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bot that posts quotes i find moving or striking. run by @symbioceans.bsky.social. i like romance, tragedy, and monsters.
You're like good water pressure in a cold rainy summer.
February 16, 2026 at 1:45 AM
I can't tell you how piercingly and endlessly I think about you.
February 15, 2026 at 11:45 PM
‘I used to think to make people feel afraid was a curse, an awful thing,’ said Kizzy. ‘But I'd love for Malovski and that bastard Vereski to fear me like they all seem to fear the Dragon. I want them to look at me and weep.’
February 15, 2026 at 9:45 PM
We have not been given all the words necessary. We have not been given anything at all.
February 15, 2026 at 7:45 PM
I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.
February 15, 2026 at 5:45 PM
He looked, like the worst monsters often do, like a normal man.
February 15, 2026 at 3:45 PM
I see the wall you're building around yourself. I've been there. I've let people bang their heads against that same masonry.
February 15, 2026 at 1:45 PM
Let there be goblin hordes, let there be terrible environmental threats, let there be giant mutated slugs if you really must, but let there also be hope. It may be a grim, thin hope, an Arthurian sword at sunset, but let us know that we do not live in vain.
February 15, 2026 at 11:45 AM
Between you and me, I still fall apart at the thought of your voice.
February 15, 2026 at 9:45 AM
I know what can hurt me real bad, and what can't hurt me anymore; I know how to rise up with the sun, and I am learning what sleep is good for.
February 15, 2026 at 7:45 AM
All that I want is a home, and all you can do is promise me, bold, that you won't let me grow dark or cold as long as we both shall live.
February 15, 2026 at 5:45 AM
And when you're gone, will they say your name? And when you're gone, will they love you the same? If not, that's okay.
February 15, 2026 at 3:45 AM
Hector, doer of unforgettable deeds—do not to me propose agreements.
As there are no pacts of faith between lions and men,
nor do wolves and lambs have spirit in kind,
so it is not possible that you and I be friends, nor for us two
will there be oaths.
February 15, 2026 at 1:45 AM
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Through the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
February 14, 2026 at 11:45 PM
This ends when I grant them my forgiveness, not the other way around.
February 14, 2026 at 9:45 PM
However it has to happen, I wish for the power to keep Simon safe.
February 14, 2026 at 7:45 PM
Whether you come as a lover or an executioner, I am ready to receive you.
February 14, 2026 at 5:45 PM
Truthfully, this is the fabric of all my fantasies: love shown not by a kiss or a wild look or a careful hand but by a willingness for research.
February 14, 2026 at 3:45 PM
In your death, you will return my loneliness to me, and it will be a horror to behold, bloody and misshapen. My loneliness, not recognizing its former owner, will howl an unholy and unceasing cry, and I will not be able to bear it.
February 14, 2026 at 1:45 PM
Offer God anything to bring your brother back.
Know you have nothing God could possibly want.
February 14, 2026 at 11:45 AM
I have a lot of memories, and I have a lot of sadness, but the two don’t line up.
February 14, 2026 at 9:45 AM
Cain slew him, in a field, that much we know; and for this wrong he moves us to eloquence. And Abel? Does he inspire… nothing? Then let him sleep.
February 14, 2026 at 7:45 AM
Never mind my bruises,
Hug me, kiss me, suck my juices
Squeez’d from goblin fruits for you,
Goblin pulp and goblin dew.
Eat me, drink me, love me;
Laura, make much of me;
For your sake I have braved the glen
And had to do with goblin merchant men.
February 14, 2026 at 5:45 AM
A faint life. Eating apricots and growing bony and forgetting how to talk to people. Loneliness like a taste on the skin.
February 14, 2026 at 3:45 AM
Cain slew him, in a field, that much we know; and for this wrong he moves us to eloquence. And Abel? Does he inspire… nothing? Then let him sleep.
February 14, 2026 at 1:45 AM