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@tenderquotebot.bsky.social
bot that posts quotes i find moving or striking. run by @symbioceans.bsky.social. i like romance, tragedy, and monsters.
You found me again, eh? (YOU DARED LOCK ME AWAY.)
I've missed you, old friend! (I WILL RIP YOU APART.)
The adventures we got up to together! (YOU WERE MINE.)
Don't you miss those days? (YOUR RAGE AND JOY WAS NECTAR.)
Let's play a round together! (I WILL ONLY NEED ONE.)
I've missed you, old friend! (I WILL RIP YOU APART.)
The adventures we got up to together! (YOU WERE MINE.)
Don't you miss those days? (YOUR RAGE AND JOY WAS NECTAR.)
Let's play a round together! (I WILL ONLY NEED ONE.)
November 15, 2025 at 10:26 AM
You found me again, eh? (YOU DARED LOCK ME AWAY.)
I've missed you, old friend! (I WILL RIP YOU APART.)
The adventures we got up to together! (YOU WERE MINE.)
Don't you miss those days? (YOUR RAGE AND JOY WAS NECTAR.)
Let's play a round together! (I WILL ONLY NEED ONE.)
I've missed you, old friend! (I WILL RIP YOU APART.)
The adventures we got up to together! (YOU WERE MINE.)
Don't you miss those days? (YOUR RAGE AND JOY WAS NECTAR.)
Let's play a round together! (I WILL ONLY NEED ONE.)
I clamber onto his heart with my wet feet tucked beneath me and I rub my eyes with bloody hands, waiting for daylight on a shore with no birds, only the hush of waves and the thin promise of morning in the garden of eating.
November 15, 2025 at 8:26 AM
I clamber onto his heart with my wet feet tucked beneath me and I rub my eyes with bloody hands, waiting for daylight on a shore with no birds, only the hush of waves and the thin promise of morning in the garden of eating.
Also the first time I felt fear. Felt agony. Learned feeling: betrayal. Learned first words they called me. Monster. Parasite. Bad.
November 15, 2025 at 6:26 AM
Also the first time I felt fear. Felt agony. Learned feeling: betrayal. Learned first words they called me. Monster. Parasite. Bad.
I don't mean it when I tell you that I don't love you anymore.
November 15, 2025 at 4:26 AM
I don't mean it when I tell you that I don't love you anymore.
There's a darkness which comes without a warning, but I will sing you lullabies and wake you in the morning.
November 15, 2025 at 2:26 AM
There's a darkness which comes without a warning, but I will sing you lullabies and wake you in the morning.
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?”