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ofaither · 1 year
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୨୧˚♡* ♱    starter call, accepting.    ( @lothews​ )
                new  jersey  has  never  gotten  as  cold  as  this,  never  has  their  little  farm  back  home  made  her  bones  quiver  to  a  point  where  she  can’t  stand  still.  it  was  small,  but  it  was  always  warm.  she’s  prayed  every  day  to  return  there,  begging  the  Lord  for  a  miracle,  or  for  a  sign,  any  sign  from  Him.  and  everytime  she  did,  she  felt  guilt  seep  through  her  skin,  poisoning  her  and  silencing  her  for  the  rest  of  the  day,  begging  for  forgiveness.  she’s  supposed  to  trust  Him,  infinitely  and  without  doubts.  she  doesn’t  need  a  sign,  it  was  selfish  to  ask.  after  the  dead  guy's  plane  had  failed,  she  hadn’t  slept,  or  maybe  she  had,  everything  feels  like  nothing.  she’d  never  stopped  reading  the  flight  manual,  never  stopped  picking  apart  the  plane  at  any  place  that  could  be  picked.  but  it  was  a  general,  unsaid  rule  not  to  go  out  at  night,  so  she  sat  awake  and  prayed  instead.  her  hands  are  clasped  and  her  thoughts  are  mid-reverence  when  she  hears  a  noise.  all  too  familiar,  her  heart  alights,  fluttering  with  anxiety.  the  longer  she  hears,  the  less  she  can  stand  it.  these  weren’t  blessed  images  of  the  Lord,  these  were  flashes  of  pain,  of  fear.  He  would  not  wish  suffering  on  His  prophet,  He  wouldn’t.  not  on  lottie,  not  on  lottie.      “  lottie?  ”    she  calls  out,  into  the  darkness,  a  pale,  silvery  hand  drifting  in  the  moonlight  to  find  the  blessing  she  calls  a  friend.  crawling  to  her  and  cupping  her  face,  cradling  her.    “  wake  up,  lottie,  wake  up.  ”
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prettydeadprophet · 3 years
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Currently, my mind has been silent. The usual whispers of thoughts and ideas have fled, I am left with an empty well of still water hoping to fish out an ounce of inspiration. Alas, all the fish in the well are dead - much like the free autumn leaves, only I don't feel free. But then again I stop and wonder, what really is freedom? Is it the lack of regulations or is the freedom i desire something that can only be obtained from death.
-prettydeadprophet
23/10/21
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prettydeadprophet · 3 years
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Why are my only 2 notes from a bot who wants me to be his sugar baby *sigh*.
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prettydeadprophet · 3 years
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Dying by global warming is the ultimate pathetic fallacy tbh.
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prettydeadprophet · 3 years
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prettydeadprophet · 3 years
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Everyone shits on Grimes but she's all I ever want to be - a manic pixie married to a billionaire
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