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My hatred turned to pity, my resentment blossomed flowers, my bitter tasted candy, my misery was power. The truth in me grew brighter, my nature and my nurture – no more shame, no more fear, no more dread!
November 30, 2025 at 9:15 PM
My hatred turned to pity, my resentment blossomed flowers, my bitter tasted candy, my misery was power. The truth in me grew brighter, my nature and my nurture – no more shame, no more fear, no more dread!
He dried himself on a cloth, looking out over the rooftops, where the commotion and bustle of midday hung like an invisible pall upon the city. ‘Sometimes,’ he murmured, ‘I feel I am not a creature of earth, either.’
November 30, 2025 at 7:14 PM
He dried himself on a cloth, looking out over the rooftops, where the commotion and bustle of midday hung like an invisible pall upon the city. ‘Sometimes,’ he murmured, ‘I feel I am not a creature of earth, either.’
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin.
November 30, 2025 at 5:12 PM
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin.
From a purely physical perspective, it is hard to love a man without breaking him apart.
November 30, 2025 at 3:10 PM
From a purely physical perspective, it is hard to love a man without breaking him apart.
So why do I get plastered, and why am I so lonely? It's you, you heartless bastard – you're my one and only.
November 30, 2025 at 1:10 PM
So why do I get plastered, and why am I so lonely? It's you, you heartless bastard – you're my one and only.
I have lived and died for a war my people did not start and declined to win—and where did it get them? Where did it get me? Alone. Bloody-handed. Brokenhearted. A tribe of one. Don't speak to me about need. I deserve. I deserve to stop.
November 30, 2025 at 11:12 AM
I have lived and died for a war my people did not start and declined to win—and where did it get them? Where did it get me? Alone. Bloody-handed. Brokenhearted. A tribe of one. Don't speak to me about need. I deserve. I deserve to stop.
Oh, my waking world, I leave you for a girl.
November 30, 2025 at 9:10 AM
Oh, my waking world, I leave you for a girl.
Who minds, on the season's very best day, the briars on the bushes of the rosegarden? No one, Captain. And what man given a treat—who's gone without, who has a sweet tooth—even notices the bits of comb in your honey? No man, Captain.
November 30, 2025 at 7:14 AM
Who minds, on the season's very best day, the briars on the bushes of the rosegarden? No one, Captain. And what man given a treat—who's gone without, who has a sweet tooth—even notices the bits of comb in your honey? No man, Captain.
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Through the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Through the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
November 30, 2025 at 5:12 AM
Let us roll all our strength and all
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Through the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
Our sweetness up into one ball,
And tear our pleasures with rough strife
Through the iron gates of life:
Thus, though we cannot make our sun
Stand still, yet we will make him run.
Please come back, I grab at heaven's throat! Please come back, I beckon, beg and cry and laugh. Come to me, I'm summoning the ghost!
November 30, 2025 at 3:10 AM
Please come back, I grab at heaven's throat! Please come back, I beckon, beg and cry and laugh. Come to me, I'm summoning the ghost!
Out of the sirens might come the birdsong; out of the silence might come the love song; after the love song might come the sunrise; after the sunrise might come the silence.
November 30, 2025 at 1:10 AM
Out of the sirens might come the birdsong; out of the silence might come the love song; after the love song might come the sunrise; after the sunrise might come the silence.
No one will ever love you honestly. No one will ever love you for your honesty.
November 29, 2025 at 11:12 PM
No one will ever love you honestly. No one will ever love you for your honesty.
I'm a foolish, fragile spine. I want all that is not mine; I want him, but we're not right.
November 29, 2025 at 9:10 PM
I'm a foolish, fragile spine. I want all that is not mine; I want him, but we're not right.
There's a darkness which comes without a warning, but I will sing you lullabies and wake you in the morning.
November 29, 2025 at 7:09 PM
There's a darkness which comes without a warning, but I will sing you lullabies and wake you in the morning.
Go to sleep. Let darkness lap at your sides. Give darkness an inch. You aren't alone. All of the continents used to be one body. You aren't alone. Go to sleep.
November 29, 2025 at 5:06 PM
Go to sleep. Let darkness lap at your sides. Give darkness an inch. You aren't alone. All of the continents used to be one body. You aren't alone. Go to sleep.
I wanna melt in, I wanna soak through, I only wanna move when you move! I wanna breathe out when you breathe in, then I wanna fade into you.
November 29, 2025 at 3:05 PM
I wanna melt in, I wanna soak through, I only wanna move when you move! I wanna breathe out when you breathe in, then I wanna fade into you.
I put my own body, this fragile thing, in between the Strex representatives and the entrance to the building, but they forced their way past me using ethically brutal methods that left me forever physically changed! What a silly old hen I was about all that.
November 29, 2025 at 1:05 PM
I put my own body, this fragile thing, in between the Strex representatives and the entrance to the building, but they forced their way past me using ethically brutal methods that left me forever physically changed! What a silly old hen I was about all that.
You're growing tired of me. You love me so hard and I still can't sleep.
November 29, 2025 at 11:06 AM
You're growing tired of me. You love me so hard and I still can't sleep.
There is a ghost in the machine, says Aurora. But who could it be?
Is it Nastya, playing resonances deep in the engines? Is it Nastya, echoing through the lower subsystems? Is it Nastya, falling asleep on structural girder 13279?
Yes it is. Good night Nastya. I love you.
Is it Nastya, playing resonances deep in the engines? Is it Nastya, echoing through the lower subsystems? Is it Nastya, falling asleep on structural girder 13279?
Yes it is. Good night Nastya. I love you.
November 29, 2025 at 9:05 AM
There is a ghost in the machine, says Aurora. But who could it be?
Is it Nastya, playing resonances deep in the engines? Is it Nastya, echoing through the lower subsystems? Is it Nastya, falling asleep on structural girder 13279?
Yes it is. Good night Nastya. I love you.
Is it Nastya, playing resonances deep in the engines? Is it Nastya, echoing through the lower subsystems? Is it Nastya, falling asleep on structural girder 13279?
Yes it is. Good night Nastya. I love you.
In me you'll find things like guts and nerve, but not the kind things that you deserve.
November 29, 2025 at 7:08 AM
In me you'll find things like guts and nerve, but not the kind things that you deserve.
I was hollowed out inside… empty… just like my Other. We were both sick, because we were incomplete… but not anymore. We healed each other… made each other whole. Neither of us can survive without the other.
November 29, 2025 at 5:06 AM
I was hollowed out inside… empty… just like my Other. We were both sick, because we were incomplete… but not anymore. We healed each other… made each other whole. Neither of us can survive without the other.
To look upon her is torture, with every detail of her suffering impossible to forget, etched across every part of her face and body. But within her memory is the seed of forgiveness.
November 29, 2025 at 3:05 AM
To look upon her is torture, with every detail of her suffering impossible to forget, etched across every part of her face and body. But within her memory is the seed of forgiveness.
The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.
November 29, 2025 at 1:05 AM
The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart.
Are you a wolf dressed up in a girl's skin? Are you a boy held together with bolts? Do you dream of night, or do you fear the dark? Do you long to be dangerous?
November 28, 2025 at 11:05 PM
Are you a wolf dressed up in a girl's skin? Are you a boy held together with bolts? Do you dream of night, or do you fear the dark? Do you long to be dangerous?
AUTHORITY (Medium: Failure) – You try to give him your gun, so he'd understand. But he does not. He does not look into your eyes and see the fear there.
KIM KITSURAGI – He just shakes his head, still crouched over you. You hear a distant gunshot.
KIM KITSURAGI – He just shakes his head, still crouched over you. You hear a distant gunshot.
November 28, 2025 at 9:05 PM
AUTHORITY (Medium: Failure) – You try to give him your gun, so he'd understand. But he does not. He does not look into your eyes and see the fear there.
KIM KITSURAGI – He just shakes his head, still crouched over you. You hear a distant gunshot.
KIM KITSURAGI – He just shakes his head, still crouched over you. You hear a distant gunshot.