I don't know what was up when I wrote " Everyday something in us dies, then we hope to find it. Our entire life we search for things that died"
I don't know what was up when I wrote "You can be witness of generosity that will accept more take than give because not one side of the coin makes it of value, of currency" but Holy shite.
as avoidant as our generation is, sometimes the bravest thing we can do is face reality.
Moon in Gemini🌙 💟🌼
reblog this and give me one of your favourite astrological placement/aspect you have and i'll write you a short story:)
— tryna sharpen my writing skills again it has been very rusty lately hehe🤍
Life of Pi (2012)
TRIGGER WARNINGS: MENTIONS OF DEATH,MURDER, AND VIOLENCE
Chapter 1- I’m God.
My brother does not have a grave. He now has nobody no no body. All I have now are notes he left in his books and I wished there were many,many yellow notes so I could keep reading his mind.
My brother does not have a grave and I could give him mine. But would he take it ?
My hands were never stained from blood ,not yet. So I’m not a sinner, yet. But I have a gun in my bag. How far will I go without being a sinner?
Mr. Winston's son had a vase in his room. It was an odd placement , with no match to its environment. The vase , bright yellow and golden stripes blinded me every time. But I always spent too much time looking at it. Maybe because I love yellow. Mr. Winston's son had a smile that I never liked -too fake and yet he wins people over,like the lottery.
“You don’t speak much do you ?” His smile falls casually. I nod.
He continues and this time like every single time ,it’s a proposition that rests on the table between us.
He slid the file to me.
Mr.Winston's son wants to kill his father. He wants me to kill his father. I’ve never killed any father and only watched mine die , but to get to this room , that is enough.
Mr.Winston’s son wants me to kill his father and mostly I would have said no. But my brother is dead and I can only blame two - Mr. Winston and God.
So for just a day, I want to play God.
When I agree to his proposal, I see doubt lingering in his eyes. I’ve only lived as long as him but I read people like I’ve been alive for years.
He gifts me a gun and salvation.
I don’t smile as I leave.
"Then I hear the song and remember that our minds are born out of things we tried to hide"
- Too many pretty lies (@ineluctablehere)
“I’ve made a flower crown for you from our funeral flowers and I think they smell of how happy they were once.
Wear them for me while you sleep, close your eyes and don’t be scared. I'll hold the storms for you.” -@ineluctablehere
storm breeze
- huge cryptid vibes, probably looks for bigfoot on the weekends or has asked baba yaga on a date
- wakes up as late as possible and often has insomnia for one reason or anotherÂ
- the friend with the WEIRDEST dreams, not daydreams, just normal dreams, probably very similar in style to Scott Pilgrim vs. The World
- if you insult their fandoms (even by critiquing them constructively), you insult their honor and they will break down
- cries a LOT but only a few people know exactly how much, usually just their s/o, one friend, and the people they live with
- they have friends but for some reason they forget that they have them pretty often
- realllllllly bad at making the first move, probably needs BARE MINIMUM 4 months to make any kind of interpersonal decision
- also generally indecisive, always the friend who takes a while to order their food
- usually a bad driver and kind of proud of it, I have known some who flaunt that they watch anime while driving (conversely, doesn’t know they’re a bad driver and insists that they’re fine even though they’re 15 miles above the speed limit)
- has the most beautiful poet brain, probably writes you love letters and stories, definitely expects them in return regardless of what kind of relationship you have
- has an emotional style of texting, uses a lot of emojis or emoticons, keysmashes, and the amount they text you per text is super dependent on how much they know you exist and/or like you
- ghosts people without realizing it because they’re deathly afraid of confrontation
- really, their greatest fears are (in no particular order) 1) do other people think I’m not smart? 2) will I hurt someone’s feelings? 3) is someone hurting my feelings? 4) will I be able to live adventurously without money?Â
- LOVES LANGUAGES, they want to travel abroad more than anything sometimes, foreign countries are their escapism
- 99% chance that they have tried to learn French at some point in their life, the other 1% is reserved for other romance languages taking priority
- afraid that they may have commitment issues
- can feel really distant sometimes because they’re always internalizing their feelingsÂ
- very prone to being high/drunk, often can easily become addicted if it becomes their chosen emotional escapism Â
- caught between living a cottagecore life in the forest and living in a city full of culture
- tries not to lie and wants to be authentic but often does accidentally because they’re insecure about how people see them
- wants to be with someone who takes care of them because they often are not great at itÂ
- will go with you on any adventure so long as you take care of the planningÂ
- when you fight with them it will really fuck you up for the rest of your life and they will feel that way for a long time tooÂ
- they are magpies and want little gifts that reminded you of them, often just a little flower will do, maybe a poem, or a paintingÂ
- ART MUSEUM DATES will make them loose their shit they love them so much and want to kiss you in front of all the paintings and make the remark that you two are the best masterpiece there
- gushy soft squishy babies, you will call them many things and all of the things will be something exactly like that (if you can be around an INFP without calling them baby respectfully then I don’t know who you are)
- lovecore. that’s really it. they’re in love with love and love doesn’t always love them back.
The greatest wonders of the world, are the breathing beings, not the monuments for the dead. -@ineluctable----                                                    Poetry-Words                                Â
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