Venus reaches out to us. She has eyes to fly with and wings to see. As terrible as an angel, be afraid. That wing to see the truth and that eye to lay it bare.
We feel the heat on our skin and recoil. It wants something from us, a lot of things, maybe everything.
warning signs - deermouth / symphony of the sixth blast furnace - evgeny sedukhin / sticksandsharks / anna maria - tara andris / yoshi busan / soapstore / welcome to nightvale ep. 22 / glow - katrin koenning / new york public library phone records / shitty horoscopes vol. v - amrit brar / sandalphon and metatron in their chrysalis - ultrainfinitepit / the birth of venus (after botticielli) - andy warhol / the sun - edvard munch / csms-jpg / the blind leading the blind - lisel mueller / antnprklv / exit - jessica hayworth
"We are our own company now. We asked to be let out. And we let ourselves out."
Any We Know The Devil enjoyers out there? Is it just me on this hill?
If you haven't seen this game I BEG you to watch a playthrough or play it yourself. It absolutely changed me, and it's such a wonderful message about LGBTQ+ and how even if people try to repress you, you deserve to be who you really are. You'll find your people, and they'll never be able to silence you again.
I'm not a religious person anymore, but this game is so beautiful with its religious symbolism, the way it portrays the way some religions see the LGBTQ+ community, how they try so hard to suppress it, mark you as bad or troubled. But there's always a little devil inside of us, aching for change, to be welcomed, to be loved. Maybe we should let her out sometimes.
The existence of a True Ending begets the existence of a False Ending.
They do everything right, still get sent to the cabin, but no matter how much the bonfire captain has it out for them, the devil... never comes. They finish their last week with the scouts and go home, trading phone numbers but never really intending to see or talk to each other again.
But Venus still sees wavering lights in the distance. Jupiter can still feel fingers around her wrist, holding her back. And one day, they both get a text from Neptune: a photo of a sink filled with black ichor, the bottom of her chin streaked with the same in the mirror.