I Have This Terrible Thing Inside Of Me That Is Lodged In The Back Of My Throat. It Tears At Me, Constricts

Augh dude everything is so exhausting I’m so tired of this

i wish i found what i was looking for that day.

lay me down with the leaves and the moss. rest me by rotting wood with hidden mushrooms and beneath trees as tall as mountains. let the forest eat me alive.

i should just change my name to paper tiger at this point

divinity - a poem

seek familiarity in the warmth of ichor on your gelid, gelid skin

did they tell you that this world was meant for you?

or did they carve crosses in your chest, caving in your sternum?

did they tell you tales of falsified salvation, of cruel righteousness?

of eternal damnation at the blade of atheistic refutation?

seek answers in the warmth of ichor on your gelid, gelid skin

discover the world that lives to be your oyster

find redemption in the splendor of your existence

survive to lead the legacy of passion and absolution

learn to believe in the warmth of ichor on your gelid, gelid skin

seek divinity in mortality, find divinity beneath your hardened shell

seek divinity where it seeks you

I love my friends so much. How blessed am I to have people who choose me again and again despite not sharing my blood. I hope I get to choose them again and again forever, too.

“Why are we seeing so many Evil Wizards these days?!” two reasons:

Most wizards used to die in horrible accidents during their apprenticeship, but since the so called ‘apprenticeship rights’ laws went into effect more wizards survive to go in to grad school, thus becoming evil

Evil Wizard has figured out cloning

“We never believe we’re beautiful, no matter how many times we hear it. We never believe it until someone says it in the right way.”

— Francine Prose

yelling