passing the time filling my notes app with bad poetry and taking inventory of the blue of my veins instead of doing any of the things that actually need to get done
it’ll all make sense, one day.
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passing the time filling my notes app with bad poetry and taking inventory of the blue of my veins instead of doing any of the things that actually need to get done
it’ll all make sense, one day.
unloved? me? it’s more likely than you think
colourless, like a fallen tear [930 words]
“and if the doors of death should burst open and all the hounds of hell charge forward into the realm of the living, i should care for nothing except that you are by my side as the world burns. let those infernal flames trace the path to our eternity.”
“if love is food for the soul, then i am starving. and i cannot remember a time when i haven’t hungered.”
tragedies hurt less than happy endings because at least in tragedies you don’t envy the outcome unless you’re me and the catharsis brought on by a tragic ending is still more fulfilling than the ceaseless nature of living.
oh, that dreams are the currency of fools, how one wishes to be rich