Eat your heart out!
Young Jacob in the desert, where it alll begaan. Hunt. Kill. Sacrifice.
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Includes Interpol, Talking Heads, Lowlife UK, Joy Division, molchat doma, ,Iceage, Fontaines DC, Shame, Squid, Ploho, The Horrors, Bitchevsky Park, Bambara, A Projection, Protomartyr, makthaverskan , The Feelies, New Order, The Mission, Preoccupations, Black Midi, Editors, White Lies, The Strokes, KILLING JOKE, king krule, The National, Two Door Cinema Club, The Fall, Bauhaus , Nick Cave, Essential Logic, ESG, Viagra Boys and More !
Quintessential post punk playlist. The very best curated by the heart of darkest, the blackest goth, a real brother. I got the skin to match the bleed….
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some books put you on the edge of seat making you wonder what's about to happen. Some books transport you into another world where you live momentarily. Like a taking up a character and playing an rp game with pre written plot n dialogues.
Some books are just reflection into your inner thoughts. for me Midnight Library was such a book. This and The bell jar.
It's through the narrators you find yourself. You see yourself because you relate to most if not all the same life philosophy or beliefs or just simply see life the same way as the characters (or rather the writers)
Midnight Library gave me the opportunity to visit life from a new perspective while still maintaining my core beliefs. I felt I learned along with Nora.
I found my new coping mechanism for life. The midnight Library(the concept) is my coping mechanism to be alive.
It's okay if I'm not an astronaut in space. It's okay if i never become a writer. It's okay if i never live on the edge of the city or in the woods. It's okay If i can't do or be everything in this lifetime. Because I can do them in my other lives. I AM DOING them in my other lives. I AM ALIVE in my other lives / realities. I am living infinite lives simultaneously. Of course I'll try my best live the way i want in this life but it's okay if im not able to. I won't regret the things that aren't are.
I think this strange wave of optimism will come n go as waves do.
I'll chant ' you don't have to understand life, you have to live it' it seems like i was supposed to hear it. It will soothe my existential dreading self for a while. Alas i dont think there's cure for existentialism. Just momentary reliefs. And this will be that, the momentary relief from existentialism.
i get why I liked this book. It's mostly based on Sylvia Plath's fig tree metaphor. Branches from a single tree each branch leading to a different twig and at the end is a fruit. Each fig is a result of a set of different choices. Sylvia can't decide which fig to pick and they all fall to ground, rotting.
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Chucky says nice stuff.
I made this using clip studio paint :)
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What if I told u there's this seed that is so, so very dark... try not to piss urself
- Josh
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pov; you’re an unfortunate DarkWorlder
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Story Prompt 76
"What do you mean they're all dead, I was having fun," exclaimed the figure, their voice dripping with disbelief and a hint of amusement.
The scene unfolded amidst the ruins of a once bustling village, now reduced to smoldering debris and echoing with the distant cries of survivors. The figure, clad in battle-worn armor, surveyed the aftermath with a twisted grin, their eyes alight with a strange fervor.
A fellow soldier approached cautiously, his expression a mix of horror and uncertainty. "Sir, we… we didn't realize… the extent…"
The figure waved a dismissive hand, cutting off the soldier mid-sentence. "Does it matter?" they scoffed. "We came to conquer, didn't we? To assert our dominance, to show them who holds the power."
The soldier swallowed hard, his gaze flickering nervously to the lifeless bodies strewn across the ground. "But… but they were unarmed civilians," he stammered. "Women, children… we… we slaughtered them."
A dark chuckle escaped the figure's lips, sending shivers down the soldier's spine. "War is not for the faint of heart, my friend," they replied, their tone chillingly casual. "In the end, it's survival of the fittest. They were weak, and we… we showed them the consequences."
As the reality of their actions began to sink in, the soldier recoiled, his hands trembling with a mixture of fear and remorse. "I can't… I can't do this anymore," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I won't be part of this madness."
But the figure merely shrugged, their eyes cold and unfeeling. "Suit yourself," they replied, turning away from the soldier and disappearing into the smoke-filled horizon.
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