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i suppose i should start properly rambling and posting on here because i love my ocs sm and don't wanna harass my friends 24/7 LOL
i was just exploring his body okay. stop calling it necromancy
it's coming along nicely
i dont know why we spend so much time writing about unrequited love when the saddest type of love is that with a time-limit. love that doesn’t want to end, but is forced to. time that deserves more, wants more, needs more, but has to stop. two lovers forced to go separate ways, two souls crying for one another across oceans. every touch feels like a goodbye, every kiss is tinged with sadness. these are the stories that break us like no other because these are the stories we can’t bear to imagine for ourselves. anybody can handle somebody never loving them in the first place. but how do we learn how to live without our other halves? how do we get used to that loss?
“This is about my body & my hands & my hands touching my body. & maybe that’s all a monster is: a body that’s survived”
— Jasmine C. Bell, from “To Be a Monster,” published in Monstering (via lifeinpoetry)
all of my ocs have religious trauma and some experience with eldritch horror in some capacity
Cyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation, by children being taught mathematical concepts… A graphic representation of data abstracted from banks of every computer in the human system. Unthinkable complexity. Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, receding…
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Luna for @lustyargonianmaid
“Blood has seeped into the bone. Nothing will ever heal me again.”
— Helaena C Moon . instagram . helaena.c.moon
sorry lol didn’t mean to show u my mental illnesses do u still think i’m hot?
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