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DO NOT FOLLOW ME IF YOU USE AI FOR ANY CONTENT ON YOUR BLOG, WHETHER IT'S FOR IMAGES/ASSETS OR WRITTEN CONTENT. THAT BULLSHIT IS NOT WELCOME HERE. HAVE SOME FUCKING DECORUM.
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Today I learned that in early 20th century Austria, bronze & glass bat lamps were a thing (sources in captions)
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BOOK STARTERS VOL.26 GRACELING KRISTIN CASHORE
❛ I’m very pleased you’ve come with me. ❜
❛ If there’s anyone I wish to stun at dinner, I’ll hit them in the face. ❜
❛ When a monster stops behaving like a monster, does it stop being a monster? Does it become something else? ❜
❛ How absurd it is that the weakest and most vulnerable of people - girls, women - go unarmed and are taught nothing of fighting, while the strong are trained to the highest reaches of their skill. ❜
❛ What are you grinning at? ❜
❛ Is the ceiling about to cave in on my head or something? You look like we’re both on the verge of an enormous joke. ❜
❛ Only you would consider the collapse of the ceiling a good joke. ❜
❛ I’m afraid to tell you what I wish for, for fear you’ll… oh, I don’t know, throw me into the fire. ❜
❛ You’re more dear to my heart than I ever knew anyone could be. ❜
❛ I’ll teach you how to defend yourself, how to maim a man. ❜
❛ Wonderful — It’s quite boring really, the way you beat me to death with your hands and feet. It’ll be refreshing to have you come at me with a knife. ❜
❛ Forgive me, I was only trying to get your attention. ❜
❛ I suppose it never occurs to you to start small. If I told you my roof needed rebuilding, you’d start by knocking down the house. ❜
❛ Almost as beautiful as you are conceited. ❜
❛ You saved my life. I’m going to name my firstborn child after you. ❜
❛ I’ve heard you can kill a man with the nail of your smallest finger. ❜
❛ Does it make it easier? To have beautiful eyes? Does it lighten the burden of your Grace, to know you have beautiful eyes? ❜
❛ It seems better to me for a child to have these skills and never use them, than not have them and one day need them. ❜
❛ I wouldn’t marry him to save my life. Not even to save yours. ❜
❛ I know you’re teasing me. And you should know I’m not easily humiliated. ❜
❛ I should have stuck to my lies. It was the truth that almost had me killed, after all. ❜
❛ When you’re a monster, you are thanked and praised for not behaving like a monster. ❜
❛ I would like to restrain from cruelty and receive no admiration for it. ❜
❛ Mercy is more frightening than murder, because it is harder. ❜
❛ Your brand of comfort bears some similarity to your tactical offence. ❜
❛ The only way for you to keep your mind straight is to run from those who would confuse you. ❜
❛ How long will you be? I’d like to show you a couple of my new discoveries. ❜
❛ I thought it was supposed to be impossible to sneak up on you. Eyes of a hawk and ears of a wolf and all. ❜
❛ I’ll protect you. You’ll be safe with me. ❜
❛ Let me explain what will happen the instant one of your men makes a move toward me. I’ll get out of the room alive, but most of the rest of you will be dead. ❜
❛ I didn’t know you were capable of such bad temper. ❜
❛ You’re afraid of your own anger. ❜
❛ What have you done to yourself? Your hair is positively blue. ❜
❛ There’s no shame in crawling when one can’t walk. ❜
❛ Don’t be ashamed. Your sadness is dear to me. ❜
❛ Don’t be frightened. I won’t die. I won’t die, and we’ll meet again. ❜
❛ The colour of sunrise? It’s the colour of blood. I am not going to wear a red dress. ❜
❛ Everyone has some kind of power to hurt people. ❜
❛ Please, at least talk to me. ❜
❛ And how I feel? Doesn’t it matter? ❜
❛ I can’t know your feelings if you don’t know them yourself. ❜
❛ I will have a life, even though I carry this burden. ❜
❛ If I’d been trying to kill him, he’d be dead. ❜
❛ I told you before, I won’t fight when you’re angry. I won’t solve a disagreement between us with blows. ❜
❛ We’re too dangerous to each other. ❜
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additionally : adrian can bake. he's a better cook than he is a baker, but it's a very small margin when you consider how well he can cook. he has a mean, centuries old sourdough starter that he's taken care of between his slumbers. :) it might have a name.
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on the subject of : food and cooking.
adrian is able to cook and learned young from his human mother; while he doesn't require any sustenance (able to go centuries with no sustenance in slumber with no loss to his strength), it's still nice to experience the act of eating, and he finds that what he can conjure up in the kitchen is better than any blood he can drink. Another note on this subject is that he doesn't get hungry: they're merely cravings more so than it is a hunger that has pangs.
He goes out of his way to either farm/harvest the ingredients for his cooking himself and is particular about the quality of them as well.
An addendum to his being able to cook, he can cook well as to make the experience enjoyable - adding on to his particular palette.
Despite this, he never finds himself volunteering to cook first if his companions are in need of sustenance and surrenders the food to them since he hardly needs it; when he finds that his companions might be utterly helpless in that field, that's when he deigns himself to volunteer to the task.
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WHAT TAROT CARD ARE YOU?
The Hermit. It’s a skill, to look inside yourself, one you have mastered. The endless corridors and shifting thoughts are mapped to very carefully. This all takes time, of course. And those twisting hallways are so very difficult to map. It would be so easy to get lost. You know this space so well. Wouldn’t it be a lovely place to stay? So well-known and comforting. Why go back? How nice, how easy, to dissolve, to hide from the rest of the world and all the people in it. Why bother, when you are so good at looking inside yourself. Like enlightenment, the self. Retreating this far inwards is like retreating just as far out, into the vast ether. So comforting. The thing that was you looks at the thing that was the old woman. There is no you anymore. Goodbye.
tagged by : stolen from @girlfox <3
tagging : you!
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a lightly plotted starter for @feyras
As rainstorms begin with a drizzle, so had his tears, and Adrian sat upon his father's throne, covering his mouth first to silence his way out of his grief - then his eyes, as to stop the downpour.
He doesn't know how he can live with himself now - knowing himself responsible for his own suffering. The father he knew had long died the moment his mother had - and yet the ache did not wean in his chest. He sobbed, cried, curled into himself, thinking to at least lay there for a long moment, the silent solitude broken only by his grief stricken, stuttered breathing.
That long moment had become a few hours, with the gentle sunset his companions had left him in eclipsing the long night alone to come.
He sniffed and stood from the throne. He can't lay here forever - as much as he'd like. He breathed deep as if to compose himself, closing his eyes tight then opened them again, wiping away the remnants of sorrow on his face to head down and secure the premises of any lingering threats. He keeps a steady hand upon the hilt of the silver blade strapped to his waist, his footfalls echoing through the empty halls of his home as he makes his way to make his final inspections of the castle grounds.
He swiveled on his heel the moment he heard the entrance clicking, and nearly draws his blade had the sweet scent of—
"Sypha?" He blubbers out — then catches himself, trying to compose himself at the very last moment. "Sypha— what are you— I thought you and Trevor were leaving." Is it so soon to imagine them?
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Adri's taste in mascs is terrible. But his taste in fems? 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻
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Adri is used to being called "Alucard" but give him a nickname derived from that (LuLu, Card, Alu), and he'll call you a "cheeky thing". It honestly warms his heart when people call him by his birth name though, as if it's to see past him being his father's killer and to see him as him. Adrian. Though, the chances are of people actually knowing it are slim, and so are the chances of people knowing the real him. The sensitive him. The guarded him.
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Not to be a ship hoe but I need to ship Adri so bad. He doesn't have a type either: he just loves anyone that can keep up with his wit.
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Stardew Adri. <3
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↪ 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳 𝑰𝑵 𝑴𝑬 . ( a series of sentence starters from the 2022 supermassive game “ the devil in me ” . adjust phrasing as necessary . spoilers & mature themes are present . )
i bet you can see a hundred miles from the top .
you mean you’re not weary of me after an entire day of marriage ?
are we the only ones here ?
that’s no way to run a business .
that’s my [ name ] , always finding that silver lining .
my attention was needed elsewhere .
i promise from here on out , it will be nothing but silver linings .
today is a very special day for us .
i’m starting to think i’ve gone & married a thrill seeker .
are we looking for excitement ?
see what happens when you chase a thrill ?
if you’ll excuse me , i have work to return to .
i’m sure we’ll see each other again soon .
this feels like some sort of treacherous plot .
close your eyes , & face the mirror .
aren’t you clever & romantic ?
don’t fight it … it’ll only hurt more if you do .
you’re only prolonging the inevitable .
what have you done ?!
you’re wasting your last chance to tell him that you love him .
it’s so good to have company . for a long time , i was on my own .
i can barely recall a time when i was not here .
what good are stories without someone to experience them ?
art can elicit all sorts of reactions .
you’re responsible for what happens . you’re culpable .
i can’t interfere , that’s very much against the rules .
it’s tough being honest when it means everyone just thinks you’re a bitch .
i’m sick of being on my own .
it’s a fucking mess , to be honest with you .
i think we’ve heard quite enough .
i was born with the devil in me .
i could not help the fact that i was a murderer any more than a poet can help the inspiration to sing .
just being dead ain’t enough to stop me from killing again .
actually , it’s what i can do for you .
do you know where we’re going , exactly ?
it was 100% your fault . you fly by the seat of your ass .
was this part of the plan ? did you know about this ?
i figured we needed all the help we could get .
downtime ? why would you want to do that ?
i’ve got a lot going on at the moment , [ name ] .
you got any family you can go bother ?
‘ married to the job ’ … how’s that marriage working out ?
we agreed to let that drop for the weekend .
sorry for giving you a hard time .
christ , what the hell is that ?
it’s gonna be okay , it’s all gonna be okay .
i’ll explain everything later .
are you sure ? ‘cos you don’t seem sure .
i’m charming , & you can hotwire your way past security .
hey , can i ask you something & get a straight answer ?
shh , get down !
this is ridiculous , there’s nothing out here .
i heard you were looking for a new place .
if i wanted to go on nature hikes , i wouldn’t have moved to the city .
you can do it . eyes forward , don’t look down .
you always knew how to get me through the shit , didn’t you ?
maybe this won’t be a waste of a weekend .
i told you this was a good plan , didn’t i ?
you’ve been out & about all day , & i have to sit here worrying . gone all day , & not a word from you !
i don’t think we’re the only ones here .
this is my don’t be scared song , sing it & i won’t be scared long !
scream if you need me for anything .
something about this place makes me wanna use the buddy system .
you talk in your sleep … not sure if i ever told you that .
you’re cute when you’re worked up .
cute ? … you think i’m cute ?
i try to pretend like it isn’t a thing , you know .
if my cheeks are red , it’s from this wine .
sorry . didn’t mean to make you feel weird .
i’m fucking with you , i’ve been wanting to kiss you for months .
sorry , did i interrupt something ?
i can’t find my room & i need a fucking cigarette .
i’m not stressed , okay ? do i look fucking stressed ?
this place is massive , surely there’s a pack of cigarettes here .
stick with me , [ name ] , i’m going places .
[ name ] , there’s something important you have to understand .
no , come on , you piece of shit … don’t do this to me !
i’m supposed to buy “ nothing ” is eating up at you ?
i still think your priorities are fucked .
what about taking a huge risk & just DO something ?
are you trying to butter me up ?
we don’t need to rehash stuff , let’s just work .
you’re only asking me ‘cos your arms are too short for a good selfie angle .
maybe we should just add this topic to our “ discussion no - fly zone ” list .
shit , that scared the fuck out of me .
at some point , you have to give up the ghost .
you’ve been doing your research , haven’t you ?
are you taking a survey or trying to learn something ?
would it kill you to be direct ?
you want to know what inspired me ? as if i wasn’t the original ?
you look amazing , as usual .
i heard enough , thank you , i know what betrayal sounds like .
i’m not blind , i know what i saw .
this could work to our advantage .
am i the only one that’s getting really freaked out by this place ?
can you stop trying to make this worse ?
don’t come crying to me if you end up dead .
choices , [ name ] , make better choices .
this is your own damn fault .
it’s all about the honey trap .
you bring me some smokes ? like i asked ?
that’s what i remember most . those screams .
you’ll never really know how it feels to watch the fire burn out of somebody .
thanks for that stuff you said at dinner . it was nice to hear .
we’re all on the same side , sometimes we forget .
get me out of here ! i can’t see a thing !
count your breaths . one, two, three, in …
how very rude , not to stay for dinner .
i can only observe , & it can be … frustrating to watch .
in some ways , i envy you .
something is very not right here .
i’ve been waiting on you for ages to actually make a decision about something , anything , & now this is when you suddenly choose to take a stand ?
your delusions make for such great plans .
would it kill you to think positively just once ?
it’s not even the worst idea i’ve had this evening .
don’t go patting yourself on the back , i still think your priorities are fucked .
i can care about more than one thing at a time .
working this job has made me really understand what a sociopath is .
you always assume the worst .
help me ! please – please , i’ll do anything !
maybe you’re right , but you don’t need to be an asshole about it .
i guess i was holding out for things to change with us .
i have never once shied away from telling you where my priorities were .
i have to live with it every day & now someone knows .
someone WANTED me to find this .
you have to get the fuck out ANY way you can . just get the FUCK OUT !
are you losing your shit ? ‘cos i don’t need that right now .
maybe we just focus on one thing at a time .
[ name ] … i found a way out , maybe .
i don’t know what i was expecting .
what the fuck is this ?
[ name ] , what are you doing ? just stay back .
no way this is happening .
it’s gotta be fake … a prop , or from … an animal or something .
it can be difficult working with someone you’ve been involved with .
i think we can bust through this thing .
i’ve had enough of this shit , what the hell is going on ?
the walls are moving again .
i’m not a fuckin’ lab rat here for your amusement !
don’t look at me like that . you know i’m right . you get it .
you got to do something that matters .
think of the most profound thing you’ve ever done .
i see the gleam in your eye , [ name ] . you can’t fool me .
there … there you are . i see you now .
bare hands can feel good , huh ? but the blade makes for such a prettier picture .
how far down does it go ?
there’s blood everywhere , & … & a body .
one of us is going to have to be bait .
you could use that as a weapon if need be .
what an excruciating way to go .
people can surprise you sometimes .
as always , i’ll be watching very closely .
hurry the fuck up !
it’s a forest , it could be anything .
can you not freak me out even more than i already am ?
i wasn’t expecting you .
you’re a selfish monster … always have been .
predictable little shit , i know you .
[ name ] ! i thought i lost you .
all good things must come to an end .
can you find your own way out ?
i have no doubt we’ll meet again in the future .
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Adrian is the longstanding guardian of these woods, knowing well the peculiarities which occur through its ins and outs. It might be loosely apt to say that they belong to him: after all, no monster nor human stands unaccounted for under his watchful eyes, especially that which threatens to compromise the safety within and beyond it.
It was only a matter of time that he learned of the force currently ravaging the nearby human population. One maimed body is a coincidence; bad luck, even, knowing the dangers that inevitably stalk the world despite his best efforts to snuff them out. Fate befalls even the best in such manners. But five bodies within a single month is on purpose, and he wished that he could have caught it the first time (before it, forbid) before turning his head to other hunting matters that paled by comparison.
Those he has previously saved call to him: and he comes, always, with that silver blade of his to investigate what ails his wards. They offer payment - it isn’t much, and as always, he refuses. He does it by means of his oath to protect them, and when you’ve lived as long as he has, money is meaningless.
He steps carefully into the overgrowth, hands poised behind his back, footfalls muted as he sniffs out his quarry. He smells a hunt - the hunted, but those are none more unusual than that of an ordinary day. A doe and a wolf. A hawk and a rabbit. Their scents are dull. He stops when a tinge of saccharine iron fills his senses, appealing to his vampyric side; one so distinctly human, he must collect himself. It smells of a massacre.
He follows it.
He crouches when he finds the body. So fresh, that the earth has yet to make its efforts to reclaim it, blood pooling around it. He traces the exposed bone and intrails with a steady gloved hand, and lifts it to his nose to sniff out what could have done it. It smells vaguely daemonic - could it be a remnant of his father’s army? No… it couldn’t be. He could’ve sworn he chased them all out.
He places a steady hand atop the hilt of his blade - the bloody scent joined now with a vixen’s. He’d excused it once; as was his wont, since a monster is made more than it is born, and she has stayed out of his way. But he can scarcely run any chances with a killer running about - especially knowing the nature of the hunted as he’s found it. “Is this your doing?” His voice rings out - languid, as if he were sighing, but full of conviction - accusatory - as if to make demands of a confession. This body has her affect, ever so slight.
His amber gaze narrows in her direction; he cannot see her with his naked eye, but he knows she is there. He steps forth.
He cannot promise that he will not strike if she confesses; it’s a simple exchange of an eye for an eye. “I know you’re there.”
𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐒 from the uneven rise and fall of the fox's chest; it blossoms from a deep-rooted unsettling, the kind that is only unearthed in the presence of something greater than her, and far more dangerous. sucking in a sharp intake of air, ahri licks her lips, relieving them of their dryness, before running said appendage over thick fangs that jut at the fleshy inside. " this is wrong, " she whispers to herself, alarmed.
back presses against the rough exterior of a dark, ancient tree, it's leaves a canopy of shadow and buttery dancing light over honey skin. the wind whistles, and the birds chime in return: the sounds of the forest, as they've always been ... yet something in her belly twisted like a gnarled root. narrowed eyes flick to a mauled corpse hanging unceremoniously from a tree bough, blanketed in so much blood that she can't tell which part of the body it originated from.
「 ⠀⠀the mortality of humans was hardly ahri's biggest concern, yet the nature of this carcass—it was foul, incorrect.⠀⠀」
steadying her mental, ahri pushed off the tree bark, alabaster tails sweeping along the fresh earth as she embarked forward. ... if i could taste it, then ... upon her approach, digits would phantom along the body, collecting deep red ichor on her fingertips, before pressing them against her tongue. it wasn't much, but—fresh blood carried remnants of it's owner's essence, perhaps enough to peer into a glimpse of their recent memories, if she were lucky.
for a moment, nothing happens. the fox falls to her hind legs, crouching with arms resting on her knees, steely blues examining the body in silence. then, a rush passes through her mind like a gentle wave on a sandy shore, and she closes her eyes in response, opening herself to it's pull; every part of her tingles, but only subtly, as the essence is dull and small in quantity. in her mind's eye, ahri focuses on hazy imagery, like photographs that were taken in motion, far too blurry to understand ... a towering mass of darkness, one's heart pounding against their chest, the cracking of bone, and a deep growl. then, it was over.
a gasp forced it's way out as ahri's eyes flew open. what was that? she stands, " there are more of you, aren't there? poor, helpless human ... " perhaps if she could hunt down the monster's other victims, she could piece the memories together, and find whatever was throwing the forest into disarray and disturbing the equilibrium of souls.
before the thought could formulate to completion, however, a twig snaps somewhere in the distance behind her. not close enough for mortal ears to pick up, yet beastly appendages flick in it's direction, and the half - creature flits into the brush, pulling herself onto a tree branch, far enough up to avoid detection by normal means. there, she watches, waiting; limbs beginning to marginally glow with the cyan light of her magic, on the ready. ⠀⠀➸ ⠀⠀@dhampyir
#arritabda#me when i match length ANYWAYS: >:3#LIKEWISE WE DON'T HAVE TO KEEP IT THIS LENGTH!!! SUDHSKDHSKDS#ic.
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thank you to those who've shown interest in my batsy so far. <3 I've taken a timely approach to pursuing his character when I have a bit of a workload in school, so you guys have to forgive my slowness. Thanks for your patience; I can be easily reached on disc/rd; just reply with something random to this post and I'll hand it out, though most of you already have it as is. :]
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franz kafka starters
WARNINGS: MENTAL HEALTH ISSUES, IMPLIED DEPRESSION
feel free to adjust pronouns / names as needed !
❛ i am a cage, in search of a bird. ❜
❛ don’t bend; don’t water it down; don’t try to make it logical. ❜
❛ don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. ❜
❛ follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly. ❜
❛ youth is happy because it has the capacity to see beauty. ❜
❛ anyone who keeps the ability to see beauty never grows old. ❜
❛ i write differently from what i speak. ❜
❛ i speak differently from what i think. ❜
❛ i cannot make you understand. ❜
❛ i cannot even explain it to myself. ❜
❛ i cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. ❜
❛ a first sign of the beginning of understanding is the wish to die. ❜
❛ the meaning of life is that it stops. ❜
❛ all language is but a poor translation. ❜
❛ remain sitting at your table and listen. ❜
❛ do not even listen, simply wait, be quiet, still and solitary. ❜
❛ it has no choice, it will roll in ecstasy at your feet. ❜
❛ the nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired. ❜
❛ slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life. ❜
❛ i have the true feeling of myself only when i am unbearably unhappy. ❜
❛ paths are made by walking. ❜
❛ i can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time. ❜
❛ it’s because of their stupidity that they’re able to be so sure of themselves. ❜
❛ there is an infinite amount of hope in the universe … but not for us. ❜
❛ he is terribly afraid of dying because he hasn’t yet lived. ❜
❛ i have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it. ❜
❛ i usually solve problems by letting them devour me. ❜
❛ i am in chains. don’t touch my chains. ❜
❛ i never wish to be easily defined. ❜
❛ start with what is right rather than what is acceptable. ❜
❛ love is, that you are the knife which i plunge into myself. ❜
❛ i miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly. ❜
❛ now i can look at you in peace; i don’t eat you any more. ❜
❛ better to have, and not need, than to need, and not have. ❜
❛ you are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart. ❜
❛ i’m tired, can’t think of anything and want only to lay my face in your lap. ❜
❛ they say ignorance is bliss… they’re wrong. ❜
❛ in man’s struggle against the world, bet on the world. ❜
❛ in a way, you are poetry material. ❜
❛ you are full of cloudy subtleties i am willing to spend a lifetime figuring out. ❜
❛ may i kiss you then? ❜
❛ you can hold yourself back from the sufferings of the world. ❜
❛ that is something you are free to do and it accords with your nature. ❜
❛ perhaps this very holding back is the one suffering you could avoid. ❜
❛ beyond a certain point there is no return. this point has to be reached. ❜
❛ people label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. ❜
❛ i can only pronounce myself as ‘nauseatingly miserable beyond repair’. ❜
❛ love is a drama of contradictions. ❜
❛ i’m even losing my name, it was getting shorter & shorter all the time & is now: yours ❜
❛ first impressions are always unreliable. ❜
❛ if i shall exist eternally, how shall i exist tomorrow? ❜
❛ evil is whatever distracts. ❜
❛ what do you know of the griefs that are in me and what do i know of yours? ❜
❛ how about if i sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense? ❜
❛ kill me, or you are a murderer. ❜
❛ last night i dreamed about you. ❜
❛ what am i doing here in this endless winter? ❜
❛ if you become involved with me, you will be throwing yourself into the abyss. ❜
❛ my guiding principle is this: guilt is never to be doubted. ❜
❛ i am dirty, endlessly dirty, that is why i make such a fuss about cleanliness. ❜
❛ please — consider me a dream. ❜
❛ i can love only what i can place so high above me that i cannot reach it. ❜
❛ i’m doing badly, i’m doing well, whichever you prefer. ❜
❛ for myself i am too heavy, and for you too light. ❜
❛ it certainly was not my intention to make you suffer. ❜
❛ you can choose to be free , but it’s last decision you’ll ever make. ❜
❛ even if no salvation should come, i want to be worthy of it at every moment. ❜
❛ he was a tool of the boss, without brains or backbone. ❜
❛ if i could drown in sleep as i drown in fear i would be no longer alive. ❜
❛ i lack nothing. i only needed myself. ❜
❛ i long for you; i who usually longs without longing, as though i am unconscious and absorbed in neutrality and apathy. ❜
❛ i really, utterly long for every bit of you. ❜
❛ even the merest gesture is holy if it is filled with faith. ❜
❛ you misinterpret everything, even the silence. ❜
❛ you must not pay too much attention to opinions. ❜
❛ i only fear danger where i want to fear it. ❜
❛ nor is it perhaps really love when i say that for me you are the most beloved. ❜
❛ in this love you are like a knife, with which i explore myself. ❜
❛ i like to make use of what i know ❜
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