January 2024

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valtsv:

"I tell them that they survived, in their hundreds - miraculously and inexplicably, dodging the bombs. Not a single victim, not one death. An act of divine mercy. When that doesn’t work, I tell them that they were buried properly, according to whatever rites or customs they happen to cherish. When that doesn’t work, I try and turn them into my mother again, in the hopes of making the dead people hateful to me. When that doesn’t work, I tell them that I’m sorry. I tell them I wish they still had ears to become all the wondrous imaginings I had in store for them."

she can't raise the dead. she can't leave the world a better place than she found it. she can't even change it into something that makes her capable of accepting the way it is. she's a weapon, and weapons can only draw blood and pain.

drawing of a person all all fours screaming and sobbing

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dawnwalker:

the lights are back on.

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regicidal-defenestration:

SILVERWOOD:(Sourly) Feels like there’s two kinds of pragmatism out there tonight, doesn’t it? We need to be reasonable enough to lower our heads to the chopping block. And in return, the bosses will be reasonable enough to swing the fucking axe.
A low quality picture of a horse staring out into sea. The caption says, in all caps, MAN

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cherrywhite:

Oh I'm SO normal about this

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deermouth:

If they’d asked me to, I could have killed this town beautifully. And I’d have borne witness to the horror, and I’d have rejoiced in it - and it would have been considerably less vile and ugly than this. The ones back home, the ones who are listening in, I don’t think they know what they’ve done here. The line of connection between the victim and the victimiser, the sacrifice and the god - it’s long, and tangled, and indistinct. A god should not be able to avert her eyes. What a terrible thing it must be, to be monstrous and not even know it. And even if all of this is lies, even if I am just as bad and just as careless as the people back home who did this to Sutler’s Weald… …well, then, let me hate them, pure and simply, for being just as bad as me, because people - -people should be kinder than the gods that eat them.

People should be kinder than the gods that eat them.

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The lights are back on.

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geothefafa:

geothefafa:

tragic. they found an angel stcuk tangled in the telephone wires outsside your house. sorruy. yeah we dont know how to get it out cus anyone who approached the divine light of their holy aura got obliterated. yeah we forgot their names. it'll probably get free sooner or later. dont go outside

interesting point! lets not stare at it for too long okay!!