#type: web weaving

[eagans]

it comes and goes in waves

[happyk44]

[Text ID: 1. A woman in the shape of a monster

a monster in the shape of a woman

the skies are full of them

2. you ever feel like you were born with something rotten inside of you and if people get close enough they're gonna find out

3. "I don't know what's going to come out of me," I told her. "It has to be perfect. It has to be irreproachable in every way."

"Why?" she said.

"To make up for it," I said. "To make up for the fact that it's me."

4. I can at least be neat

Walk out and be seen as clean

5. Who hasn't ever wondered: am I a monster or is this what it means to be a person?

6. growing up I was always afraid of being Found Out. not sure what I was hiding. just my whole self I guess

7. Every time people said I was pretty, I thought of everything ugly swarming beneath my clothes.

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I think I was just born with something dark and ugly inside of me. Always waiting to be found out.

planetarium - adrienne rich/@twoheadedfawnn/ugly, bitter, and true - suzanne rivecca/a burning hill - mitski/a hora da estrela- clarice lispector/ @100493503004422/sharp objects - gillian flynn

[hopelessvalentines]

i’m sure silence should hurt less.

[sentientsky]

i miss my best friend and i'm making it everyone else's problem

Word of Honor/山河令 , 天涯客/ Faraway Wanderers // Aaron O'Hanlon // Geoffrey Hill, Odi Barbare // Twenty Leaves of the Ficus Religiosa // Sylvia Plath // Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore //Gemini Stars Pollux and Castor // Virginia Woolf

[maouaes]

I wanted to be great. And if I couldn’t be great, I didn’t want to be alive.

[planecrashjesus]

Haunting the Narrative / favourites

[bloodmoonlich]

On Weaponized Incompetence

From Reddit / Manchild by Sabrina Carpenter / labour by Paris Paloma / Olivia Rodrigo promotional image / Goodbye by Marina / I'm Not Your Mother, I'm Not Your Bitch by Courtney Barnett / Scene from Challengers / Ain't Your Mama by Jennifer Lopez / Arms by Blondshell / L8r Boi by Ashnikko / Scene from Gone Girl / No More Suckers by Marina / GIVEN ENOUGH by Nessa Barrett

[build-a-problem-musical]

“In the Stars,” Benson Boone

I saw this post on tiktok and as soon as I opened the comments I started sobbing

[1-jar-of-stars]

On Friendship.

[emmaxrosa]

nat & shauna; hand in unloveable hand

yellowjackets; ashley lyle & bart nickerson / the perjured city, hélène cixous / in the twenty-fifth year of marriage, it goes on, alicia ostriker / an oresteia, anne carson / @ojibwa / slaughterhouse, yves olade / unknown

[holdingcaulfields]

on identity

ojibwe / noah kahan / richard siken / unknown / elliott smith / oamisoa / cameron awkward-rich

[a-study-in-bullshit]

"I love you , I'm glad we're friends"

[lovecrumbss]

oh to have foxes play where I've laid to rest

[skill7spark04]

[thousands of LSTR units with varying injuries stand in a crowd on the horizon over the edge of the rocky plateu. standing far below.] [around you are the people you've met. Isa. Adler. Falke. Lilith. Alina. and finally, your beloved Ariane. their hands are held idly at their sides, and Ariane Smiles.] "Congratulations, Elster!" [Ariane starts clapping.] "Congratulations, Elster." [Alina does the same.] "Congratulations." [Lilith claps a little slower than the other two, but at an off pace that fills out the missing spaces.] "congrajulations, Elster." [Falke doesn't clap, instead keeping her own hands clasped together, a tired smile on her face.] "well played, Elster." [Adler closes his eyes and bows his head, clapping faster than anyone else.] "Congrajulations!" [Isolde does a spin before joining in with everyone.] [the crowd beneath the plateau lets out a thundering applause. Ariane walks over and hugs you.] "... thanks everyone." [you feel a little confused. you thought you had died. you can't be too sorry for yourself though. everyone is here. and they're all celebrating you!] ... [you wake up on a familiar beach. the skies are red. the water is a darker shade of the same this time. limbs extend like rocks from the water. all yours.] [as you walk along the shore, you feel the wind blow sand against your organs. it doesn't hurt anymore. nothing does. skulls are dotted around. it reeks of death.] [you find Ariane on the beach. she's sitting on the shoreline, unharmed. unbothered. you sit next to her. watch the shore fade in and out, as the sea of blood froths and churns with sickening noise. sluggish waves ripple across it's surface.] [your fingers drape around her neck.] [it's time to let go.] . . . [your eyes feel sluggish. you look down into the cryopod at the corpse. she was frail. it was as easy as pinching the stem of a flower. the sad part was watching it wilt and wither. she falls back into the water. lifeless.] [you are overwhelmed with an immense, unending sorrow. but you are far too tired to cry. you decide you'll mourn later. you'll have all the time in the world, after all.]

This world can not take much more. This may be our last chance.

[deariedove]

someday i’m gonna be somebody people want

jennifer s cheng so we must meet apart // winter nocturne with lonely road // mahmoud darwish in the presence of absence // unknown // james frey a million little pieces