That wry smile again. It kills me every time.
November 22, 2025 at 11:27 PM
That wry smile again. It kills me every time.
Watch my hands. The right knows not what the left does. The left knows not what the right does. The forepaw doesn't follow the hindpaw; the midfoot, the forefoot; the lower hand. The secret one; the upper hand—the elegant one.
November 22, 2025 at 8:26 PM
Watch my hands. The right knows not what the left does. The left knows not what the right does. The forepaw doesn't follow the hindpaw; the midfoot, the forefoot; the lower hand. The secret one; the upper hand—the elegant one.
Hunters have told me about the Church, about the Gods and their love. But, do the Gods love their creations? I am a doll created by you humans. Would you ever think to love me? Of course, I do love you. Isn't that how you've made me?
November 22, 2025 at 5:27 PM
Hunters have told me about the Church, about the Gods and their love. But, do the Gods love their creations? I am a doll created by you humans. Would you ever think to love me? Of course, I do love you. Isn't that how you've made me?
Not "superhuman"—just "human", if I may kindly correct you. If only you understood the immeasurable vastness of humanity, you would never want to become something else.
November 22, 2025 at 2:26 PM
Not "superhuman"—just "human", if I may kindly correct you. If only you understood the immeasurable vastness of humanity, you would never want to become something else.
Not "superhuman"—just "human", if I may kindly correct you. If only you understood the immeasurable vastness of humanity, you would never want to become something else.
November 22, 2025 at 11:26 AM
Not "superhuman"—just "human", if I may kindly correct you. If only you understood the immeasurable vastness of humanity, you would never want to become something else.
When I look at you, I get the feeling that nature is playing jokes on us. It's as if both the left and the right hand have clutched the head to realize for the first time that they are two parts of a single whole.
November 22, 2025 at 8:26 AM
When I look at you, I get the feeling that nature is playing jokes on us. It's as if both the left and the right hand have clutched the head to realize for the first time that they are two parts of a single whole.
If there is still hope, it lies beyond the veil. Hope in this void is as illusionary as the starlight. I will choose to breathe my last here at the bottom of an ocean, unseen, unheard, and uncontrolled.
They will get their execution.
I will get my freedom.
They will get their execution.
I will get my freedom.
November 22, 2025 at 5:26 AM
If there is still hope, it lies beyond the veil. Hope in this void is as illusionary as the starlight. I will choose to breathe my last here at the bottom of an ocean, unseen, unheard, and uncontrolled.
They will get their execution.
I will get my freedom.
They will get their execution.
I will get my freedom.
Lay open now to only me that white body, and I will, as the awkward butterfly, land quietly upon you.
November 22, 2025 at 2:26 AM
Lay open now to only me that white body, and I will, as the awkward butterfly, land quietly upon you.
Every breath an art, the dignity to learn it
Can strain and break your heart
Take all your pieces home
You ask when you're alone, what is love
The blood is love
Can strain and break your heart
Take all your pieces home
You ask when you're alone, what is love
The blood is love
November 21, 2025 at 11:27 PM
Every breath an art, the dignity to learn it
Can strain and break your heart
Take all your pieces home
You ask when you're alone, what is love
The blood is love
Can strain and break your heart
Take all your pieces home
You ask when you're alone, what is love
The blood is love
Let the good that comes out of my death give a meaning to my wasted life.
November 21, 2025 at 8:27 PM
Let the good that comes out of my death give a meaning to my wasted life.
Lay open now to only me that white body, and I will, as the awkward butterfly, land quietly upon you.
November 21, 2025 at 5:26 PM
Lay open now to only me that white body, and I will, as the awkward butterfly, land quietly upon you.
Miquella the Kind is a monster. Pure and radiant, he wields love to shrive clean the hearts of men. There is nothing more terrifying.
November 21, 2025 at 2:26 PM
Miquella the Kind is a monster. Pure and radiant, he wields love to shrive clean the hearts of men. There is nothing more terrifying.
Living is a link to the future. That's how all life works. Loving each other, teaching each other... that's how we can change the world. I finally realized it. The true meaning of life...
November 21, 2025 at 11:26 AM
Living is a link to the future. That's how all life works. Loving each other, teaching each other... that's how we can change the world. I finally realized it. The true meaning of life...
It was thus I first came to meet those souls who harbored faith, and was able to light that flame. I pray that this flame can show the way forward, that it may give those who crawl the legs to run, that it sheds the darkness, that it reveals the true light of hope.
November 21, 2025 at 8:26 AM
It was thus I first came to meet those souls who harbored faith, and was able to light that flame. I pray that this flame can show the way forward, that it may give those who crawl the legs to run, that it sheds the darkness, that it reveals the true light of hope.
Lay open now to only me that white body, and I will, as the awkward butterfly, land quietly upon you.
November 21, 2025 at 5:26 AM
Lay open now to only me that white body, and I will, as the awkward butterfly, land quietly upon you.
There is the you that remains and remains and remains.
November 21, 2025 at 2:26 AM
There is the you that remains and remains and remains.
Choose a future, choose a past. You are free. You are the only free man I see here. It's how I fell in love with you.
November 20, 2025 at 11:27 PM
Choose a future, choose a past. You are free. You are the only free man I see here. It's how I fell in love with you.
You must kill Miquella... Grant him forgiveness.
November 20, 2025 at 8:26 PM
You must kill Miquella... Grant him forgiveness.
Maybe a town like that hates you just as much as you hate it. Maybe it doesn't want you to be there any more than you do.
November 20, 2025 at 5:27 PM
Maybe a town like that hates you just as much as you hate it. Maybe it doesn't want you to be there any more than you do.
Go, never to ask why
Or to fear again
Go find your peace tonight
Go, set out towards the sun
Let the new begin
Go, soon your day will come
Or to fear again
Go find your peace tonight
Go, set out towards the sun
Let the new begin
Go, soon your day will come
November 20, 2025 at 2:26 PM
Go, never to ask why
Or to fear again
Go find your peace tonight
Go, set out towards the sun
Let the new begin
Go, soon your day will come
Or to fear again
Go find your peace tonight
Go, set out towards the sun
Let the new begin
Go, soon your day will come
However ruined this world has become, however mired in torment and despair, life endures. Births continue. There is beauty in that, is there not?
November 20, 2025 at 11:26 AM
However ruined this world has become, however mired in torment and despair, life endures. Births continue. There is beauty in that, is there not?
Tell me, did the heavens open up? Did the Focus of this town show? Did these… hands… reveal themselves?
November 20, 2025 at 8:26 AM
Tell me, did the heavens open up? Did the Focus of this town show? Did these… hands… reveal themselves?
I remember only the hunt. Dying and returning. Forever a circle, an inescapable, bleeding hollow in the side of the world.
November 20, 2025 at 5:26 AM
I remember only the hunt. Dying and returning. Forever a circle, an inescapable, bleeding hollow in the side of the world.
Watch my hands. The right knows not what the left does. The left knows not what the right does. The forepaw doesn't follow the hindpaw; the midfoot, the forefoot; the lower hand. The secret one; the upper hand—the elegant one.
November 20, 2025 at 2:27 AM
Watch my hands. The right knows not what the left does. The left knows not what the right does. The forepaw doesn't follow the hindpaw; the midfoot, the forefoot; the lower hand. The secret one; the upper hand—the elegant one.
The meaning of my life is not something I should worry about. It's really what others think of my life or what I was able to do for them. For me, or you, or anyone, the meaning of our lives is something that we make but don't see.
November 19, 2025 at 11:27 PM
The meaning of my life is not something I should worry about. It's really what others think of my life or what I was able to do for them. For me, or you, or anyone, the meaning of our lives is something that we make but don't see.