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Don’t turn on the lights.
Don’t check the window.
Don’t speak your name aloud.

It knows sound.


It loves the shape of your voice.
That’s how it learns you.

You’ll want to call someone.
You’ll think, "This is ridiculous."


And for a while, it will be.

But then the static will start.

Not loud. Not right away.


Just a whisper behind the power lines.
Your name, maybe.
Or something that sounds like your name if you’re not listening too closely.

That’s how it starts.

You’ll feel watched.
You’ll feel followed.
You’ll find things moved, barely.


The chair turned six degrees.
The mirror slightly warped.
The door open to the wrong room.

Don’t acknowledge it.
That’s step one.

Step two: when the dreams begin, do not write them down.
It can crawl through ink.

Step three: never say you believe in it.
Even if you do. Especially if you do.
It feeds on confirmation.
It gets realer. Stronger. Closer.

By the time you smell the ash,
it’s already in.

You can’t kill it.
You can’t outrun it.


All you can do
is keep it distracted
with someone else

So if you’ve read this far,
if you’ve felt it stirring,
even now,
you’ll understand why I had to leave this here.


You’ll understand 
why I stopped talking to people.
Why I stopped being seen.

I’m sorry.

But I’d rather it take you
than remember
what it did to me

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My shipment of forest nymph lake water is gonna be late what the hell am I gonna drink now

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There’s a zero percent chance someone else hasn’t made this yet but I haven’t seen it and it’s been in my head so here you go

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Peak

You ever hear that old chestnut about how most people neglect the part of the story of Icarus where he also had to avoid flying too low, lest the spray of the sea soak his feathers and cause him to fall and drown? You ever think about how different the world would be if Icarus died that way instead? If the idiom was to Fly To Close To The Sea? A warning against playing it far too safe, about not stretching your wings and soaring properly? You ever think about how Icarus died because he was happy?

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Icarus Spoke First
(and I listened)

He rose like a riddle,
with wings stitched from theory,
his eyes full of storms he hadn’t earned.

He called me beautiful
the way mortals do,
like beauty is a thing they deserve for noticing.

I watched him climb,
fluttering like a flame pretending not to fear the wind.
He sang to me.
No one sings to me.

He said, “I don’t want to worship. I want to touch.”
And I should have turned away.
I should have stayed myth and distance.

But I leaned down,
just slightly.
And in that leaning,
I lit the match he had hidden in his chest.

His wings wept into smoke.
His name turned soft in the air.
He became a rumor falling into water.

Mortals still blame me.
But I didn’t ask him to climb.
He did.
And I-
I only answered.

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The Boy Who Married the Sun

They told him the sky was a ceiling,
so he brought a ladder made of wax and grammar.
They told him "careful,"
and he heard "begin."

His father folded maps out of feathers.
His mother whispered in birdsong:
"There are no doors up there, only mouths."

He climbed anyway.

Above the clouds, he found a ballroom
where gods wore sunglasses and slow-danced with comets.
He flirted with the sun,
who wore yellow gloves and kissed like fire escaping a cage.

They married in secret.
The priest was a falling star.
The vows were written in heatstroke.

But love is heavy when it’s made of helium and warnings.
And wax is honest.
It always remembers what it’s made of.

He fell. . . not down, but through.
Through light, through names, through every myth
he was supposed to obey.

The sea caught him like a rumor.
The birds circled, singing lullabies in reverse.

Some say he died.
Others say he became a lighthouse
that blinks out when you get too close.

Either way,
he loved too loudly,
and isn’t that the only way to burn?

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I’ve been fuckin heavy with surrealism so expect some surrealist poetry coming soon.

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AAAAAAAAAAAAA

this name

It doesn't suit you in the slightest!

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fascinating things are happening over at twitter where a fan base is developing over videos of very abstract horses bouncing around in equally abstract race tracks

there's already anthropomorphized fanarts and fanfics of the horses a la uma musume and they're already making yuri out of them

but the funniest part is that they're abbreviating them as HRT girls which is... yeah lmao

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I'm not even gonna explain myself this time

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Superstitious realism may have won those carrots but she lost so much more.

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Cyan x superstitious realism is my favorite doomed yuri

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All of my mutuals should definately watch this it’s by the rare Americans (the people who made brittle bones nickey) and its insanely good

This is a call. a canadian indie film that came out that's a punk rock musical is free on YouTube. I urge you to reblog this post, it has a really good message and deserves alot of attention it has messaging about residential schools and religious trauma and deals with topics on suicide and much more its called (s)kids

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The moon, it haunts me

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Im sorry guys but in the clerb we are all enemies, I will strike you down

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If you see this on your dashboard, reblog this, NO MATTER WHAT and all your dreams and wishes will come true.