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☾⠀quote⠀acc⠀☽⠀──⠀featuring⠀lyrics,⠀writing⠀prompts, ﹠ quotes⠀, from⠀various⠀media.⠀ < crafted⠀for⠀the⠀RP⠀writing⠀community ﹢ designed⠀to⠀spark⠀muse. / posts⠀sporadically.⠀ 𓇼⠀originally⠀est.⠀July⠀2023.
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Do I make you nervous?
Mad and fae-touched.
Away now, my flower, and don’t bother us again.
Your touch is like the brush of a wing.
To the edge of darkness, to peer upon the great Void.
It was a Weltschmerz⸺which we used to call "Welshrats"⸺the world sadness that rises into the soul like a gas and spreads despair so that you probe for the offending event and can find none.
I feel wings over this house. I feel a dreadfulness coming.
Such a little bit of a wife. Three of her is hardly a bite.
I’m the mortal coil wrapped around your finger at the end of every day.
The Irish do have a despairing quality of gaiety, but they have also a dour and brooding ghost that rides on their shoulders and peers in on their thoughts.
I can make men and I can destroy men. Do you know that?
The leaves teach us how to die.
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Thoughts become things. Thoughts create reality.
Create your own reality.
We need hope, or else we cannot endure.
Fall in love with the world around you, and you will fall in love with yourself too.
A boundary walker, a hedge straddler, a hag.
You could've nursed my demons, provided them company with your own. We could've done dark things together and reveled in it.
Scattered, like autumn leaves.
It’s so easy to be wicked without knowing it, isn’t it?
I feel a reinforced desire right now to live; to see; to be awake; to love.
Maybe⸺maybe love makes you suspicious and doubting. Is it true that when you love a woman you are never sure⸺never sure of her because you aren't sure of yourself?
𝑆𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟, 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟.
Sing, dance, chant⸺ seek a trance state.
When did you stop singing?
When did you stop dancing?
When did you stop being enchanted by stories?
When did you stop enjoying the sweet sound of silence?
Hold this moment; it may never come again.