“I Don’t Want To Live In A Hole Anymore. And I’m Gonna Do Something About It.”

august please be good to all the friends in my phone. thank you

I was watching School Spirits yesterday and I realized the clothes you die in are the clothes you wear as a ghost and can never change unless you find other clothes in the school

What if you die in an ugly outfit?? 😀

King and Queen of Zaun 🩷💚

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Source (Arcane Key Art by Aliya Chen)

what doesn’t kill you makes you weird about intimacy

Since TikTok wants to be an asshole (flag my post), enjoy.

Prayers (Sinner)

It’s funny.

Well, not really.

Theres nothing humorous about disgrace.

A fall from grace if you may.

A sinner.

I’m supposed to pray—

be thankful,

feel content with what the Lord has given me.

(I’m not.

I don’t pray.

I’m not a prayer.

I’m a sinner.)

Instead, I’m hateful and resent the curses—the wrong I’ve been ridden with,

The curses that have burrowed and brew in my skin.

The wrong that I can’t get rid of.

(I can’t cut them out.

I can’t cure them,

Because it’s apart of me.)

Embedded in my veins,

My skin,

My intestines,

And I just can’t seem to throw them up.

Intertwined so deeply into my soul they cannot be removed.

(I was born a “queer”

A “black sheep”

A “cross-dresser.”

My curses.

I’m a sinner.)

On my knees—

I beg and wail for forgiveness,

Trying to think of what I’ve did to deserve the body I’ve been shoved into.

What I’ve done to be cast as a “burden”

A “mistake”

A “Defect”

“Useless.”

(I’m a sinner.)

I’m forever hoping-

praying he’ll put me in a better body.

(Now I pray

I pray to undo

my mistakes,

To become a saint.

But none the less

I’m a sinner.)

One that does not sin

One that isn’t weak, no

One that’ll get me my place in front of the pearly gates

because in this body,

I’ll never be worthy.

Maybe God was not who crafted me, no

Twas’ Satan who did.

(I’m a sinner.)

I’m no child of God

Not by choice, no

I’m child of Satan,

“Broken, an enemy of God.”

He could never accept such disdain.

(I’m a sinner.)

“Thoughts and prayers.”

Condolences to a lost soul.

(A soul of which is mine.)

“God bless you.”

Isn’t enough to fix a bastard.

(I’m a child of sin,

Of sinners.

I’m a sinner.)

He says, “If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination; they shall surely be put to death.”

(I ought be to maimed

disowned—

dropped into the eternal flame

as though;

I am a sinner.)

Casual

Snapping back into reality/conciseness from being in autopilot is so fucking odd, man. Like, “Oh shit, I am actually here.”

Do you think that Odysseus has become a kind of running joke among the gods, like when we joke about cockroachs' survivability?

For example some mortal is surviving stuff that rly should've killed him, and someone on Olympus says "is he pulling an Odysseus on us?" and everyone laughs

“I feel when I question

my skin starts to burn

Why does my skin start to burn?”

— Fable.

Gigi Perez, the pain you cause me.