Aug 8
bro dante is kicking my ASS
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bro dante is kicking my ASS
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The collector and his masterpiece.
My brother ate the leftover chicken katsu that I was planning on having for dinner tonight and taking to work for lunch tomorrow, so now I need to figure out TWO meals
i want to rebind that asshole
Where do the twin suns fall?
Along the¹ shore the cloud waves break, The twin² suns sink behind the lake, The shadows lengthen ⁴In ⁵Carcosa.
Strange is the night where black stars rise, And strange moons circle through the skies But stranger still is Lost Carcosa.
Songs that the Hyades shall sing, Where flap⁶ the tatters of the King, Must die⁸ unheard in Dim⁷ Carcosa.
Song of my³ soul, my ⁹voice is dead; Die thou, unsung, as tears unshed Shall dry and die in Lost Carcosa.
— Cassilda's Song in "the King in ██████," Act i, Scene 2.
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What's a human being gotta be like?
i love to play the “would you still love me if” game and i think it pisses the ever loving fuck out of jinu LMAOOO like he’ll get genuinely mad about it, talking about how that specific hypothetical would never happen and when i insist he always gives in that okay, fine, yes he would still love me if i was a sweaty sock.
abby gets really into the hypothetical. he’s gotta ask questions. what kind of worm am i? is he also a worm? if not, can i still understand him? was i always a worm or did i suddenly get turned into a worm? he gets so invested he usually forgets to answer the initial question.
romance always says yes, without question. he doesn’t need any more information.
mystery pretends to think about it just to get me mad and whining. his answer is yes, but he’s gotta make me work for it (“so i’ll realize how stupid it is”)
baby says no, zero hesitation. walks away.