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the colour of pomegranates / sayat nova. posts every 30 minutes.

a collection kept by liang.
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a quotebot composed by liang / a collection of musings, poetry, lyrics & dialogue.

primarily based off
the colour of
pomegranates

quotes may contain dark or disturbing themes, follow at own discretion.
you‘re not my son.
December 2, 2025 at 6:53 AM
the most level sunken chapel.
December 2, 2025 at 6:32 AM
the opening of a window onto rapture ╱ find the world shining in me
December 2, 2025 at 6:14 AM
two and two always makes a five.
December 2, 2025 at 5:57 AM
take the time to learn to hate ╱ come and join the mass debate.
December 2, 2025 at 5:39 AM
my canines tear into your flesh ╱ I devour your beautiful form as though I were a ravenous wolf
December 2, 2025 at 5:32 AM
as deep as any ocean ╱ as sweet as any harmony
December 2, 2025 at 5:20 AM
your feelings and mine are all holy.
December 2, 2025 at 5:01 AM
it struck him that in moments of crisis one is never fighting against an external enemy, but always against one‘s own body.
December 2, 2025 at 4:46 AM
and I look like a star when I‘m smoking my cigar.
December 2, 2025 at 4:40 AM
first, there was darkness.
December 2, 2025 at 4:24 AM
oh, may my enemy too, be in misery as I am.
December 2, 2025 at 4:15 AM
what they‘re looking for could be found in a single rose.
December 2, 2025 at 4:06 AM
if the world changed, I could not exist ╱ and if I changed, the world could not exist
December 2, 2025 at 3:58 AM
if you would leave, it‘d be a crying shame.
December 2, 2025 at 3:43 AM
why are you drinking.ᐣ ╱ so that I may forget
December 2, 2025 at 3:36 AM
I realised that his death severed the one and only thread that still connected me with the bright world of daylight.
December 2, 2025 at 3:23 AM
we are a byproduct of a lifestyle obsession.
December 2, 2025 at 3:08 AM
it was a bright cold day in april. the clocks were striking thirteen.
December 2, 2025 at 2:52 AM
let‘s go down the waterfall ╱ think about the good times
December 2, 2025 at 2:37 AM
beauty is like a decayed tooth. it rubs against one‘s tongue, it hangs there, hurting one, insisting on its own existence.
December 2, 2025 at 2:23 AM
in this healthy and beautiful life, my share has been nothing but suffering.
December 2, 2025 at 2:08 AM
they‘ll tell you where to go, but they won‘t know
December 2, 2025 at 2:02 AM
rows of houses all bearing down on me ╱ I can feel their blue hands touching me
December 2, 2025 at 1:51 AM
no alarms, and no surprises.
December 2, 2025 at 1:41 AM