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THE BACHELOR, of pathologic.
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@thanatologic
𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐂 ... 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝗪𝐀𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝗪𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄.
THE BACHELOR, of pathologic.
ABOUT. RULES.
@thanatologic Grapes are easy to acquire and easy to eat.
If you say anything else on this topic, I’m going to murder you.
Marya Hornbacher, Madness: A Bipolar Life // Ocean Vuong, Night Sky with Exit Wounds // Robin McKinley, Deerskin
Anne Carson, Autobiography of Red
[text ID: Under the seams runs the pain. end ID]
A burning hill // Mitski
the double image, anne sexton from the complete poems written c. 1960
[text ID: Ugly angels spoke to me. The blame, I heard them say, was mine. end ID]
Tired of struggling against destruction.
Anaïs Nin, from Fire (via virginiewoolf)
Claudia Rankine, from “There was a time”, Don’t Let Me Be Lonely
[text ID: He was breaking or broken. Or, to be more precise, he looked to me like someone understanding his aloneness. Loneliness. /end ID]
“there is no exquisite beauty… without some strangeness” — Edgar Allan Poe.
the song of achilles, madeline miller // the fall, alan stephens foster // nowergian wood, haruki murakami
[ID 3 images:
1. text: “and speak to all who pass: he lived and died, and lives again in memory.”
2. A close-up of a painting titled “the fall”. It depicts two figures falling, one leaping to grab onto the other.
3. text: “I want you always to remember me. Will you remember that I existed, and that I stood next to you here like this?” end ID]
@dieverge: ❛ the only difference between fear & anticipation is the outcome. ❜
FROM: ONE SENTENCE POETRY / OPEN.
❛ I’D DISAGREE. ❜ words have conviction - he is a doctor in both practice and in language, tone cutting and clinical. always eager to voice his opinion, no matter the other’s distaste, daniil continues. ❛ fear... anticipation... it’s more about how one frames the horror in question. does one fear change, for example, or anticipate it, craving it like a dog to meat? anyone can morph their fear into anticipation - and vice versa - with the right words, even before the results of the event are concluded. ❜
@petalsburst: ❛ everything that defines me is nothing that i am. ❜ imagine the interaction
FROM: ONE SENTENCE POETRY / OPEN.
IT STARTS LIKE THIS: a friendly conversation, gloved fingers flicking the pages of a heavy thanatology book, an admittance of things that make up a personhood. the identity, so deeply intertwined in social spaces moreso than in one’s own head. tell me this, doctor: who is the self crafted for?
hand goes to rest on chin, head tilting to ponder a response. ❛ our social personas are different than how we perceive ourselves, but i understand your sentiment. do correct me if i misinterpret, but you’re in belief that the things that make up your selfhood aren’t an accurate representation of you, yes? i can’t offer you much in terms of advice, but i can reassure you that everyone you have ever met struggles with this dissonance as well. you certainly aren’t alone in this sentiment. perhaps your insecurities - that of which are much more easier to spot compared to someone else’s perception - stop you from being able to see that you truly are what defines you. or perhaps you must change that definition entirely, mold it until you yourself are happy within your own body and mind. ❜
𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘.
i’ve gathered all of these from tumblr , therefore i don’t take credit for any of these & they will only be used in the purpose of role - playing. feel free to change pronouns if you feel it to be necessary & remember to reblog from the source if you aren’t going to send something in to the person who reblogged this.
❛ i am only human , but i am also human. ❜
❛ you only love me in the dark. ❜
❛ where are you & do you think of me ? ❜
❛ i’d rather live in a world full of white noise than spend a moment in silence. ❜
❛ i’ve always been so careful to not let anybody down that i never noticed i was giving up on myself. ❜
❛ i can be bold , because i have you with me always. ❜
❛ i’d breathe but i don’t want to wake butterflies in my lungs. ❜
❛ i’d light myself on fire if it meant you were warm. ❜
❛ my heart is set of gritted teeth & bleeding gums. ❜
❛ it’s foolish to hope you’re thinking of me. ❜
❛ saving you meant losing myself & i would do that till the end of time. ❜
❛ what happens to you when i have nothing left to lose ? ❜
❛ it’s a lonely world & i just want someone to love. ❜
❛ i broke my own heart when i fell for you. ❜
❛ i don’t want to be saved. ❜
❛ even the thought of you feels like wind beneath my wings. ❜
❛ i always wanted to start a revolution , so i started one within myself. ❜
❛ i hope you felt it when my heart broke. ❜
❛ i am a walking lie. ❜
❛ there is a sound at the door & it’s never you , so why bother answering ? ❜
❛ one look at you & my heart leapt & now you’re stuck in my head again. ❜
❛ even the silence is too much. ❜
❛ point the gun at me , what’s it like to be free ? ❜
❛ the only difference between fear & anticipation is the outcome. ❜
❛ i wanted you to hurt me & i got what i asked for. ❜
❛ i hope to god you hate me ; i can’t stand the thought of you still missing me. ❜
❛ i break in silence so no one will worry over someone like me. ❜
❛ everything that defines me is nothing that i am. ❜
𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋𝐒, 𝐁𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐇? an angel is a nightmare. their purpose is to instill primal, oppressive horror. i think if angels existed, they’d resemble a divine pillar of light — from the heavens to the earth. devoid of anything remotely human.
hey. fuck you
ok (turns into this and never turns back)
i jst remembered i have to make icons again but it’s fine i already draw too much of danya <3