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you, who the world loved so dearly.
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Pray to the God who sharpened the tiger’s teeth,
Who stored the roar in its throat.
Pray to the God who gave you lungs and tongue
To sing and groan and hum.
Who stored the roar in its throat.
Pray to the God who gave you lungs and tongue
To sing and groan and hum.
November 12, 2025 at 11:43 PM
Pray to the God who sharpened the tiger’s teeth,
Who stored the roar in its throat.
Pray to the God who gave you lungs and tongue
To sing and groan and hum.
Who stored the roar in its throat.
Pray to the God who gave you lungs and tongue
To sing and groan and hum.
It’s a beautiful thing when you love somebody, and I love somebody.
November 12, 2025 at 10:41 PM
It’s a beautiful thing when you love somebody, and I love somebody.
If you ever want to go up, just let me know. I'll hoist you up without complaint or torment.
Your ascent may be far from graceful, but your unsightly flailing is very human. Don't you agree?
Your ascent may be far from graceful, but your unsightly flailing is very human. Don't you agree?
November 12, 2025 at 9:39 PM
If you ever want to go up, just let me know. I'll hoist you up without complaint or torment.
Your ascent may be far from graceful, but your unsightly flailing is very human. Don't you agree?
Your ascent may be far from graceful, but your unsightly flailing is very human. Don't you agree?
By the time I recalled that it is also
terrifying, we had gone too far into
the charmed woods to return.
terrifying, we had gone too far into
the charmed woods to return.
November 12, 2025 at 8:36 PM
By the time I recalled that it is also
terrifying, we had gone too far into
the charmed woods to return.
terrifying, we had gone too far into
the charmed woods to return.
Don’t be kind to me, honey, don’t feed me, or I will come back.
November 12, 2025 at 7:33 PM
Don’t be kind to me, honey, don’t feed me, or I will come back.
He tested me like Abraham and said, 'Count the stars uncountable.’
November 12, 2025 at 6:31 PM
He tested me like Abraham and said, 'Count the stars uncountable.’
The rain is speaking quietly,
you can sleep now.
Near my bed, the rustle of newspaper wings.
There are no other angels.
I’ll wake up early and bribe the coming day
to be kind to us.
you can sleep now.
Near my bed, the rustle of newspaper wings.
There are no other angels.
I’ll wake up early and bribe the coming day
to be kind to us.
November 12, 2025 at 5:27 PM
The rain is speaking quietly,
you can sleep now.
Near my bed, the rustle of newspaper wings.
There are no other angels.
I’ll wake up early and bribe the coming day
to be kind to us.
you can sleep now.
Near my bed, the rustle of newspaper wings.
There are no other angels.
I’ll wake up early and bribe the coming day
to be kind to us.
But know that no one masters mysteries until he has consumed his very flesh.
November 12, 2025 at 4:26 PM
But know that no one masters mysteries until he has consumed his very flesh.
‘Let me tell you what I intend,’ I said, jostling my way through the crush until we drew abreast of each other. ‘I am a king and the son of a king; no one on this field will harm you while I am living. Also, you amaze me.’
November 12, 2025 at 3:21 PM
‘Let me tell you what I intend,’ I said, jostling my way through the crush until we drew abreast of each other. ‘I am a king and the son of a king; no one on this field will harm you while I am living. Also, you amaze me.’
Remember me, I ask. Remember me, I sing.
November 12, 2025 at 2:20 PM
Remember me, I ask. Remember me, I sing.
Oh, blood and viscera divine!
November 12, 2025 at 1:15 PM
Oh, blood and viscera divine!
The earth drinks men and their loves like wine, to forget.
It can't.
It can't.
November 12, 2025 at 12:16 PM
The earth drinks men and their loves like wine, to forget.
It can't.
It can't.
with nobody listening we are saying thank you
thank you we are saying and waving
dark though it is
thank you we are saying and waving
dark though it is
November 12, 2025 at 11:15 AM
with nobody listening we are saying thank you
thank you we are saying and waving
dark though it is
thank you we are saying and waving
dark though it is
You’re not a coward, so long as you try to take even one step towards the light.
November 12, 2025 at 10:12 AM
You’re not a coward, so long as you try to take even one step towards the light.
I’m glad at least someone noticed her, even if it was just the remains. Thank you for encouraging me as I kept sinking so awkwardly and helplessly.
November 12, 2025 at 9:10 AM
I’m glad at least someone noticed her, even if it was just the remains. Thank you for encouraging me as I kept sinking so awkwardly and helplessly.
I said: You killed me … and I forgot, like you, to die.
November 12, 2025 at 8:10 AM
I said: You killed me … and I forgot, like you, to die.
It gets dark and then
I feel certain I am going to rise again
If not by faith, then by the sword
I'm going to be restored.
I feel certain I am going to rise again
If not by faith, then by the sword
I'm going to be restored.
November 12, 2025 at 7:06 AM
It gets dark and then
I feel certain I am going to rise again
If not by faith, then by the sword
I'm going to be restored.
I feel certain I am going to rise again
If not by faith, then by the sword
I'm going to be restored.
All rises and falls upon the whim of capricious fortune. Assume your marks upon the stage, and embrace the coming chaos!
November 12, 2025 at 6:01 AM
All rises and falls upon the whim of capricious fortune. Assume your marks upon the stage, and embrace the coming chaos!
You are the green wonder of June, root and quasar, the thirst for salt.
November 12, 2025 at 5:00 AM
You are the green wonder of June, root and quasar, the thirst for salt.
I only
dream of your ankles brushed by dark violets,
of honeybees above you
murmuring into a crown.
dream of your ankles brushed by dark violets,
of honeybees above you
murmuring into a crown.
November 12, 2025 at 3:58 AM
I only
dream of your ankles brushed by dark violets,
of honeybees above you
murmuring into a crown.
dream of your ankles brushed by dark violets,
of honeybees above you
murmuring into a crown.
But you know, when you're carrying something real important around, it's easy to lose sight of where you're going. So stop trying to please everyone before you stumble and seriously hurt yourself, okay?
November 12, 2025 at 2:52 AM
But you know, when you're carrying something real important around, it's easy to lose sight of where you're going. So stop trying to please everyone before you stumble and seriously hurt yourself, okay?
for my sake sail, and never look back, said the looking sand
November 12, 2025 at 1:48 AM
for my sake sail, and never look back, said the looking sand
‘Someday I will have you strangled, Piter.’
‘Of a certainty, Baron. Enfin! But a kind act is never lost, eh?’
‘Of a certainty, Baron. Enfin! But a kind act is never lost, eh?’
November 12, 2025 at 12:43 AM
‘Someday I will have you strangled, Piter.’
‘Of a certainty, Baron. Enfin! But a kind act is never lost, eh?’
‘Of a certainty, Baron. Enfin! But a kind act is never lost, eh?’
Listen to my voice. Listen to our heartbeat. Listen…. I forgive you. I forgive you. I forgive you. In your darkest hour, in the blackest night… think of me… and I will be with you. Always. For where else could I go? Who else could I love but you?
November 11, 2025 at 11:42 PM
Listen to my voice. Listen to our heartbeat. Listen…. I forgive you. I forgive you. I forgive you. In your darkest hour, in the blackest night… think of me… and I will be with you. Always. For where else could I go? Who else could I love but you?
She looked like a dream scrawled across visible reality.
November 11, 2025 at 10:40 PM
She looked like a dream scrawled across visible reality.