereโs asking for permission, and then thereโs saying โfuck it,โ and doing what you may. โ
โ if only it were easy! to wish and want for nothing. if only you werenโt less human for it - wishing and wanting for nothing. โ
โ in the end there is no blaze of glory. โ
โ love to distraction, die due to carelessness. โ
โ in the span of your life thereโs plenty to avoid: the wicked, the merciless, the things you want for no reason other than wanting them. โ
โ you are dazzling and terrifying - those words are not as removed from one another as you may think. โ
โ flirt with death, tease the inevitable, give the void a saucy wink. โ
โ things to bother believing in: love, switchblades, extraterrestrials. โ
โ let the record show that they were ill-equipped to deal with you. which is unsurprising, since you ill-equipped to deal with you. โ
โ youโll be fertilizer regardless, might as well have interesting stories for the dirt. โ
โ there is an exhaustion that comes with living in an embrace like a vice, a kiss like a canker sore. โ
โ fear is an absence of understanding. horror is the act of understanding perfectly. โ
โ to labour in love, to toil in tenderness. โ
โ your love will always be rooted deeper than any grave. โ
โ youโve long seen your downfall spelled out in anotherโs bones. โ
โ the victor spoils, the loser learns. โ
โ the body is rot waiting to happen. โ
โ you will have never loved for nothing. โ
โ the aftermath of you life afford you three real options: obscurity, legend, or horror story. โ
tangentwithtanner
gummygunk
vaporwave
gamechangershow
germansingergirl
pixelskylines
izzy806
andulkaphoto
kianamaiart
