#aka bugs

[prfctplcs]

yall ever mourn the blogs you used to follow that have deactivated

[effectivness]

why does everything give me anxiety

[rapusodosu]

The Pit and the Pendulum: What do you fear most?

The Pit and the Pendulum: What do you fear most?

I was sick. Sick unto death with that long agony; and when they at length unbound me, I was permitted to sit, I felt my senses were leaving me.

Bistered pinnions encompass the feathery richness of his being when he begins. Coiling and safeguarding that pearly tan that shuddered at the manifestation in mind of something so disfigured and devoid of grace. Yet nature it was. Nature at its most repelling design. Where raven tendrils so withering and emaciated in truth had pricked and tickled along expanses they should never probe. They were the shades of pitch darkness. Misshapen charlatans of a realm that a romantic scorned. A kingdom of twisted pestilence where most had wings of clarity that buzzed when the sky called. Their rickety designs imperilled them, but ever yet could they knock a man of heroism off his podium, off his illustrious stage of oaken song and rhymes. A reverie of pits brimming with these cretins. Scuttering along with the severed strings of a chello, some pitched higher with an awkward clarion fizzle, just bearing their fangs of a circular formation into skin that could not permit their poison. 

"Aranae, pests of all kinds whose bodies are but a grotesque cluster of hell’s strings. Most carrying toxins that I’ve seen my own comrades succumb to. Frozen Nails becoming my greatest fear."