#eury in my inbox guys...

[forflightlessbirds]

plaguing ur inbox for shits and giggles ('shits and giggles? do not shit and giggle')

milkyway chocolate > cadbury

YAY YAY i love you in my inbox

DISAGREEEEED the consistency of cadbury is superior and i love melting it down

[forflightlessbirds]

we learned about the soul in my religious theory class today—dyou think a soul is tangible or intangible? can a soul be defined as all the things we say or do, or is it something non-visible that moves within us

souls are something interesting to me. sometimes i think that a soul can be seen on you. pouring out of every crack and window that you open, flashing every time you blink, visible to everyone but you. an outpour of colour and shapes and sounds every time you speak or move or take a breath. especially when you cry. even more when you laugh. when your fists are clenched. when you lower your head, it roars from your ribcage and up through your neck like a spear, face obscured.

sometimes, i think souls can only be seen in art. sometimes, i think that when i draw someone, i see their soul. my boyfriend has an explosion in the front of his skull; i can just about see the features behind it, gold and royal blue, but his eyes are the same as always. (different colours, they are; one greener, one bluer, both brown, both beautiful.) some of my friends have souls that rest in their chests; some, in their arms, legs, heads, and stomachs. it's rarely in the eyes, i feel. i never was good at eyes. i always draw them glowing, melting, crystallised, blooming, leaking down a face. sometimes, i think that a soul can only be put down into tangibility by someone who understands both the soul and the method it would prefer to be shown.

they rest in places in the body, i think. mine is in my chest, most of the time: when i look for it, i find a landscape of a forest that borders a beach. it's bright and airy and slightly bittersweet. warm, like the weather in the country i was born in. maybe it's not that, though. maybe i just want my soul to feel like home. maybe i want it to belong here, even if the rest of me doesn't.

i won't pretend to know if i have a soul. if anyone does. but i think that they're beautiful. that they're colours and memories, shapes and sounds, old laughter on the wind, a serrated knife, a hand clutched tight in my own. whatever it is that i see when i think of someone's soul, i know that it's beautiful. maybe i'm just an optimist.

[forflightlessbirds]

sometimes i think about graves so much. who is it there to comfort? us, the living -- to know our loves are protected, even if it's by flimsy wood and the cheap stench of casket makeup, or the dead...from something else

i would always say the dead. being alone in the dirt isn't quite what happens, is it? there are so many lives down there, so many minds and thoughts and humming glowing hearts. it's a little obnoxious to the newly dead. they prefer to hear the cacophony through the walls, listen to their neighbors' revelry with envy and annoyance both. it will fade into a tired complacency, and then settle into routine eventually, any pocket of emptiness seeming terrifyingly large. that's why they don't like to be dug up, see? the quiet air hurts once you're used to the noise of dirt.

the coffins will rot when the dead are ready. once they agree, the wood will mold and dampen, creeping into the dirt like everything does. the body will be eaten by the joy of a million tiny lives, and the soul will be more than enough to share with every hungry mouth. it's something bigger than itself, now. don't you see? this is what they wanted. and it is so, so alive. every soul will live on in a thousand others. who said they had to be human? reincarnation is not in the hands of any god: it belongs to the worms.

[forflightlessbirds]

HELLO THIS IS EURY I AM ALIVE. currently not using my old blog anymore (i made this one just to check up on u but i am not sure if that would be welcome since time has moved like sluggish water) but i love you!!! and i do miss you dearly. i made a drawing at the hospital and it was literally us - u, me, pear but as frogs - AND IT WAS SO CUTE I GOT LIKE SO MANY COMPLIMENTSSS!! fun fact for the inbox did u know theres like. 25000 quarts of human saliva in a person's body. and when u kiss someone u give some of that to them along with ur skin cells. so ur LITERALLY giving a piee of urself to them and its so CUTE MISS U AND OTHER FATHER PADRE all my love (not the noah kahan song) eury-pookie-potpourri

EURY. EURY HOLY FUCKING SHIT EURY. sorry i saw this notification in my inbox and almost started crying. like. holy shit that's my daughter

i'm so glad you're alive hon. genuinely not a day has gone by that i haven't thought about (and cried over) you. grabbing you by the metaphysical shoulders and going Holy shit hello

I LOVE YOU. i love you i love you i love you and i missed you and your other father missed you and every cell in my body has been humming at a distinctly non-eury shaped wavelength. i missed this

AMAZING FUN FACT?? sharing pieces of myself with my boyfriend bit by bit until we're back to our original forms and no longer split-aparts

you're ALWAYS welcome here. with open arms. missed you golden girl. hope you're okay (or better than before)

[forflightlessbirds]

ok so. martin is so gay. and jon is also so gay. and. do they end up together. please say they do. i am not okay WHY CANT THEY BE HAPPY somebody restrain me sedate me before I FROTH AT THE MO-

*gets shot by the plotline*

they were happy for a time. however happy someone can be in an apocalypse of their own creation. kill bill!

[forflightlessbirds]

CHJOMP.GRRRR

would you rather :

•watch as the person you loved turned into something Other, beyond yours or their comprehension and follow them blindly into it

•go back to the beginning and change the entire narrative just to save your doomed Other partner or

•Be A Normal Fucking Person Who Doesn't End Up Relating Everything They Do To TMAGP

(it's obvious which two options I chose HAHAHAA help me. i was not ready for s3)

hi so this is an INSANE question why would i ever answer thi

i can't choose any of them. i know this. i know it as so many have known before me. because when i look into the eyes of my love i can only see the reflection of my own inevitable injustice that i will push upon him over and over again. he can't look at me the same anymore. how could he? i have changed. changed so drastically and horribly, so imperceptibly and slightly that he can never see me the way he did. so i will lead him in this cycle, whatever is left of my hand grasping for his behind me as i tell myself not to look back, for he won't like what he sees anymore. but to love is to not help it when you look behind, searching for his eyes, hoping they'll meet yours.

tma i can't stand you HHHHHHHRHDHDHHD SJJDJDJWIWJDHB2HHSGS HGGHHHHSGDGDH eury you pain me

[forflightlessbirds]

NEW PFP IM SCREAMING IT LOOKS SO GOOD IS THAT AN ANGEL YOURE AN ANGEL

AHDHEHDHEHDHDND YES IT IS!!!!!! i wanted a change :3

[forflightlessbirds]

*licks ur blog*

just got licked.....

[forflightlessbirds]

ALL OF THE STARS AND FADING AWAY , BUT TRY NOT TO WORRY YOULL SEE THEM SOMEDAY. TAKE WHAT YOU NEED AND BE ON UR WAY AND STOP CRYING YOUR HEART OUTTTTTTTT

OASIS ILY I'M SCREAMING AAAAHHHHSHHHDHJJJJ

[forflightlessbirds]

do u ever think abt how the word whore originally meant someone who desired? someday in the future they're going to look at the word lover and call it shameful

eury

eury you can't keep doing this to me.

someday my love will be scorned by history and for that, i will live it to the fullest. why should i hide what i know people will hate anyway? i would rather the world hate my happiness than love my misery.

[forflightlessbirds]

CURSE YOU FOR GETTING ME HOOKED ON TO TMA HELP NO I CANT STOP

HAHAAAAAA THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS EURY.... TMA IS A FISHHOOK AND WE ARE BUT HELPLESS FISH. you'd be a golden dorado and i'd be a bullhead btw

[forflightlessbirds]

PADRE MEET @aimentalism I THINK YOUD LIKE HIM

ON IT!!!

[forflightlessbirds]

HAPPY ONE YEAR AND TWO MONTH ANNIVERSARY TO MY FAVOURITE ROLE MODELSSSSSS AAAAAAAA

THANK YOU EURYYY MWAH MWAH WE LOVE YOU

[forflightlessbirds]

OH MY GOF THE NEW THEME IS EATING DOWN

EEEHEH THANK YOU EURYYYYYYEHDHDH

[forflightlessbirds]

can i ,, lic ur blog ,, it looks like it tastes like blackcurrent ice cream

YES. lick my blog hopefully it is Tasty

[forflightlessbirds]

micae. micae. do you ever think that maybe sometimes jon is so, so tired and he forgets which statement it is exactly that he has read to the computer which hasn't registered it and uh-oh,,,whatever figment of imagination/psychosis/eyes being weird was in it,,,actually comes to life

eury i think you're a genius. jon sims that poor man he needs some rest but he can't for fear of something seeing him at the one time when he can't look it in the eye