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Shitty doodle page of wooden beetle okay gnight
Through their Love they saw the mystery of the world’s equilibrium, and that they themselves were a symbol and expression of this balance. Two triangles united in them into a six-pointed star. Two magnets melted into an ellipsis. They were two. The third was the Unknown Future. The three made One.
P. D. OUSPENSKY — The Symbolism of the Tarot, cited in A Dark Muse: A History of the Occult [Ed. Gary Lashman], (2004)
The distance between us is shackles upon my wrists. I find myself within a shrinking skull each time you vanish. These four walls are a sponge, drinking in the very sap of my life. The stench of burning lingers — the Reaper has knocked upon the door. I seize every sound, every scent: I must feel you, lest I be ground into dust. Are you still uncertain of me? Remain by my side, always. You are my tomorrow.
tires spit gravel as he pulls in a little fast, the house unchanged from the day he left it. windows were sealed, paint dulled by years that had passed without him, and there was already a woman waiting on the front lawn. shit, he exhales to himself, his chest tightening because he was late, but in his defense he didn't want to be here at all. he was halfway out of the car, apology already forming, when the angle of her face caught his attention and made him pause. the clock suddenly dialed back until he was seventeen again with grass stains on his jeans and his father's voice in his head. he recognized her not as the talented art dealer his attorney had promised, but as liz from a few houses down. older now, but standing where she once hovered with a sweating glass of lemonade. " my flight was delayed. " his hand stalled midair, his name lodged in his throat. did he really need to introduce himself? " i got here as quickly as i could. " / @driftse
trc graphic novel stills holy shit never kill yourself… so fucking good
𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺, 𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘮, 𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵?