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genes miopes astigmáticos deficientes de atención
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𝟑. 𝐥𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐨𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐭
your father was a drunk and now you fear that everything you love will end up consuming you. desires taste of sin and shame –you are your father's daughter. you practice the penance of fasting from the things that bring you joy, terrified of the immensity of that hunger and thirst entangled deep within. what you touch you corrupt, so cut your own hands and sew your mouth and scratch your eyes out because you will not be your father, you say. but you already are. why else would you bite the hand that feeds you? you call yourself a martyr and expect the altars because your grief is perpetual and its weight unfathomable; you bear it with such honour that praise must be due. you yearn for a saint to idolise with endless devotion and to loathe forevermore. someone has to take the fall. you look inward and see only charcoal and rot: what you seek to hide and long to be forgiven. this is what you know. this is what you do. at the end of the day, you’re still a frightened child waiting by the door. (they tell you over and over again that for someone to love you, you must love yourself first. how do you learn to be worthy of anything else, of something more, when the only kindness you've ever known is that of regretful eyes and forgotten vows? to be seen is to be tear apart.) you lock yourself away biding in shackles, just as your father keeps his best bottles in the liquor cabinet.
November 15, 2025 at 10:59 AM
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a mi me hizo ilusión mencioname cuando quieras
November 13, 2025 at 10:31 PM
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𝟐. 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐭
as the last card is drawn, whatever will come to be has already been named. that's not how it happens. it will be too late when you realise; you will already be tainted to the core. golden child, raven king, god of the woods, when will you learn that there’s no heroes, only daredevils? the price of a myth is that you will never live to tell your own. that's not how it happens. what will kill you first, the tar chocking your lungs or your potential? that's not how it happens. your first kiss is the sting. mute. in the womb of the earth the light dares not look. blind. no sound in the depths except the buzzing, ever louder. deaf. there is a hand that seeks you but cannot find you, or so they say. blood calls to blood without eyes or teeth. roots tangled around the fingers digging, pulling. you ache and you burn in conviction, that rescue is buried in the bones of the one you call out to in dreams. loyalty is a dog that always returns to its master. that's not how it happens. from the table, The Death stares back at you.
November 4, 2025 at 9:19 PM
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𝟏. 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞
on the last day it will be me and my wraith. on the last day my wraith and i; a memory and its absence. (so tell me: if no one can bear witness, does it make me an archivist or a fraud?) the envoy leads straight ways by truth and will try to make light conversation. “when everything you had and everything you did become nothing, what remains?” the final trial will claim what is owed. this too is absolute. “if i get to choose, might my greater achievement be this: i’m closer to the purpose of my making than i ever was and i’ll ever be.” (the lot is cast.) my wraith will show me nothing but a voice like that of a jackal: all fangs and honey. their stagnant water stillness promises to swallow me if i slip. “do you not fear God? these transgressions are your condemnation. do you dare to speak of Him without prudery?” “what would He punish me for?” and because it is written, because that is how the story must be and not otherwise, i’ll drink the sour wine. i’ll say: “God may be God, but so am I.” the sword will cut my throat before i get to feel the edge; blood will stain this holy blade, the unblemished hands of my death never the same since then. “shall no one deceived me with empty words, for because of these things the wrath of God comes upon the sons of disobedience. insolent child! you hypocrite of a faithless, how come that you deluded yourself into believing you are His equal? what are you, to takes His name in vain? what are you?” my last words will be mine ­and mine alone. “I am as He is; both beginning and end.”
November 3, 2025 at 7:54 PM
ninavaughan.bsky.es
tienes que venir a madrid a que te cocine yo el ramen migle..... si no no es lo mismo
November 3, 2025 at 9:42 AM
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tú eres la que más usa mis servicios de astróloga tengo sello de aprobación de Nadia
October 27, 2025 at 2:10 PM
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mis combos fav son leo+geminis (goat) tauro+virgo aries+leo libra+sag y por algún motivo también funciona muy bien acuario+virgo
October 27, 2025 at 1:55 PM
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en la tercera sois super amiguitos me encanta...
August 30, 2025 at 1:21 PM
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anyways id a ver superman no is arrepentireis
August 2, 2025 at 12:15 PM
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es que somos muy de nuestra casa... viajar super guay pero como en casa en ningún sitio
June 23, 2025 at 12:25 PM
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HOLA
June 8, 2025 at 2:22 PM
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deberían pedir carnet para comprar la entrada lo siento mucho si eres de uk no puedes venir
June 8, 2025 at 2:20 PM
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putos guiris de mierda te lo juro no me podía creer la caradura y la mala educación
June 8, 2025 at 11:50 AM