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shattered glass in a ruined house gleams like broken teeth.
spilt wine stains the carpet like blood and you can taste the copper on your tongue.
flowers bloom from the roof of your mouth. the vines are in your teeth. they shine like gold plates and wrap around your cherry lips.
you dream of a forest growing in your ribs, tendrils encasing bone in a lover’s embrace.
thunder rolls, lightning blinds, your eyes spark like dying embers.
your words ring sharper than your teeth bite flesh, wolf-child.
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Suffering leaves suffering leaves
I've hurt before, but I've never hurt this much. I thought doing what I felt was right to let blood flow all around me till my heart stops.
Well it did.
And I can still hear myself breathing. Feel my own pain, but do nothing about it. My skin shines white, moulded into a form more beautiful than my own. Blood seeping through the seams, begging for it's right to taint the world.
I tried to outsmart god, go the path that winds into escape. And I was rewarded. With a body not my own, hands that can hurt so much more than I ever have and and a will to not hesitate to do so even a moment.


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Bartimaeus sequence? In this economy?
Love it
Down boy!!


this is really lazy since i did it with pen and shit coloured pencils in like 5 mins but i thought it was funny
It's Nat and Kitty from the Bartseq btw
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you cannot love something you cannot find
sometimes, i forget how to love myself.
scratch that, actually.
i don’t know how to love myself.
and for once, i am scared of the unknown.
i tried everything.
i starved myself for a day,
i worked out four times a week,
i dusted my cheeks with blush from a little palette,
i wrote affirmations on my wall,
yet i still found nothing to love.
i drank juices in unappetizing shades of green,
i whitened my teeth and brushed four times a day,
i read two books a week to be well-read,
i petted every puppy i saw on the street for a month,
and when i went home i still couldn’t look at myself in the mirror.
i even went to instagram and checked what others like me were saying.
i contoured my cheeks and thickened my eyebrows,
i cut my hair short and dyed it light brown,
i tugged on 3 layers in the dead of summer,
i opened the area around my larynx,
but i still don’t listen back to voice messages i send.
i slathered creams on my face,
i drank my favourite drinks,
i relaxed in my softest sheets,
i took a long, warm bath,
yet i still got dressed in a dark room.
i wondered if my love was inadequate. i looked for it in everyone and everything else.
i looked for love in the strokes of a paintbrush,
in thighs and hands and hips,
in crooked teeth and bitten lips and the dips of waists,
in metal strings drawn taut,
and i found none.
in the eyes of strangers and the words of elders,
in the teeth of crushes and the arms of friends,
in the thumps of hearts,
in the cracks of voices,
and i found none.
#babe wake up my favourite poet has posted again#it's just satisfying to read#I should probably figure things out and write something too
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Women aren't usually my cup of tea BUT Goddam!! Look at the CURVES on julia!💘😩🤭
GOD she so mathematically intirciate I'm DROOLING 🤤 😋 😩 😫
Just look what she's got hidden under there ❤️

Hnnnn you can rotate her in SIX diffrent dimensions she Is just so Flexible 😉 😜 😘 😉 😜 😘
Ohh my god QUEEN you contain the mathematical beauty of the universe in you
Is it just me or is it getting hot in here!!

I need her too step on me so bad
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MANKIND IS DEAD
BLOOD IS FUEL
HELL IS FULL
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REBLOG THIS POST IF YOU ARE A MATH ENJOYER
No it is not optional, I desperately need to follow y’all so that there is more math on my dashboard.
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Bartimaeus
The demon collapsed onto your bed. A vacant stare in his eye as he uttered “this is the 10,000th time I’ve been summoned. can we make it easy? Please?”
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lump in my throat
“what do you see in me?” exasperated, you ask.
the way the edges of your nails are clipped, neat and curved, the way the picture-perfect cuticles trail over your chapped cherry lips
(your incisor worries your bottom lip whenever you think)
your eyes, the colour of home and what i wish i could have
(you are fire and i am prometheus)
your achilles tendon curves so beautifully when you run, your laughter glittery and loud and unabashed and everything i need and want and crave
(we are forever young)
the way your skin stretches over your knees, stretch marks and a bandaid
(you grew too tall too fast. and you fell off your bicycle)
the long-healed gash on your forearm and the tattoo you snuck out at 15 to get, vines and flowers and words in long-dead languages curling over the ridges of your collarbone
(your parents still haven’t noticed)
the way that one strand of your hair never curls around your ear properly, fingers a permanent accessory to it
(you’re really bad at staying still during photos)
you don’t like the way your face scrunches when you laugh but i can’t get enough of it
(you will never not be gorgeous to me)
so i always hold your hand when i make you laugh
(it hurts me to see your hand cover your mouth)
the way the ridges of your spine stick out at certain angles and the way you shiver when a hand brushes feather-light across it
(you argue and say you’re ticklish)
the way your canine is faintly crooked
(it makes your smile all the more stunning to me)
i love every part of you that you hate and love and throw away and hide and bury and give away like charity
(my heart is open like a beggar)
your tears, saltier than most; your happiness, infectious and chattery; your anger, brash and inescapable; you are my everything
(who am i without you?)
your hands, calloused and drenched in hate, the scars of your nails in your palms a crisscross of a language that only i can understand
(i am a palm reader when it comes to you)
i am everything when it comes to you; i am a lover and a friend and i am finally more than a breeze a whisper; let me be your ocean, i beg; you are the moon
(pull me closer)
“you have nice eyes,” i say.
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I get it trust me I get it I get it like a teenager gets venereal warts I get it like a koala gets chlamydia I get it like a billionaire gets his sexual antics with underage victims covered up by the police and government.
.I get it. I GET IT. I do...indeed...get it
History needs to be ignored.
. . . . Best not to think of it. It's already gone away. If we don't pay attention It's like it never even happened.
I get it.
Humanity the virus humanity the dumpster fire the deathbird circling above its own failing body.
I get it.
We are coming undone and looking back will just remind you that the warning signs become memes and nobody learns anything not really.
We appear to lack self-awareness. Even our artificial intelligence mimics our morally myopic and desperately attention seeking idiocy. Why wouldn't it be an incoherent and unoriginal mockery and clusterfuck? We made it to be just like us.
.*.*. I get it. I do oh yes oh yes.*.*.
Awareness is a ruse. Pretense pretending it is concerned. We are in a queue looking forward to a door everyone goes into but that nobody comes out of and we tell ourselves it couldn't be what it seems. It must be different because this time it's us standing here.
. . I get it. History is a horrorshow. We can't look at it. Must not. We base our sense of selves on a tapestry of myths woven with the threads of lies and tied to a place that we ourselves did not make. We can not acknowledge mistakes that we ourselves did not make because it will tarnish the shine of a smug superiority we have done nothing to earn.
. . . I. ....i Get iT..
The west is the best. Jim Morrison said it, it must be true. The culture vulture whore that is the U.S. of A. spreads legs and everyone stares. Confused, bemused, aroused, repelled. Vomit or semen it's all the same, salute us with your attention and we don't care if you come because we're here and You Are Looooking! YOU WANT US!!!
.
Hey.
I get it.
It's fucking glorious. Jee Ell Ore Aye Ess. What a tradition what a tale. Dutch East India Company.Hudson Bay Company. Colonization exploitation abomination. Slavery slaughter genocide. From Aztec and Ainu to Zulu the indigenous are inferior. War for profit war for fun war for oil war for social control. Banana Wars. Belgian Congo. Pol Pot and Ronald Reagan. The Battle of Algiers. Fascism. Autocracy. Racism nationalism despots and dictators. Celebrate those who kill the best and mock their victims. Britain is a surveillance state the U.S. is a repressive and transgressive police state with a highly militarized constabulary prone to unnecessary and lethal violence (Still? Still! Fuck yeah brother!) against unarmed minorities (because that's the ABC's of social control) and allergiic to accountability to all but their wealthy corporate masters. Violence is more than a punch to the face. It's the hand holding back funding for education and social programs, it's the pen signing the bill establishing mandatory minimums and red-lining, it's the voice in your entertainment repeating subtle discrimination and stereotypes. Know wut tho?
Know. Body. Ell. Earns
Hey. It's cool. We can scroll while human rights take a walk into the polluted and rising sea. Deforestation ecological devastation the toxins accumulate quicker than the clicks on a right wing populist podcast. Progressing is for those commie simp beta cuck progressives. You don't want to be like that do ya?
Do ya?
. I know ya. Eye. Know. Ewe. And you're different. Anti-bad, pro-good. You don't support fuckheads! And like magic *POOF* they go away!
As long as you don't look at history and realize
humanity has been here before
this is not a new road.
Butt but but BUTT....
this ain't the late Bronze Age and the stakes are higher.
Prognosis for recovery? Not so rosey.
We are Schrodinger's Patient though. We don't have cancer until we go to the doctor. We aren't dying until someone tells us we are. We are immortal fucking GODS! i saw it on YouTube. It must be true.
but what if it isn't?
Shhh now. Hush baby hush
It won't be okay but as long as you're okay with that we can have tonight. We will have to at least pretend to clap when they applaud the arrogantly ignorant and proudly stupid.
I mean, this isn't online sweet one, it's as EYE ARE ELL as it ever gets and the shit is going down.
Let's hit the cannabis store. It's only depressing if you're actually thinking and paying attention.
Who the fuck wants that?
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356/0721
If I don't see the new year
don't say I had a good run
don't say it's a shame
don't say I'm gone too soon
say the truth
we all die and nothing we do
means anything when we're dead
we are but broken vessels
wasted words and dreams
we held to ourselves as secrets
so that nobody else ever knew
.
We are not trees
or grains of sand
we sure the fuck are not
stars glittering in the night
that's all narcissistic and grandiose
depictions of a shared delusion
.
We are each a blade of grass
in an immense prairie
lost and insignificant
waving obediently
in the winds that come
we play our parts til the last
unnoticed and unremarkable
if anyone mourns your fall
they'll join you soon
.
We can collectively
set the rolling fields on fire
charred earth devastation
and the trees won't care
the sky won't weep for us
something new will emerge
that will never wonder
about who we were
.
Not for a single moment
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Isn't this kinda the plot of redo of healer?
Although healing powers are common, yours is one of the strongest in the world. The hit squad big pharma sends manages to take out your entire family but you survive. Now the world is about to find out that power wasn't the ability to remove ailments…it's true nature is to simply remove.
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I'm heading for the skies and you're every star in them
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My lonely ass (who also is afraid of fish):
Me after getting catfished too many times:
Me when I'm all out of fish but my wife wants fish for dinner:
Me when I'm worried that my girlfriend is actually a lesbian:
pirate who's worried mermaids are gonna fuck his girlfriends: me fear fish want me women
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The existence of horses is really funny to me for some reason. I remember that this animal exists and I'm hysterical. They're so weird yet so majestic. The horse.
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