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bot that posts quotes i find moving or striking. run by @symbioceans.bsky.social. i like romance, tragedy, and monsters.
I want to be its companion. I want it in my old age to carry my song back to its den. As the rain drinks itself from the windowsill I beseech thee unspeakable thing, make use of me.
January 1, 2026 at 1:30 PM
I want to be its companion. I want it in my old age to carry my song back to its den. As the rain drinks itself from the windowsill I beseech thee unspeakable thing, make use of me.
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.
January 1, 2026 at 11:30 AM
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.
You're the sun; you've never seen the night, but you hear its song from the morning birds. Well, I'm not the moon. I'm not even a star.
January 1, 2026 at 9:33 AM
You're the sun; you've never seen the night, but you hear its song from the morning birds. Well, I'm not the moon. I'm not even a star.
Grief is an amputation, but hope is incurable hemophilia: you bleed and bleed and bleed.
January 1, 2026 at 7:30 AM
Grief is an amputation, but hope is incurable hemophilia: you bleed and bleed and bleed.
Whatever I am, I'm always here. Visit if you want. But don't stay too long. It's time to make new memories. Time to live the life you still have.
January 1, 2026 at 5:30 AM
Whatever I am, I'm always here. Visit if you want. But don't stay too long. It's time to make new memories. Time to live the life you still have.
You're unfinished, but I can see his touch in your design. You're beautiful like he was.
January 1, 2026 at 3:30 AM
You're unfinished, but I can see his touch in your design. You're beautiful like he was.
The stone is cracked, split, jagged. The hawk would have been safe if it had stayed, but that isn't what hawks do.
January 1, 2026 at 1:30 AM
The stone is cracked, split, jagged. The hawk would have been safe if it had stayed, but that isn't what hawks do.
Make your mind quiet. Find the part that knows where your Other is. The part that pulls like a tiny string. Follow it. Follow it and don't let go.
December 31, 2025 at 11:30 PM
Make your mind quiet. Find the part that knows where your Other is. The part that pulls like a tiny string. Follow it. Follow it and don't let go.
Who asked you if you want to be loved by me? Who died and made you in charge of who loves who?
December 31, 2025 at 9:34 PM
Who asked you if you want to be loved by me? Who died and made you in charge of who loves who?
Some call us heroes and some call us fools, and all say we’re destined for defeat—but damn their eyes, if I must die at least I can do it on my feet!
December 31, 2025 at 7:30 PM
Some call us heroes and some call us fools, and all say we’re destined for defeat—but damn their eyes, if I must die at least I can do it on my feet!
He could see her webbed fingers now. For all it mattered, the whole of the revival boat could see them. They could curse her and damn her and throw her into the sea, and it would not matter at all, because that had always been where she would end up.
December 31, 2025 at 5:30 PM
He could see her webbed fingers now. For all it mattered, the whole of the revival boat could see them. They could curse her and damn her and throw her into the sea, and it would not matter at all, because that had always been where she would end up.
The loftiest place is that seat of grace
For which all worldlings try:
But who would stand in hempen band
Upon a scaffold high,
And through a murderer's collar take
His last look at the sky?
For which all worldlings try:
But who would stand in hempen band
Upon a scaffold high,
And through a murderer's collar take
His last look at the sky?
December 31, 2025 at 3:30 PM
The loftiest place is that seat of grace
For which all worldlings try:
But who would stand in hempen band
Upon a scaffold high,
And through a murderer's collar take
His last look at the sky?
For which all worldlings try:
But who would stand in hempen band
Upon a scaffold high,
And through a murderer's collar take
His last look at the sky?
I had to find Louis. I had to talk to him. In fact, after reading his account of things, I ached for him, ached for his romantic illusions, and even his dishonesty. I ached even for his gentlemanly malice and his physical presence, the deceptively soft sound of his voice.
December 31, 2025 at 1:30 PM
I had to find Louis. I had to talk to him. In fact, after reading his account of things, I ached for him, ached for his romantic illusions, and even his dishonesty. I ached even for his gentlemanly malice and his physical presence, the deceptively soft sound of his voice.
We're nothing but our shackles, but our chains are weapons too.
December 31, 2025 at 11:30 AM
We're nothing but our shackles, but our chains are weapons too.
I wish there was more light, I wish there was less blood; I wish you could see the look of relief on my face, Theseus.
December 31, 2025 at 9:33 AM
I wish there was more light, I wish there was less blood; I wish you could see the look of relief on my face, Theseus.
Sweet mother, I cannot weave – slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl.
December 31, 2025 at 7:30 AM
Sweet mother, I cannot weave – slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl.
Some things you will remember. Some things stay sweet forever.
December 31, 2025 at 5:30 AM
Some things you will remember. Some things stay sweet forever.
My life was in my own hands, now, beating faintly, too small yet for anyone to notice. I cupped freedom to my breast. I would feed it, I would love it; it would grow big enough to carry me away.
December 31, 2025 at 3:30 AM
My life was in my own hands, now, beating faintly, too small yet for anyone to notice. I cupped freedom to my breast. I would feed it, I would love it; it would grow big enough to carry me away.
If you would join me, I'd rather be on the run with you than safe with anyone else.
December 31, 2025 at 1:30 AM
If you would join me, I'd rather be on the run with you than safe with anyone else.
There are dreams that cannot be, and there are storms we cannot weather.
December 30, 2025 at 11:30 PM
There are dreams that cannot be, and there are storms we cannot weather.
You have to believe me. Nobody else on this whole damn planet does or ever will. You’re my one in five billion.
December 30, 2025 at 9:33 PM
You have to believe me. Nobody else on this whole damn planet does or ever will. You’re my one in five billion.
You try to warn him, you tell him you will want to get inside him, and ruin him, but he doesn't listen. You do this, you do. You take the things you love and tear them apart or you pin them down with your body and pretend they're yours.
December 30, 2025 at 7:30 PM
You try to warn him, you tell him you will want to get inside him, and ruin him, but he doesn't listen. You do this, you do. You take the things you love and tear them apart or you pin them down with your body and pretend they're yours.
The morning sun reverberated from the bronze sword. There was no longer even a vestige of blood. “Would you believe it, Ariadne?” said Theseus. “The Minotaur scarcely defended himself.”
December 30, 2025 at 5:30 PM
The morning sun reverberated from the bronze sword. There was no longer even a vestige of blood. “Would you believe it, Ariadne?” said Theseus. “The Minotaur scarcely defended himself.”
His eyes were the last shade of brown before black, color of coffee, and just now neither grim nor sad but wonderstruck. He was all soft-side-up for a change. And unplucked there on his mouth were kisses like lowhanging fruit, ripe and deeply pink.
December 30, 2025 at 3:30 PM
His eyes were the last shade of brown before black, color of coffee, and just now neither grim nor sad but wonderstruck. He was all soft-side-up for a change. And unplucked there on his mouth were kisses like lowhanging fruit, ripe and deeply pink.
Listeners, I… What do I say here? I wish things could've gone differently, obviously. That is obviously what I wish. But they didn't. What is the use of nostalgia for what didn't happen when we have to live with what did?
December 30, 2025 at 1:30 PM
Listeners, I… What do I say here? I wish things could've gone differently, obviously. That is obviously what I wish. But they didn't. What is the use of nostalgia for what didn't happen when we have to live with what did?