“I always go on until I am stopped, and I am never stopped.” - Percy Bysshe Shelley
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Tüm hâkikat orada..
Gerisi lâf-ı güzaf…
A movie grants a visa. A book makes you a citizen.
DBC Pierre (in ‘Release the Bats’)
“The face of “evil” is always the face of total need. A dope fiend is a man in total need of dope. Beyond a certain frequency need knows absolutely no limit or control. In the words of total need: “Wouldn’t you?” Yes you would. You would lie, cheat, inform on your friends, steal, do anything to satisfy total need. Because you would be in a state of total sickness, total possession, and not in a position to act in any other way.”
- William S. Burroughs, Naked Lunch
doing small things for yourself can give you such a boost. i wasn’t feeling the greatest this morning, i’m currently sick and have had a headache all day, but as i was getting ready this morning i put in a tiny extra effort and found my favourite socks and wore them. and hey!! it worked. it’s small and a little bit silly but it works! even making small efforts builds up over time. know you’ll be out late? pack a snack that you know you love. not feeling the greatest? wear your favourite socks!!
My English unit this session is Gothic Literature and everything about it is hauntingly beautiful.
finished reading the dragon republic and…. i will now be screaming in the abyss my mental health is unstable again luvs xx
The Protagonist gasps, eyes watering from the smoke as flaming-hot debris fall down in a cascade around them.
They barely register it as the Antagonist helps them stand, struggling even to stagger through the prominent pain in their spine.
“We’re damn lucky that you’re our Guardian-Angel….”.
The Protagonist wheezes, squinting from the strain of seeing in the dim-light.
“I’m your Guardian-Angel, to them I’m the fucking Grimm-Reaper”.
The Antagonist hisses, pushing the Protagonist halfway in front of them to try and speed things up.
“Shouldn’t we like…. go back for the others anyway?”.
The Protagonist asks, sounding oddly uncertain for someone who’s meant to be the ‘Good Guy’.
“Do you want to go back and get them?….”.
The Antagonist questions, eyes never leaving the perspective safe-space ahead of them.
The Protagonist hesitates, like, actually hesitates before answering.
“To be honest?, no, they’ve been nothing but jerks ever sense my powers started malfunctioning and one of them even threatened me the other day”.
The Antagonist is taken aback by the casualness of how the Protagonist states that one of their so-called “Team” actually threatened them, but then the Antagonist grins, happy to finally hear some semblance of a desire for self-care coming from their closest Fake-Not-Fake Companion.
“Suit yourself, let’s blow this chicken-shit stand and get you cleaned up”.
“Even the whitest marble blackens at twilight.”