alcove'd —

what is this jest in majesty? this ass in passion? how do god and devil combine to form a live dog?

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' unsightly. how do you even begin manage to tolerate such a mess? ’ // @warmst.

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ngl i keep forgetting that this blog Actually Exists but please lms for a thing kldsjglkds

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ngl i keep forgetting that this blog Actually Exists but please lms for a thing kldsjglkds

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SABRAEL PLAYS MYSTIC MESSENGER AND STANS JUMIN FIGHT ME ABOUT THI

[greelin]

here’s a concept: me, riding your ceiling fan like a gargoyle. you, smacking me with a broom. both of us are yelling

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ngl i keep forgetting that this blog Actually Exists but please lms for a thing kldsjglkds

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screams into the void 

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👀 FAM?

     sorrow has an unbelievably strong hold, he feels it pressing the air that does not belong to him out of his lungs, the light escaping through the pores of his make-believe body. He feels it pounding within the other with bitterness washing over it to make the experience all the more painful. In his mind, the other must be suffering. “oh brother, brother dear –” voice soft, made vulnerable by the pain he feels only as an echo, “how can you say that? how can you believe that? how can you live that?” his lower lip is trembling. “– here, look, a flower. there, water. stone. they are marvels at life and their beauty makes us good. makes us happy. when have you last been happy? when have you last smiled? i ache for you, brother mine.”

‘   you   misunderstand.   ‘   sympathy   for   the   angel:   a   dozen   release   doves   and   a   lily - blossom   and   a   tombstone   with   its   engravings   corroded   by   acid   rain   +   some   punk   with   a   penchant   for   rubbing   paper   with   charcoal   and   ink   sticks   [   in   loving   memory   of   joie   de   vivre   (   or,   the   lack   of   it   )   ]   //   brows   knit,   arms   cross   over   breast   bone,   jaw   closed   tight.   ‘   i   see   beauty   [   a   lie   ],   no  doubt   in   that,   brother.   [   spite - spoken   ]   just   not   in   man.   and   i   do   feel   ---   surprise   ---   happiness.   and   as   for   the   last   time   i   smiled   or   felt   happy   ------   maybe   when   man   didn’t   exist   yet.   when   it   was   only   the   earth,   heaven,   and   wherever   father’s   former   favorite   went.   ’   empty   breath,   mocking   mimicry   of   the   thing   he   hates   the   most.   ‘   but   that   was,   how   long   ago?   a   few   million   years   back?   quaint.   ’

[adaestra]

WHAT IS THIS PLACE? / Darling, here the gods died. Here the horsemen tremble. Here we bathe in gasoline. / Come, join us in our garden of dead bodies, we’re having fire for lunch.

Earth, 2016. Enjoy your stay. / b.s.h (via demolitiongirl)

[tobeagenius]

I am the embodiment of Stress and bad decisions

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whaddup lms for a thing lgjlds

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👀 FAM?

     sorrow clouds his soft features at the steepness of the other’s words. something so incredibly resentful, something so poisonous – he feels like the other must be suffering thoroughly from the mere presence in his brain. “it is father’s place to create and ours not to question why. we are not inferior to them, we are different, stronger and tireless – they are frail but father gave them something else. a gift of their own. in them, father’s spirit lives and dies, for father is within them and we shall love them for it. for it, at the least. – they are capable of such things, sabrael. good things.”

‘   good   things   ---   ’   bones   between   teeth   //   one   hundred   seventy - five   proof   gin   poured   over   wherever   his  wings   were   torn   off   (   if   he   had   any,   that   is!!   )   //   god’s   hand   tearing   out   a   foot   of   small   intestine   or   ten   //   neck   snapped   in   two,   trachea   gasping   for   air   //   it’s   not   like   it’s   your   fault   you’re   like   this!!   ‘   if   good   things   equated   to   violence,   to  hate,   to   sacrilege   ------   then   maybe   they’re   even   holier   than   god.   ’   (   here,   a   pause.   )   ‘   and   if   you   can   remember   ---   can   you?   ---   the   last   time   any   one   of   us   was   different   they   got   thrown   into   their   own   pyre.   do   you   think   being   different   is   good   now?   ’

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hugs his face

what the fuck fam

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sabrael is an edgelord this has been a psa

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👀 FAM?

     “— oh? they are quite wondrous, you see.” he pauses, putting his thoughts together. “they are capable of such things, of growing, of creation. father made them in his own image. and they go after their every day life, creating such things that convey their hearts. there is beauty in them that one cannot fully grasp.”

(   sputum   at   the   back   of   his   mouth   /   down   his   throat,   gold   corroded   bronze   )   (   he’s so nice!   he   tries   his   best.   )   ‘   that   is   father’s   duty   ---   to   create,   to   make   things   grow   ---   not   theirs.   and   we,   are   we   not   already   in    his   image?   are   we   so   inferior   that   he   makes   these   brutes   just   short   of   being   dogs?   ’