prose is just poetry in anarchy
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plants are the silent watchers protecting us, animals are the wild warriors taking down our enemies, and if we kill both, we will perish as soon as a single old god awakens
actually my theme song is the strings and drum intro of the phoenix by fall out boy which abruptly changes into boney m’s ra-ra-rasputin after the first chorus and ends with me whispering “there’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do” to remember not only toto’s blessing that is africa but also remind you that I am in fact invincible
“looks don’t matter, it’s what inside that counts” is an easy thing to say when you are so beautiful that you don’t even notice and the first impression people have of you is always how nervous, heart-fluttering, overwhelmed you made them feel, how badly they want to get to know you, to realize your even larger beauty inside; and it’s easy to say when you’re not so absolutely average-looking that it coaxes nobody into a second look at all, with no interest to learn who you are inside.
so yes, it’s inside what counts, but if nobody cares about looking, you end up watching alone. you either learn to love your brilliance in silence and solitude or you scream loud enough that they have to look at you.
I want to look like the sound of fingernails slowly, one after the other in endless repetition, coming down onto an expensive mahogany desk.
What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger, but what kills me grants me the opportunity to befriend the forgotten eldritch monsters of the underworld and learn their witchcraft.
*calls you something harmless as an insult*
*calls you something insulting as a pet name*
Calling someone a flower name because they’re pretty: boooring.
Calling someone a flower name because they absorb deadly star rays to expand in size and expel a substance that would likely be lethal to most alien life forms: photosyNTHEXCITING.
who even has time for slow songs. we’re all catapulting towards death at a cell-decaying speed so turn that tempo to ribosomic vivace and unleash accelerando mania in your mitochondria
a song called ‘disco inferno’ just came up on my dash and i automatically registered it as “i learn by means of hell” before i realised the title was actually english and not latin
“I learn by means of hell,” forthcoming rap album from Doctor Faustus
When we figured out that’s what Disco Inferno meant (we translated it as “I learn through suffering”), it became the motto of our Latin class at college, and the unofficial motto of my undergrad.
The only way to learn is by hell
Moami 