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In a dream I meet
my dead friend. He has,
I know, gone long and far,
and yet he is the same
for the dead are changeless.
They grow no older.
It is I who have changed,
grown strange to what I was.
my dead friend. He has,
I know, gone long and far,
and yet he is the same
for the dead are changeless.
They grow no older.
It is I who have changed,
grown strange to what I was.
November 15, 2025 at 12:26 AM
In a dream I meet
my dead friend. He has,
I know, gone long and far,
and yet he is the same
for the dead are changeless.
They grow no older.
It is I who have changed,
grown strange to what I was.
my dead friend. He has,
I know, gone long and far,
and yet he is the same
for the dead are changeless.
They grow no older.
It is I who have changed,
grown strange to what I was.
Truly must the gods despise us, each in turn, to have divided us like this…
November 14, 2025 at 10:26 PM
Truly must the gods despise us, each in turn, to have divided us like this…
I woke up in the morning and didn't want anything, didn't do anything, couldn't do it anyway, just lay there listening to the blood rush through me and it never made any sense, anything.
November 14, 2025 at 8:26 PM
I woke up in the morning and didn't want anything, didn't do anything, couldn't do it anyway, just lay there listening to the blood rush through me and it never made any sense, anything.
You cannot catch the river, though it makes you think you can – it trickles through your fingers while you hold it in your hands.
November 14, 2025 at 6:25 PM
You cannot catch the river, though it makes you think you can – it trickles through your fingers while you hold it in your hands.
I used to hate going to the movies alone. That was before the Other and I found each other. Now, I'm never alone. Life doesn't give you many happy endings like that.
November 14, 2025 at 4:26 PM
I used to hate going to the movies alone. That was before the Other and I found each other. Now, I'm never alone. Life doesn't give you many happy endings like that.
You, with the nape that holds my gaze; you, with the tongue that speaks my name; you, with the arms that keep me at length; you, with the heart that won’t show its face…
November 14, 2025 at 2:25 PM
You, with the nape that holds my gaze; you, with the tongue that speaks my name; you, with the arms that keep me at length; you, with the heart that won’t show its face…
You cannot catch the river, though it makes you think you can – it trickles through your fingers while you hold it in your hands.
November 14, 2025 at 12:21 PM
You cannot catch the river, though it makes you think you can – it trickles through your fingers while you hold it in your hands.
If the strain proves too much, give up right away. If the light hurts your eyes, stay in your room all day.
November 14, 2025 at 10:21 AM
If the strain proves too much, give up right away. If the light hurts your eyes, stay in your room all day.
You are breathing patiently; it is a beautiful sound. It is your life, which is so close to my own that I would not know where to drop the knife of separation.
November 14, 2025 at 8:23 AM
You are breathing patiently; it is a beautiful sound. It is your life, which is so close to my own that I would not know where to drop the knife of separation.
Between any two beings there is a unique, uncrossable distance, an unenterable sanctuary. Sometimes it takes the shape of aloneness. Sometimes it takes the shape of love.
November 14, 2025 at 6:21 AM
Between any two beings there is a unique, uncrossable distance, an unenterable sanctuary. Sometimes it takes the shape of aloneness. Sometimes it takes the shape of love.
You were a presence full of light upon this earth, and I am a witness to your life and to its worth.
November 14, 2025 at 4:21 AM
You were a presence full of light upon this earth, and I am a witness to your life and to its worth.
You will now stop blaming the pigeon. It is not the pigeon’s fault. The pigeon was once a dove, and then we built our filthy empire up around it, came to hate it for simply thriving in the midst of our decay, came to hate it for not dying.
November 14, 2025 at 2:21 AM
You will now stop blaming the pigeon. It is not the pigeon’s fault. The pigeon was once a dove, and then we built our filthy empire up around it, came to hate it for simply thriving in the midst of our decay, came to hate it for not dying.
Culber hadn't believed in fate until he and Stamets fell in love, and then he decided it was the one thing in the universe that was meant to be.
November 14, 2025 at 12:21 AM
Culber hadn't believed in fate until he and Stamets fell in love, and then he decided it was the one thing in the universe that was meant to be.
The light is no mystery, the mystery is that there is something to keep the light from passing through.
November 13, 2025 at 10:21 PM
The light is no mystery, the mystery is that there is something to keep the light from passing through.
If they come catch me and arrest me, mid-step, let me go down dancing, let me be the last one left!
November 13, 2025 at 8:22 PM
If they come catch me and arrest me, mid-step, let me go down dancing, let me be the last one left!
It isn't fair, the depth of my looking, the threat of my looking. It's rude to shake a man visible and claim the results.
November 13, 2025 at 6:21 PM
It isn't fair, the depth of my looking, the threat of my looking. It's rude to shake a man visible and claim the results.
If this is how you folks make art, it's fucking depressing.
November 13, 2025 at 4:21 PM
If this is how you folks make art, it's fucking depressing.
“A dream come true.” That's how Eddie thinks of our reunion. But I… don't dream. Wouldn't know. It's “metaphor.” “Figure of speech.” Slowly learning. Slowly.
November 13, 2025 at 2:22 PM
“A dream come true.” That's how Eddie thinks of our reunion. But I… don't dream. Wouldn't know. It's “metaphor.” “Figure of speech.” Slowly learning. Slowly.
I always wanted to die clean and pretty, but I'd be too busy on working days, so I am relieved that the turbulence wasn't forecasted – I couldn't have changed anyways.
November 13, 2025 at 12:21 PM
I always wanted to die clean and pretty, but I'd be too busy on working days, so I am relieved that the turbulence wasn't forecasted – I couldn't have changed anyways.
Then groaning deeply swift-footed Achilles answered her:
“Mother mine, these things the Olympian indeed fulfilled for me;
but what pleasure do I have in them, since my beloved companion died,
Patroclus, whom I revered beyond all companions,
as equal to my own life?”
“Mother mine, these things the Olympian indeed fulfilled for me;
but what pleasure do I have in them, since my beloved companion died,
Patroclus, whom I revered beyond all companions,
as equal to my own life?”
November 13, 2025 at 10:21 AM
Then groaning deeply swift-footed Achilles answered her:
“Mother mine, these things the Olympian indeed fulfilled for me;
but what pleasure do I have in them, since my beloved companion died,
Patroclus, whom I revered beyond all companions,
as equal to my own life?”
“Mother mine, these things the Olympian indeed fulfilled for me;
but what pleasure do I have in them, since my beloved companion died,
Patroclus, whom I revered beyond all companions,
as equal to my own life?”
You’ll never know me, none of you will ever see my face, no matter how much we long to face the unknown, and that’s okay.
November 13, 2025 at 8:21 AM
You’ll never know me, none of you will ever see my face, no matter how much we long to face the unknown, and that’s okay.
We must not look at goblin men,
We must not buy their fruits:
Who knows upon what soil they fed
Their hungry thirsty roots?
We must not buy their fruits:
Who knows upon what soil they fed
Their hungry thirsty roots?
November 13, 2025 at 6:21 AM
We must not look at goblin men,
We must not buy their fruits:
Who knows upon what soil they fed
Their hungry thirsty roots?
We must not buy their fruits:
Who knows upon what soil they fed
Their hungry thirsty roots?
I see the wall you're building around yourself. I've been there. I've let people bang their heads against that same masonry.
November 13, 2025 at 4:20 AM
I see the wall you're building around yourself. I've been there. I've let people bang their heads against that same masonry.
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
November 13, 2025 at 2:21 AM
We have lingered in the chambers of the sea
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
By sea-girls wreathed with seaweed red and brown
Till human voices wake us, and we drown.
They called me Asterion, but they were fools for naming me anything at all.
November 13, 2025 at 12:21 AM
They called me Asterion, but they were fools for naming me anything at all.