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“RUIN” BY THE AMAZING DEVIL SENTENCE STARTERS

taken from the 2021 album. feel free to change pronouns, etc. tw for mentions of alcohol use

SECRET WORLDS

’ can you pass me the lighter, mate? ’ ’ give me your fire. ’ ’ you’re always filming shit on that camera you nicked. ’ ’ it’s my dad’s. ’ ’ we can both barely stand! ’ ’ we hear our legends. they call. ’ ’ if i have to be who i was, do i have to be who i am? ’ ’ didn’t the trees tell us their stories? ’ ’ i look at those secret worlds you call eyes and wonder if we might– ’ ’ there’s something changed. ’ ’ you were a king and his castle; i was every dirty rascal. ’ ’ i’d call as you climbed, and i’d catch you every time you fell. ’ ’ write me well, my love. write me weird, write me willing. write me well. ’ ’ we thought you were mental. ’ ’ on that tree, i’ll carve your name, because in years to come we both know that we won’t be the same. ’ ’ you asked me to climb. i never learned, but if you ask me for my fire, just watch me burn. ’ ’ welcome to ruin. ’

THE CALLING

’ back then, i was dauntless. ’ ’ i’d burn so bright it blinded. ’ ’ i walked into the river to wring those embers from my broken heart and broken liver. ’ ’ the light i thought was blinding brought me here. ’ ’ i look into the waters and see a face i don’t understand. ’ ’ we’re both unwanted daughters. ’ ’ shoulder the sky, open those eyes. ’ ’ i can’t wait to show you how much i know you can be. ’ ’ can’t you hear it howling? ’ ’ back then, i wasn’t hopeful. ’ ’ now my ink’s blood red, not black, and i’ll blink like ripping envelopes in the hopes that you’ll write back. ’ ’ i promise you: i’ll write “i love you” with my fingers on your sleeping hand. ’ ’ when that fox howls, i’ll howl with it; in its cries, i’ll find an end. ’ ’ when i think i’m fine, you visit, and then you happen to me all over again. ’ ’ in the waters, i see a face i don’t want. ’ ’ do you like my dress? it’s got pockets. ’

DRINKING SONG FOR THE SOCIALLY ANXIOUS

’ i hope to god i’m not the first. ’ ’ i know i don’t belong. ’ ’ my jokes are my armor, and my kindness is my sword. ’ ’ i do my best to breathe, but they’re stealing all the air. ’ ’ all my steps too far keep saying “this is who you are.” ’ ’ i should go home. ’ ’ i don’t find this easy, like you. ’ ’ we’re bursting at the seams because the noise is crushing us. we think it’s so much worse than it seems. ’ ’ this is us, this is me, and this is how we’re meant to be. ’ ’ your smile tells me i’m safe. ’ ’ if god makes us all in his image, then god’s a fucking nerd. ’

BLOSSOMS

’ for a time, there is timelessness. ’ ’ to the dark, i said “pour,” and forgot to say “when.” ’ ’ the words that you wrote come back blacker than smoke. ’ ’ i’m so sorry, i’ve done it again. ’ ’ i make myself acquainted with the saint of never getting it right. ’ ’ every step i choose to take begins to set the world aflame. ’ ’ for the first time in all my life, i know i’m more than what i fear. ’ ’ you do not get to hurt me just because i asked you once if you were alright. ’ ’ that nice wine you were saving? it’s saving me now. ’

CHORDS

’ remember today you are loved. ’ ’ they’re still so small. i gave them everything. ’ ’ remember: they are safe. ’ ’ i forgot to pack them lunches! ’ ’ just tell them what your haggard mother told you long ago: pick your chords well, loves, but sing your notes off-key. ’ ’ they might laugh because you’re leaving, but know we’ll sing your name when you come home. ’ ’ remember: today, we did our best. ’ ’ i know they think i’m a nightmare. ’ ’ remember today: you’re enough. ’ ’ please don’t do this, my heart is breaking. ’ ’ we built our castles just to watch them wash away. ’ ’ hold my hand. ’ ’ life begins by leaving, and our love is shown in the letting go. ’ ’ know we’ll always love you, even though you’re leaving us behind. ’

THE OLD WITCH SLEEP AND THE GOOD MAN GRACE

’ i’m learning to be so much more than my tiredness. ’ ’ you don’t have to be brilliant. ’ ’ they’re ust shadows searching for light. they can’t stay. ’ ’ tomorrow’s jokes have yet to be laughed at or said. ’ ’ you are in the earth of me. ’ ’ i laugh because laughing, right now, it’s all that i have. ’ ’ you’re better than this. ’ ’ you’re brave because they broke you, yet broken you still breathe. ’ ’ i’m all yours, but you’re all mine. ’ ’ let’s dance together, you and i. ’ ’ i’m not trapped with you, you see. you’re the one who’s trapped with me. ’ ’ don’t you think i look pretty, curled up on this bathroom floor? ’ ’ where you see weakness, i see wit. ’ ’ sometimes i fall to pieces just to see what bits of me don’t fit. ’ ’ when i stand, those folks will run and tell the tales of what i’ve become. they’ll speak of me in whispered tones, and say my name like it shakes their bones. ’ ’ now i’m leading. doesn’t that just scare you to death? ’

RUIN

’ i will bring you ruin in everything i do. it’s never my intention, but it happens all the same. ’ ’ brick by brick you built us, and i’d fill in the cracks. ’ ’ i wish i’d done things different. i wish that i’d been brave. ’ ’ our mortar was your laughter. ’ ’ we didn’t talk. we made universes out of bitten lips and broken hands. ’ ’ i make jokes to show how broken i really am. ’ ’ i promise to be patient. ’ ’ we’ll burn a hundred theatres if it means we get the wallpaper right. ’ ’ i’ll brick by brick rebuild us out of hows and whys, not whens. ’ ’ tomorrow, i’ll be brave. you’ll make me brave. ’

INKPOT GODS

’ these? these aren’t tears. it’s just the rain that wasn’t brave enough to fall. ’ ’ what they hear isn’t laughter after all. it’s just your voice learning for once to stand up tall. ’ ’ you are so much more than all your scars. ’ ’ i will be the man my father never was. ’ ’ what you hear is not silence, it’s just the trees waiting to hear what next you’ll hum. ’ ’ what you see is not the dark, it’s just the gods upturning inkpots because they know what you’ll become. ’ ’ to those gods, i’ll speak bluntly. ’ ’ if you ever touch or harm him… ’ ’ you might not fear a man, but to a woman by the end you’ll kneel and plea. ’ ’ i’m more than what my mom told me to be. ’ ’ i don’t know what to do, how to help you, how to bring you home. ’ ’ i wish i could take your hand. but where i’m going is for me, and me alone. ’ ’ if i don’t make it back from where i’ve gone, just know i loved you all along. ’

#* memes.#with what other meme i could start this blog if not this one?

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