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a collection of quotes that remind me of slay the princess. automated via @bluebotsdonequick.com. dm for source
Decay exists as an extant form of life.
January 24, 2026 at 5:48 AM
Decay exists as an extant form of life.
and the universe said that you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code.
January 24, 2026 at 2:48 AM
and the universe said that you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code.
He wanted easy affection and easier sorrows, a family member’s warm embrace curled around his torso, a hold that said look, I am here, I am here and no one can hurt you now. Not even yourself.
January 23, 2026 at 11:47 PM
He wanted easy affection and easier sorrows, a family member’s warm embrace curled around his torso, a hold that said look, I am here, I am here and no one can hurt you now. Not even yourself.
I will love you. Without requisite or deadline, I will love you.
January 23, 2026 at 8:48 PM
I will love you. Without requisite or deadline, I will love you.
and the universe said that you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code.
January 23, 2026 at 5:46 PM
and the universe said that you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code.
Only once you know and respect death can you truly understand the value of life.
January 23, 2026 at 2:48 PM
Only once you know and respect death can you truly understand the value of life.
Humanity itself is meaningless, but “we” gave ourselves meaning.
January 23, 2026 at 11:46 AM
Humanity itself is meaningless, but “we” gave ourselves meaning.
Humanity itself is meaningless, but “we” gave ourselves meaning.
January 23, 2026 at 8:46 AM
Humanity itself is meaningless, but “we” gave ourselves meaning.
You have made a decision. It is the wrong one. I love you.
January 23, 2026 at 5:46 AM
You have made a decision. It is the wrong one. I love you.
If I could do everything, there would be no such thing as a “necessary sacrifice”. I can’t fix the past, but you can still change the present.
January 23, 2026 at 2:46 AM
If I could do everything, there would be no such thing as a “necessary sacrifice”. I can’t fix the past, but you can still change the present.
I'm not smart enough to go to space, this is the closest to touching the night sky I could get. Give me a second chance, please.
January 22, 2026 at 11:46 PM
I'm not smart enough to go to space, this is the closest to touching the night sky I could get. Give me a second chance, please.
I’ve finally understood what remembering every moment in my past means to me. Some memories have burned out, but they left distinct and permanent marks on me all the same.
January 22, 2026 at 8:45 PM
I’ve finally understood what remembering every moment in my past means to me. Some memories have burned out, but they left distinct and permanent marks on me all the same.
I am solitary lights in an empty city. What are you?
January 22, 2026 at 5:45 PM
I am solitary lights in an empty city. What are you?
If over my grave some day thou seest grow,
In the grassy sod, a humble flower.
Draw it to thy lips and kiss my soul so
In the grassy sod, a humble flower.
Draw it to thy lips and kiss my soul so
January 22, 2026 at 2:45 PM
If over my grave some day thou seest grow,
In the grassy sod, a humble flower.
Draw it to thy lips and kiss my soul so
In the grassy sod, a humble flower.
Draw it to thy lips and kiss my soul so
Rain falls a thousand times
No footprints of come-and-go
You who once went by
Where will you belong?
No footprints of come-and-go
You who once went by
Where will you belong?
January 22, 2026 at 11:45 AM
Rain falls a thousand times
No footprints of come-and-go
You who once went by
Where will you belong?
No footprints of come-and-go
You who once went by
Where will you belong?
“The hands that cradled your face and tilted it upwards to kiss your forehead are soaked in unfathomable quantities of blood.”
“But they cradled me, yes?”
“But they cradled me, yes?”
January 22, 2026 at 8:45 AM
“The hands that cradled your face and tilted it upwards to kiss your forehead are soaked in unfathomable quantities of blood.”
“But they cradled me, yes?”
“But they cradled me, yes?”
Dear Mr. or Ms., I’m scared of the uncertain future. These sunny afternoons are perhaps more frightening than a war-torn tomorrow.
January 22, 2026 at 5:45 AM
Dear Mr. or Ms., I’m scared of the uncertain future. These sunny afternoons are perhaps more frightening than a war-torn tomorrow.
Hero… Please don't lie. Especially to yourself. Pretending that you're not hurt or that you don't need help— That kind of lie is very dangerous. You'll only ever be able to get rid of it by being honest about, and with, your feelings.
January 22, 2026 at 2:45 AM
Hero… Please don't lie. Especially to yourself. Pretending that you're not hurt or that you don't need help— That kind of lie is very dangerous. You'll only ever be able to get rid of it by being honest about, and with, your feelings.
You have to understand— I don't want to be doing this. Saving the world doesn't appeal to me. It's pointless!
January 21, 2026 at 11:45 PM
You have to understand— I don't want to be doing this. Saving the world doesn't appeal to me. It's pointless!
and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing.
January 21, 2026 at 8:45 PM
and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing.
It was a song about the grass beneath his feet and the sweet scent of flowers in his lungs. It was a song about war and ruin, and grief and loss, and the nightmares that still managed to take him by surprise even when he was awake, and living anyway.
January 21, 2026 at 5:45 PM
It was a song about the grass beneath his feet and the sweet scent of flowers in his lungs. It was a song about war and ruin, and grief and loss, and the nightmares that still managed to take him by surprise even when he was awake, and living anyway.
Unknown, not even the Buddha and his enlightenment
Could ever understand something that’s already gone and spent
Is it me or is it the world that is the broken one that withers away?
Too late living here the same never was an option anyway
Could ever understand something that’s already gone and spent
Is it me or is it the world that is the broken one that withers away?
Too late living here the same never was an option anyway
January 21, 2026 at 2:42 PM
Unknown, not even the Buddha and his enlightenment
Could ever understand something that’s already gone and spent
Is it me or is it the world that is the broken one that withers away?
Too late living here the same never was an option anyway
Could ever understand something that’s already gone and spent
Is it me or is it the world that is the broken one that withers away?
Too late living here the same never was an option anyway
And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better.
January 21, 2026 at 11:42 AM
And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better.
It’s alright if we forget everything that happened here as long as we can still create new memories. Let’s leave together.
January 21, 2026 at 8:42 AM
It’s alright if we forget everything that happened here as long as we can still create new memories. Let’s leave together.
I had a long, long dream. I dreamed that you and I met again in the pure white world that we created.
January 21, 2026 at 5:42 AM
I had a long, long dream. I dreamed that you and I met again in the pure white world that we created.