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just-wublrful · 2 years

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only one of you is going to make it and you’re afraid it's going to be you, or, alternatively: you are standing by the tragic hero and it is looking rough out there-

( @lasilhouetteinbianco i did it there’s moby. whoo)

A History of My Brief Body, Billy-Ray Belcourt | Antigonick, Sophokles trans. Anne Carson | The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupéry | Doña Juana “la Loca” (1877), Francisco Pradilla | Giovanni’s Room, James Baldwin | THE TRAGIC HERO UPON REACHING THE END OF THE SCRIPT REALIZES HE HAS BEEN DEAD THIS WHOLE TIME, Joan Tierney | Wishbone, Richard Siken | Orpheus and Eurydice, George Frederic Watts | Bitter Water, The Oh Hellos | Sonnet 116, William Shakespeare | YOUR LOVE FINDS ITS WAY BACK, Sierra Mulder | Nymphs Finding the Head of Orpheus (detail, 1905), John William Waterhouse | Wishbone, Richard Siken | Richard Siken, in an interview with James Hall | Moby Dick, Herman Melville | Weeping Nude (1913-14), Edvard Munch | Love and Pain (1895), Edvard Munch | Metamorphoses, Ovid

[ID: An assortment of various quotes, lyrics, and paintings from a variety of sources.

1. To love someone / is firstly to confess: I’m prepared / to be devastated by you.

2. Ismene: I can help you suffer. // Antigone: No. // Ismene: I can give you reasons not to die. // Antigone: No.

3. And he took me by the hand. But he was still worrying. “It was wrong of you to come. You will suffer. I shall look like I was dead, and that will not be true...” I said nothing.

4. A painting of a young woman dressed in black. She stands in blank despair beside a casket in an open field. She is surrounded by a procession of numerous mourners, as smoke from a behind her rises into the air.

5. What are we staying here for? How long do you / want to sit in this house, eating your heart out?

6. You are kneeling at the water’s throne / When preparing for an ending scene / It’s important that / Swords drop like anchors / Yours will never rise again / I am watching from the cowberries, or / From your mother’s curtains, as if / Through a burial shroud, or

7. And it’s another wrong-man-dies scenario / and we keep doing it, Henry, / keep saying until we get it right... but we / always win and we never quit.

8. A painting of Orpheus and Eurydice at the entrance to Hades. Orpheus, in a toga, reaches out to catch Eurydice as she goes limp and pale, soul having returned to the Underworld. In the background a dead tree trunk can be seen.

9. I am not a fool entire / No, I know what is coming / You will bury me beneath the tree / I climbed when I was a child

10. Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, / But bears it out even to the edge of doom.

11. My throat is a beehive pitched into the river. Look! / Look how long my love can hold it’s breath.

12. A painting of Orpheus’ head floating down a river after being torn apart by the Maenads. His face is turned upward, with pale skin and long red hair. His lyre floats beside him, alongside numerous lily pads and lilies.

13. See, we’ve won again / here we are at the place where I get to beg / for it where I get to say, Please,

14. Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well.

15. “...Sleeping? Aye, toil how we may, we all sleep on the field. Sleep? Aye, and rust amidst greenness; as last years scythes flung down, and left in the half-cut swathes — Starbuck!” But blanched to a corpse’s hue with despair, the Mate had stolen away.

16. A painting of a nude woman sitting upon her bed, hunched over with her head in her hands and legs sprawled. She appears to be weeping. Her long, dark hair, spills around her shoulders and into her lap.

17. A painting of a woman and a man embracing each other. The woman has warm skin and long red hair, which spills over and contrasts with the man’s pale, grey skin. She buries her face into his nape, and he into her arms.

18. But when she saw him in his hapless plight, / though angry at his scorn, she only grieved. End ID.]

#webweaving #web weaving #oh god this one was a MONSTER #christ.#woe be upon ye #you know the drill #retribution #thornwhirr #dustmill #hiuhcore #wubweaving

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just-wublrful · 1 year

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a conversation between a man condemned and his devotee

(ID under the cut)

[ID: A collection of quotes from various sources.

1. Dear So-and-So, I’m sorry I couldn’t come to your party. / Dear So-and-So, I’m sorry I came to your party / and seduced you / and left you bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing.

2. We met out the back of the bar, and you smiled, all knives. Said, You don’t know me yet, but you will. We’re going to be so dangerous, babe, I can feel it. Found out biblically wasn’t the only way to know someone when I prised open your chest, looking for burning.

3. I wanted to know what I looked like to you. A sin committed and a prayer answered, you said.

4. I say, I promise I won’t do anything awful, / and he says, you are something awful, / but I’m keeping you anyway. / does that make me your bad thing? your wild / thing? something worth hunting across the county? / you want to kill me more than anyone else. / That’s what love is, baby.

5. It’d be the good kind of fire. More purgatory, less witch hunt. / I could try burn all this shame out of me. / It’d work as well as you think it would, / meaning, not at all.

6. I’m scared of the love I have for you. Because I know it will ruin me. And I also know that I will let it.

7. I will never admit what he means to / me. Will say / he was simply a game I / could not pass up. Love / is a death wish between you / and the you you’re / becoming. I will never admit to / him that his love feels like a tease / from God. A gift I / only deserve as prelude to punishment. Love / is a bluff between goodbye and forever. You

8. & vicious. & lovely. So when God asks / me about love, I respond with cruelty. I know / no other answer / I know no other question. I’m

9. And when one of us had finished confessing, we’d fall into the others orbit. And the other could always be relied upon to keep us there. / So when we asked the question in out own convoluted way, (will you love me anyway?)

10. It’s your privilege to find me incomprehensible. I gave you my minutes; let them remain ours. I hope I haunt you.

11. "Hell," I said, "I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?" / "Yes. I want to ruin you." / "Good," I said. "That's what I want too.”

12. And I pick up the phone, dial your number and wait / And shine like my petals once shone / And just as it's ringing, I whisper aloud to my saint / "Oh, we, we're gonna get on"

End ID.]

#webweaving #web weaving #i know i have 4 yves olades in here I KNOW #aiden #eli #p tag #god. beast im glad its done.#wubweaving

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just-wublrful · 2 years

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post hole

[ID: An assortment of quotes, lyrics, and photos from various sources.

1. Truth of it is: I was born / With an empty center. // When I find myself there, / It’s often despair. / But now and then it’s Zen.

2. The first law of holes, or the law of holes, is an adage which states: "if you find yourself in a hole, stop digging." Digging a hole makes it deeper and therefore harder to get out of, which is is used as a metaphor, that when in an untenable position, it is best to stop making the situation worse. More generally, it advises how one should solve problems of their own making.

3. A color photo of a pond that is mostly covered with a pale green algae. In the center, the algae has been cleared out in a circle, and the dark water looks like a hole or pit. Surrounding the pond is lush vegetation and trees.

4. // at what age did you begin to suspect you were alive // all things birth / their own opposites / the hole grew / & grew & there / i was / filling it / & therefore the hole / & therefore me / &therefore & / so on

5. Because there is something and there is nothing / There is nothing in-between

6. "and your worst sin is that you have destroyed and betrayed yourself for nothing. Isn't that fearful? Isn't it fearful that you are living in this filth which you loathe so, and at the same time you know yourself (you've only to open your eyes) that you are not helping any one by it, not saving any one from anything! Tell me," he went on almost in a frenzy, "how this shame and degradation can exist in you side by side with other, opposite, holy feelings? It would be better, a thousand times better and wiser to leap into the water and end it all!"

7. here. I can love and love his arms helping mine make something other than dirt and watch that love bleed straight into the space between us and then of course. It falls. Into a tunnel and gone.

8. The floor seemed wonderfully solid. It was comforting to know I had fallen and could fall no further.

9. the grave, getting out of the hole eventually; sometimes falling into a hole and languishing there for days, weeks, months, years, because while not the grave very difficult, still, to climb out of and you know after this hole there’s just another and another; sometimes surveying the landscape of holes and wishing for a high quality final hole; sometimes thinking of who has fallen into holes which are not graves but might be better if they were; sometimes too ardently

10. Have you ever gotten everything you ever wanted? / No. But once I got very close. / What happened? / I don’t know. Everything disappears. Even dreams. I suppose I just flew too close to the sun.

11. The second law of holes is commonly known as: "when you stop digging, you are still in a hole."

12. I am! I’m a pit. I’m a pit that good things fall into! End ID.]

#dustmill #cw sui ideation #tumblr girlies i am telling you right now if you relate to this post you likely have depression if you didnt know already #webweaving #web weaving #woe be upon ye #retribution #hole theory #faulkner said so so im believing him #wubweaving

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just-wublrful · 1 year

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Exodus 20:3, The Bible NIV | Staring Through the Demons, Bexless | Transfiguration (detail, 1516–20), Raphael | Crowds scream in delight as the Beatles perform at Sydney Stadium (1964), George Lipman | Genesis 1:27, The Bible NIV | Lifetime Achievement Award, Lemon Demon | Exodus 32: 23-24, The Bible NIV

(ID under the cut!)

[ID: An assortment of pictures and quotes from various sources.

1. You shall have no other gods before Me.

2. Look at their eyes. See how big they are? It's because they're looking at God.

3. A detail from Raphael's Transfiguration, showing a crowd of people pointing and staring in awe at Jesus Christ.

4. A black and white photo of a crowd of women screaming and cheering at a concert.

5. So God created mankind in his own image, in the image of God he created them; male and female he created them.

6. Whatever happened to Guillaume Le Million, who -- with his amber mane and sparkling teeth -- beguiled the tattered remains of the nation? While you suffered and suffered, did he dematerialize in a cloud of cocaine dust? Or did he simply stand in the corner and melt into the slendering *New* lines of some starlit boîte de nuit twenty years ago?

7. Hey, remember Michael Jackson? / Michael Jackson really happened / Delta, Echo, Alpha, Delta / Walking on the moon forever

8. They said to me, ‘Make us gods who will go before us. As for this fellow Moses who brought us up out of Egypt, we don’t know what has happened to him.’ So I told them, ‘Whoever has any gold jewelry, take it off.’ Then they gave me the gold, and I threw it into the fire, and out came this calf!”

9. New hands, new throat / New living tissue / You earned this new purpose / Lifetime achievement award / Don't be nervous, baby / We put a billion eyes back on you / From the grave to the stage / You're a natural, babe

10. When Mikey turned to look at the audience, he had to blink twice to make sure that he was really seeing what he was seeing. The kids' faces were totally distorted; Mikey could only make out the first few rows in the crush, but their mouths were dragging sharply down at the corners like some kind of grotesque mask, and as they grasped at Pete's hands and arms with their worshipful, greedy fingers, they gazed at him with giant, horribly stretched eyes. "What the fuck?" Frank breathed in Mikey's ear. "Their eyes are big," Mikey said, feeling like he was going to throw up. He tore his eyes away from the kids and looked across the stage to see Gerard, Bob and Brian disappearing backstage. "Their eyes are so big because they're looking at God." End ID.]

#unholyverse #wubweaving #woe be upon ye #i can't believe i made this #webweaving #web weaving #uhv

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just-wublrful · 1 year

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Like the Dawn, The Oh Hellos | Episode 1x01 ‘In Throes of Increasing Wonder’, Interview with the Vampire (2022) | Genesis 2 & 3, The Bible NIV | Episode 1x07 ‘The Thing Lay Still’, Interview with the Vampire (2022)

[ID: A series of images drawing parallels between Interview With The Vampire 2022, Like the Dawn by the Oh Hellos, and The Books of Genesis.

1. At last, at last / Bones of my bones and flesh of my flesh, at last

2. A shot of Louis from IWTV looking into the camera with a conflicted and slightly fearful, during the scene where Lestat convinces him to become a vampire. Subtitles read, ‘For the first time in my life, I was seen.’

3. That is why a man leaves his father and mother and is united to his wife, and they become one flesh. (Genesis 2:24)

4. A shot of Louis biting into Lestat’s wrist during his transformation. Subtitles read, ‘Drum, and then the other drum’.

5. The woman said to the serpent, “We may eat fruit from the trees in the garden, but God did say, ‘You must not eat fruit from the tree that is in the middle of the garden, and you must not touch it, or you will die.’” (Genesis 3:2-3)

6. A shot of Louis feeding from Lestat’s wrist as Lestat gazes at him in the background.

7. “You will not certainly die,” the serpent said to the woman. 5 “For God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.” (Genesis 3:4)

8. A shot of Louis gazing upwards, mouth bloodied, after his transformation. His eyes are now green.

9. Adam and his wife were both naked, and they felt no shame. (Genesis 2:25)

10. A shot of Louis and Lestat sitting in the church. Subtitles read, ‘In throes of increasing wonder’.

11. At last / And you will surely be the death of me / But how could I have known?

12. A shot of Louis in mourning, cradling Lestat’s bloodied body as he screams. End ID.]

#webweaving #woe be upon ye #iwtv #Interview with the Vampire #interview with the vampire 2022 #web weaving #louis de pointe du lac #lestat de lioncourt #loustat #okay spamming tags with this one but relevant i swear #doing a rewatch and it drove me insane #wubweaving

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just-wublrful · 2 months

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so goodbye until tomorrow

(ID under the cut!)

[ID: A collection of text from various sources

1. Talura: What is there to gain? Everyone turned their back on this. We could have found a way. We could have found a way to hold on to what we had.

Sephie: I go closer to her, wrap my arms around her even if her form is infinite. In this place between life and death, my spirit can encompass hers and I say

Sam: Sometimes change happens, but it doesn't mean that it'll be worse or that you can't find joy in what happens. And unless you try, you'll never know what could be.

2. There were some nice parts, sure, / all lemondrop and mellonball, laughing in silk pajamas / and the grains of sugar / on the toast, love love or whatever, take a number. I’m sorry / it’s such a lousy story.

3. And if you're never going to see someone again, it'll shine brightly and both of you can be polite and say, "It was nice to have you in my life while I did, good luck with everything that happens after now."

4. And nothing lasts forever / Some things aren’t meant to be

5. I will love you tomorrow, / and next week, / and I will love you when we are returned to the earth, / but tonight is for missing you & silence

6. screenshot of a tumblr post by user chloeinletters reading: “the time will pass anyways” has truly rocked me to my core since reading it and changed my life.

7. I’ve been spending the last 8 months / Thinkin’ all love ever does is break and burn and end / But on a Wednesday, in a cafe, I watched it begin again

End ID.]

#long post #webweaving #web weaving #wubweaving #woe be upon ye #i know go to jail for using taylor swift sue me #forgot i missed posting these yippee

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just-wublrful · 2 years

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where to draw the line between the monstrous and the divine?

[ID: A collection of quotes and images from various sources.

1. Some people touch you and it is a form of taking. / Others touch you & it is a way of shaping.

2. And the grace of gods (I’m pretty sure) / is a grace that comes by violence.

3. Attention, taken to it’s highest degree, is the same thing as prayer. It presupposes faith and love. // Absolutely unmixed attention is prayer.

4. Why are they all trying to make me into a saint? / Oh God! Oh God! / I want to do things. Stop turning me into a saint.

5. Hera countered: You were born thirsting a mouthful of ichor from any God who would oblige. Suffering follows quench.

6. A close-up detail from The Martyrdom of St. Denis by Leon Bonnat. Saint Denis wears black robes around his waist as he kneels on the steps, reaching for his head. In the place of his head glows a light over the stump of his neck. To the left, a person can be seen recoiling in shock, as another person’s legs lie on the bloodied steps.

7. decompose eventually. We collide with place, which / is another name for God, and limp away with a / permanent injury. Ask for a blessing? You can try, / but we will not remain unscathed.

8. You don’t get to die / and be reborn the same. / You come back, but you come back wrong. / This is the price you pay / for resurrection.

9. One moment you’re ordinary / a son, a brother, / and the next / a god is finding you / so remarkable / there’s no escape / except to turn into a tree.

10. What I really wanted to say was that a monster is not such a terrible thing to be. From the Latin root monstrum, a divine messenger of catastrophe, the adapted by Old French to mean an animal of myriad origins: centaur, griffin, satyr. To be a monster is to be a hybrid signal, a lighthouse: both shelter and warning at once.

11. I am tired of having hands / she said / I want wings-- // But what will you do without your hands / to be human? // I am tired of human / she said / I want to live on the sun--

12. and I said to the star, ‘Consume me.’

13. A painting of Medusa by Peter Paul Rubens. He decapitated head lays on a rock, face frozen in shock and horror as blood pours from the wound. A variety of snakes writhe around her head amongst her hair.

14. I am beginning to despair / and can see only two choices: / either go mad or turn holy.

End ID.]

#retribution #prophethood #webweaving #ooh boy #EDIT: forgot to include the id for one of the quotes so so sorry #woe be upon ye #wubweaving

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just-wublrful · 2 years

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the winds talk to the stars sometimes. that’d be nice. i’d like that.

[ID: An assortment of quotes and lyrics from various sources.

1. Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.

2. I once loved you,/ now I don’t know you at all.

3. What lived and died between us - haunts me still.

4. I dreamed I forgot you/ but to dream was remembering. I have words for you/ only, a linguistic fidelity./ Cherish and anguish and fool./ I look for you, I am finding/ out if I am brave. Last/ I saw you, it was the same disruptive season: robins trilling in the young/ flush, trees shivering/ pink all down the street./ I thought the ache/ would ruin me, and maybe it did./ Here I am in the beatific after/ still calling back to you.

5. “You carry away with you a reflection of me, a part of me. I dreamed you, I wished for your existence. You will always be a part of my life. If I love you, is must be because we have shared at some time the same imaginings, the same madness

6. ship to you (you belong to me, even if I should never see you again) [...] these I know, insofar they do not fall into the

7. was that you love him anywhere,/ even in this land of no memory,/ even in this domain of hunger./ You hold love in your hand, a red seed/ you had forgotten you were holding.

8. We loved, didn’t we? I was devoted to you, like a nail to a bed. A splinter to skin. Sometimes I was soft, though, do you remember?

9. “(...) I will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close... I will love you until your face is fogged by distant memory. I will love you no matter where you go and who you see, I will love you if you don't marry me. I will love you if you marry someone else--and I will love you if you never marry at all, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all. That is how I will love you even as the world goes on its wicked way.”

10. I am sorry. I am grateful./ I just want us to be friends now, forever./ Take this bowl of blackberries from the garden./ The sun has made them warm./ I picked them just for you. I promise/ I will try to stay on my side of the couch.

11. We’re under the same moon and I’m sick/ with that knowing.

12. You and I/ are like grief and the mountain,/ we will not meet/ in this world./ But sometimes/ will you send across the stars/ A sign?

13. If I could have done it all again, I would have loved you better. But I could not have loved you more.

14. And autumn comes when you’re not yet done/ With the summer passing by, but/ I don’t think I could stand to be/ Where you don’t see me.

15. I see the tree above the grave and think, I’m wearing/ my heart on leaves. My heart on leaves./ Love ends. But what if it doesn’t? End ID.]

#long post #dustmill #curlew #webweaving #retribution #hashtag divorcecore babeyyyyyy #divorcecore #i love feeling things for a wife ive never had incredible what the human mind can get up to #apologies to my actual wife if they see this #woe be upon ye #wubweaving

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just-wublrful · 1 year

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predestination

Ferris Wheel at the World's Fair, Gregory Orr | A City Like a Guillotine Shivers on its Way to the Neck, Ilya Kaminsky | Certain Magical Acts, Alice Notley | Falling Up, Will Wood | Catastrophe is Next to Godliness, Franny Choi | La mano destra che sa cosa fa la sinistra (2011), Giovanni Gasparo | Moby Dick, Herman Melville | Catastrophe is Next to Godliness, Franny Choi | No Evil Stars, Lynn Crosbie | & O, bright star of disaster, I have been lit, Franny Choi | Half-Hanged Mary, Margaret Atwood | Bluets, Maggie Nelson | Here I Dreamt I Was an Architect, The Decemberists

[ID under the read more!]

[ID: An assortment of quotes and images from various sources.

1. Fortune has a zero for a heart - defend / Against Her, whose wheel is noose and snare.

2. At the trial of God we will ask: why did you allow all this? /And the answer will be an echo: why did you allow all this?

3. I’m so sticky with Fate that I can hardly move for fear of it. / Maybe the point is that you can always see or feel it coming. / The beginning and the unraveling at the same time.

4. Cut ties, shed the dead weight / I ain’t saying it’s fate, but there are no mistakes and

5. When the Bad Thing happened, I saw every blade. /And every year I find out what they’ve done to us, I shed another skin. / I get closer to open air; true north.

6. A painting of eight hands splayed in various poses against a black background, tangled together in string as if controlling a puppet.

7. tell why this was exactly; yet, now that I recall all the circumstances, I think I can see a little into the springs and motives which being cunningly presented to me under various disguises, induced me to set about performing the part I did, besides cajoling me into the delusion that it was a choice resulting from my own unbiased freewill and discriminating judgment.

8. O unsayable—O tender and divine unsayable, I knew you then: / you line straight to the planet’s calamitous core; you moment moment moment; / you intimate abyss I called sister for a good reason.

9. “I sleep more and more and in my dreams God says, ‘You’re done for’ and ‘It only gets worse’.”

10. fleshy marionette in the window, dancing / her awful, crooked dance. & isn’t that // what you paid for? isn’t that what you came / to see? a god, on loop, failing?

11. Well God, now that I’m up here / with maybe some time to kill / away from the daily / fingerwork, legwork, work / at the hen level, / we can continue our quarrel, / the one about free will. // Is it my choice that I’m dangling / like a turkey’s wattles from this / more than indifferent tree? / If Nature is Your alphabet, / what letter is this rope?

12. 220. Imagine someone saying, “Our fundamental situation is joyful.” Now imagine believing it. / 221. Or forget belief: imagine feeling, even if for a moment, that it were true.

13. And try one, and try two / I guess it always comes down to / Alright, it's okay / Guess it's better to turn this way. End ID.]

#paranoia inducing #tw religion #religion #woe be upon ye #long post #webweaving #web weave #please ask if you need anything tagged!! this is a very intense one and i dont mean to upset anybody #wubweaving

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just-wublrful · 2 years

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@lasilhouetteinbianco haha get fukt loser

#retribution #webweaving #dustmill #god i hope i did this right #hiuhcore #woe be upon ye #wubweaving

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just-wublrful · 2 years

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@lasilhouetteinbianco we are very very normal about hands here

[ID: An assortment of quotes, lyrics, and images from various sources.

1. don’t come too close. i almost wanted to say but instead i swallowed the words down my throat and into the pocket i keep inside of my heart. you’re going to hurt me and i’m going to let you. our hands are almost touching, my body is trembling. i think i love you and it makes me sick. you hold my hand and i let you. i don’t want anything else but this. a.m

2. truth is: i am afraid // we are both knives, both stones, / both scarred. Or we will be.

3. You can think again / When the hand you wanna hold is a weapon and / You’re nothin’ but skin

4. perhaps it isn’t love when I say you are what I love the most -- you are the knife I turn inside myself, this is love.

5. I brought my hands and was told / Yes, that’s all you need

6. Having used every subterfuge / To shake you, lies, fatigue, or even that of passion, / Now I see no way but a clean break. / I add that I am willing to bear to bear the guilt. // You nod assent. Autumn turns windy, huge, / A clear vase of dry leaves vibrating on and on. / We sit, watching. When next I speak / Love buries itself in me, up to the hilt.

7. Our lungs, eager & panting, as if the air has been made just to hold us / this close to each other. The same way we stand now, near enough // to clutch the only other living being shattered by this immensity -- / but we don’t. Call this the ruin of years. Call this redemption. / Tell me you’ve missed the tireless burden of my solid weight / against your back.

8. “Though lovers be lost love shall not,” etc. But I am not yet sure how to sever the love from the lover without occasioning some degree of carnage.

9. A painting of two bloodied hands holding onto each other.

10. How can I // convince you this is love? Is it luckier to have a redeemer / who will kill for you? One who will die for you?

11. It is enough, this moment, not to speak. To touch your hand.

12. For this is / love: rigor // mortis in the / mortal grip / and never to let // go

End ID.]

#long post #hiuhcore #dustmill #thornwhirr #sighs. back on my bullshit #webweaving #im sorry everyone who knows me and my blorbo #woe be upon ye #wubweaving

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just-wublrful · 1 year

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Episode 3x08 “The Botanic Garden”, His Dark Materials (2022) | Strawberries (c. 1905), Pierre-Auguste Renoir | Mouthful of Forevers, Clementine von Radics | Sunrise, Louise Glück | Episode 1x03 “A Long, Long Time”, The Last of Us (2023) | A Great and Sudden Change, Sue Zhao

[ID: A collection of images and words from various sources.

1. It’s funny, isn’t it? One little moment. All she did as offer me a sweet, and it changed my life forever.

2. A painting of a bowl of strawberries on a table, beside a sugar bowl and lemons. The style painting is rough and impressionistic, and the colors are warm.

3. Our love came when we’d given up / on asking love to come. I think / that has to be part / of its miracle.

4. And if you missed a day, there was always the next, / and if you missed a year, it didn’t matter, / the hills weren’t going anywhere, / the thyme and rosemary kept coming back, / the sun kept rising, the bushes kept bearing fruit—

5. A screenshot from Episode 3 of The Last of Us, of the scene where Bill and Frank joyously eat strawberries together.

6. After what? / The end. He knitted his brows. / The question made her laugh and suddenly the air felt light again. / Well, she said, if you get through it? It feels marvellous. / It feels like a second chance. End ID.]

#webweaving #web weaving #woe be upon ye #wubweaving #the last of us #his dark materials #p tag #if you see this just know im sorry i couldnt share it with you the way i wanted to

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just-wublrful · 2 years

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on loss, grief, and praying to the stars for absolution

[ID: An assortment of quotes and images from various sources.

1. Those lovers are mostly gone. My hands remain —: like altars.

2. like I will never touch a beautiful thing again and the man / looks me in the eyes and he points me to the blue-orange vault / over heaven’s gates and he says the face of everyone you miss / is up there and I know I know I can’t see them but I know

3. a sound. The waters of the dead, a clear road, / every lover in the form of stars, the road / blocked. All night I stretched my arms across

4. A painting of two people sitting and looking up at a star-filled night sky. The person on the left has dark hair and wears a white dress, the person on the right wears black clothes and has their back to the viewer. They are sitting on a green hill, with another green hill and a river in the background. Two lines streak across the sky, indicating shooting stars.

5. When does a war end? When can I say / your name and have it mean only your / name and not what you left behind?

6. Staring / at the tree for a long time now, I am reminded / of the righteousness I had before the scorch / of time. I miss who I was. I miss who we all were, / before we were this: half alive to the brightening sky, / half dead already. I place my hand on the unscarred / bark that is cool and unsullied, and because I cannot / apologize to the tree, to my own self I say, I am sorry. / I am sorry I have been so reckless with your life.

7. We’ve read / the back of the book, we know what’s going to happen. / The field’s burnt, the land destroyed, the lovers left / broken in the brown dirt. And then it’s gone.

8. I haven’t said goodbye to the ruins yet.

9. Makes you sad. All of your friends are gone. Good-bye / Goodbye. No more tears. I would like to meet you all / in Heaven. But there’s a litany of dreams that happens / Somewhere in the middle. Moonlight spilling

10. In truth, I only remember closing my eyes. In truth, I believe you were all there / because I knew that in a dream, I could keep all of you safe. In truth, // I woke still afraid. In truth, all of my teeth were aching when I crawled / from underneath the covers.

11. I’m lying down and all I can see is the stars. / The hole in my chest breathes / like a stupid mistake.

12. what belongs to you / doesn’t // in the shattered absence / of an unraveling cosmos // what tiny bits of debris will you / unexpectedly ache for? // what small particles will you / cling to / as if you actually could?

13. Because this mess I made I made with love.

14. A picture of two hands on a black background. The hands are colored and lit blue and hold onto a cluster of star-like white dots. The white dots overlap at the center, creating a white sphere, and flake out from there.

15. What else can my hands / do with the blood? Pray? End ID.]

#webweaving #retribution #dustmill #the stars #lord this was a long one #woe be upon ye #wubweaving

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just-wublrful · 2 years

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who the hell names themselves ‘firechaser’

#retribution #dustmill #the sun #i love bullying my blorbo. ill do it all day every day. only me though no one else is allowed to #webweaving #woe be upon ye #wubweaving

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just-wublrful · 2 years

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and they were roommates

Bluets, Maggie Nelson | Baked Goods, Aimee Nezhukumatathil | Dear Eros, Traci Brimhall | nights like these, pigeon pit | Game Shows Touch Our Lives, The Mountain Goats | Its Not Like Nikola Tesla Knew All of Those People Were Going to Die, Hanif Abdurraqib | If I Should Come Upon Your House Lonely in the West Texas Desert, Natalie Diaz | I Will, Mitski | Object Permanence, Nicole Sealy | Sharon Olds | Six Poems for Tamar, Yehuda Amichai | Seventh Circle of Earth, Ocean Vuong | The Dream of Death, or the Site of the Poetical Bodies, trans. Yvette Siegert, Alejandra Pizarnik

( @lasilhouetteinbianco grimacing emoji)

[Image Description: an assortment of lyrics and quotes from various sources.

1. Eventually you will have to give up this love, she told me one night while I made us dinner. It has a morbid heart.

2. I want our summers/ to always be like this - a kitchen wrecked/ with love, a table overflowing with baked goods/ warming the already warm air. After all the/ pots are stacked, the goodies cooled, and all the counters/ wiped clean - never let us be rescued from this/ mess.

3. with laughs as dark as our halos. I wished Always/ but the dandelion seeds were stubborn, everything ripe/ refused my mouth. When I said Come home, it was a lie, /but I believed it. For a year I was light shaking on/ the surface of the/ water, a fire softening into a flood,/ and once his hand around my arm like a snake circling/ a branch in Eden. Not all secrets are shames, and this one/ isn’t either. It’s the pale green of healing. It’s my lips/ opening like parentheses and his name inside, it’s turning/ back from the wrong north, the moon like a slice of raw/ onion, my skin weeping like a fever, closing the question/ with my hand around my other arm so I’ll match, so I’ll burn.

4. And I stayed up, chain smoking in the kitchen/ Until you got home and the curtains were on fire/ Fuck, I’m sorry you feel all alone

5. Maybe everything that falls down eventually rises/ our house sinking into disrepair

6. Enough with the foolishness of hope and how it bruises/ the walls of a home where two people sit, stubbornly in love/ with the idea of staying. If one must pray, I imagine/ it is most worthwhile to pray towards endings.

7. If you say to me, This is not your new house/ but I am your new home,/ I will enter the door of your throat,/ hang my last lariat in the hallway,

8. And all the quiet nights you bear/ Seal them up with care/ No one needs to know they're there/ For I will hold them for you/ 'Cause all I ever wanted is here/ All I ever wanted/ All I want is/ Always you

9. We wake as if surprised the other is still there,/ each petting the sheet to be sure

10. The house seems/ to circle around you/ slowly. I circle around you, a wild/ animal near a fire. I remember/ I would kill for you. I remind myself/ it won’t be necessary.

11. The rain is speaking quietly,/ you can sleep now./ Near my bed, the rustle of newspaper wings./ There are no other angels./ I’ll wake up early and bribe the coming day/ to be kind to us.

12. As if my finger, / tracing your collarbone / behind closed doors, / was enough / to erase myself. To forget / we built this house without knowing / it won’t last. How/ does anyone stop / regret / without cutting / off his hands?

13. And I would wander across all/ the deserts of this world, even after death, to/ search for you - you who were the place/ of love. End ID.]

#webweaving #long post #have you ever managed to somehow get more niche in a subject which was already niche as hell #dustmill #thornwhirr #and they were roommates. enough said #hiuhcore #woe be upon ye #wubweaving

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just-wublrful · 2 years

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@lasilhouetteinbianco folds laundry viciously in your direction

[ID: a collection of quotes and lyrics from various sources.

1. Some men will make a grave out of anything./ Anything./ It depends on how lonely they get./ Times when a body could dig through the night.

2. I am thinking of the magnetic pull of pain/ to pain, thinking know me, know me, know me.

3. HE WAS ALWAYS a winged thing and I was always/ a grave, an openness. That's how we knew/ our belonging and how we knew it wouldn't last.

4. My Dear, Find what you love and let it kill you. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness. Let it kill you and devour your remains. For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.

5. You don’t want to hurt me,/ But see how deep the bullet lies.

6. I wanted to put/ my mouth on you/ and draw out whatever toxin.../ -but I understand. There are limits/ to love.

7. So give me all your poison,/ And give me all your pills,/ And give me all your hopeless hearts/ And make me ill/ You're running after something/ That you'll never kill/ If this is what you want/ Then fire at will.

8. "...how the empty hole in my heart grew - and infected the whole heart."

9. You walked me around and I watched the back of your head/ suddenly overcome by the feeling of knowing/ I was beyond what could be recovered from

10. Ismene: I want to row the boat with you/ Antigone: save yourself/ Ismene: I'll be so lonely

11. sinner, all sad cry and gentle astonishment that a body/ with another body burns brief and desperate as prayer. End ID]

#long post #dustmill #webweaving #thornwhirr #retribution #sigh pov: u are a pinata #hiuhcore #woe be upon ye #wubweaving

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