Lit By Void Skies
@bloomsinthevoid.bsky.social
to know is to feel,
to feel is to know.
what speaks to you, in this place, traveler?
are you looking for something?
perhaps it is already within you.
(main: @sumirewitch.bsky.social)
to feel is to know.
what speaks to you, in this place, traveler?
are you looking for something?
perhaps it is already within you.
(main: @sumirewitch.bsky.social)
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Mechanic girlfriend who backs her robot gf's memories up every night so that when she finally fixes the memory reset bug she can upload the memories of their whole life together 💞
October 12, 2024 at 3:43 PM
Mechanic girlfriend who backs her robot gf's memories up every night so that when she finally fixes the memory reset bug she can upload the memories of their whole life together 💞
Finding the answer to the question that wasn't even presented, how astute of you. Though, self-sacrifice with the expectation of reciprocation is to indebt, and self-sacrifice without reciprocation given is to simply make oneself a martyr. The very final piece is kinship, little one. Solidarity.
October 3, 2024 at 5:48 AM
Finding the answer to the question that wasn't even presented, how astute of you. Though, self-sacrifice with the expectation of reciprocation is to indebt, and self-sacrifice without reciprocation given is to simply make oneself a martyr. The very final piece is kinship, little one. Solidarity.
What was more broken then? The fragments of dolls that made their way to her doorstep? Or the witch who needed to tear herself apart to find meaning?
October 3, 2024 at 5:31 AM
What was more broken then? The fragments of dolls that made their way to her doorstep? Or the witch who needed to tear herself apart to find meaning?
She would take a piece, match it to another, and unravel just enough of herself to bind them together in an act of self-sacrificial kintsugi. The broken thing is more beautiful. She is frayed. She can't stop. Broken thing after broken thing. If she stopped, then she would lose all purpose.
October 3, 2024 at 5:31 AM
She would take a piece, match it to another, and unravel just enough of herself to bind them together in an act of self-sacrificial kintsugi. The broken thing is more beautiful. She is frayed. She can't stop. Broken thing after broken thing. If she stopped, then she would lose all purpose.