son of exy
yes i am full of love but also? insurmountable rage
I hate the suburbs so much it’s unreal bro
You’re laughing. This is my second form and the latin choir has started singing, and you’re laughing.
for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits
Someone: yeah it was so sad when this character died
Me, who’s already read 15 fix-it fics and no longer can tell the difference between canon and fanon: when they what
RIP to everyone killed by the gods for their hubris but im different. and better. maybe even better than the gods
I'm a pacifist like institutionally but I'm absolutely certain that violence solves at least some problems on a much smaller level. I don't believe in wars or nuclear weapons or military campaigns I do believe in the power of that guy who punched the nazi in the face so hard his entire media presence immediately crumbled to dust
Nostalgia is like hey remember that time in your life when you were unbearably sad and angry all the time? What if you weren't? What if you actually miss it? What if magnolia trees never smell like that again?

Black Cat sitting in a box at an old bookstore in Mexico City (2016)
i’ve got all this rage in me and i don’t know where to put it
@rbhvleo // paul miller “utopia” // “the book of promothea” hélène cixous tr. betsy wing // gillian flynn “dark places” // ginger snaps // @heavensghost // @vawium // @traumathoughts // lucille clifton “leukemia as white rabbits” // ahamkara lustre print @artofmaquenda // audre lorde
[ID: a collection of text excerpts:
- “TELL ME WHERE TO PUT THE ANGER / TELL ME WHERE TO PUT THE ANGER / TELL ME WHERE TO PUT THE ANGER”
- a drawing with a deep red background with unidentifiable black text scribbled on the top and bottom right corners. on top, a white face is drawn - the mouth is open as if in a scream with teeth baring, the right eye is slightly bigger.
- “i exist, i am, don’t come near, i have teeth, i have claws”
- “I was not a lovable child, and i’d grown into a deeply unlovable adult. draw a picture of my soul, and it’d be a scribble with fangs.”
- “Ginger: I get this ache... and I thought it was for sex but it’s to tear everything to fucking pieces.”
- “I AM AN ANGEL FULL OF RAGE / I CAN’T TOLERATE THIS PAIN”
- “never again will i be gentle / I will be bloodied knuckles and scuffed elbows / I will remain rough”
- “i am i am i am furious”
- an ahamkara lustre print of black dogs baring teeth
- “I feel it’s my anger that has / helped keep me alive,” /end ID]
theres a knight in my backyard stabbing the ground with his sword trying to render my soil barren by killing the worms but luckily ive trained them all in classical ballet and they keep pirouetting away from the blade
you can’t get sentences like this anywhere else
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bus rides

I wake up. I consume media. I wish my life was different. I make no effort to change it. I consume more media. I go to sleep.
Before Dawn - Xiao Hua Yang
It was November—the month of the crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines.
-Lucy Maud Montgomery


