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"you look sad and tired" well, I am
*girls when it is literally eating away at their psyche* whatever
forgive me lord for I have imagined a life far more soft and tender than the one you created for me
wont know how much you miss em
until they're right in front of you
after almost ten years of separation
estranged from the only familiar place
the source of all this madness streaming from my mind
seeking bodies and admiration to feel connected
a sense of purpose once thriving, choked, died
to be resurrected, regarded a god amidst the insurrection
lay in bed with lucy and karma and a fist full of temptation
my greatest weakness is restraint
who should regret a midnight plunge into a miniature lake?
who would reject hands that illuminate the parts of us that have withered?
are we getting old or is it just the end of our shift?
burn this frame to return back to the larger one
taking memories with us wherever we go
if ever we go
before the birds start tweeting
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i irritate myself too ur not special
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“Do you ever miss yourself? The person you were before you had your first heartbreak or before you got betrayed by a person you trusted?”
— Unknown
How are we doing today ladies. Are we still losing it. Are we going completely insane
worrying is like worshipping the problem
and brother i’m on my knees
thanks for the warmup folks
listen I know it's heartbreaking that Claudia dies and it's understandable to wish she didn't, but let's please not accuse the writers of fridging her. to do so is a fundamental misunderstanding of the story and is frankly insulting to the intelligence and skill of the writers of the show.
Claudia's death, and the overwhelming grief and regret her parents experience because of it, is quite literally the point of the entire story. she dies because Anne's daughter Michele died of leukemia when she was five years old and there was nothing she or her husband could do to prevent it.
writing IWTV was how Anne coped with the unimaginable loss of a parent losing her child. she created a story about a little girl that could not die and then killed her anyway. Claudia's death is a senseless, unavoidable tragedy, just like Michele's was. the grief that haunts Louis and Lestat for the rest of their lives is the same grief that haunted Anne and her husband.
so when you're accusing people of killing Claudia off to benefit a story about two men, please remember that in real life sometimes parents lose their children. please remember Michele Rice.
she's the reason Claudia exists.
she's also the reason Claudia cannot be saved.
--"weeping, watching the Madonna weep" inspired by chapter titles from Pictures and Tears: A History of People Who Have Cried in Front of Paintings
I stopped believing in anything-- in your tears, I see seaweed seamlessly float as colorful fish lose their scales and their bones are catching onto shipwrecks. They tried to find your treasure and failed; they took their scraps and cast lots on their survival.
But how would you survive this wretched world, oh mother of sorrows? Why do you stare at us, asking for answers when we rush around in circles trying to find something that never existed?
The knots are untied, but the conundrum is not solved. I hold a sword to sever the threads, but my palms grow clammy, and sweat builds on the hilt. You watch and tremble in your golden finery-- seven swords have already cut through your starry chest-- what would another one do other than make you remember how you cradled your son?
You and I--we're both helpless. You and I--we both watch goldfish die in our hands, but do not bear to save them, for doing so would allow amnesia to reign, mocking our heavy hearts. --Elda Mengisto
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Billy Butcher: cunt.
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