sister eminence 🚬

coming on here just to say happy pride month to gilgamesh and enkidu

i just found out tumblr got banned in my country. a few hours before a presentation i have to give. using a vpn now but this is actually catastrophic news and my day has been ruined

the red tiles of the kitchen and the chevron wood floors of the living area where i ran, walked, and on sunken knees i cried at the altar of the crucifix

nothing is impossible, nothing is foolish, and most certainly, everyone is a fool except himself

any humility in his riches, and any cowardice that shivers his bones, for he has been shown who he truly is, who he is to become, and what he is to do

no longer human for the fact that he no longer possesses the ability to feel human; for his senses have been consumed by a parasitic appetite for greatness—to feel sensation

The locust swarm held themselves back from devouring your land entirely, for they knew that the man who fed them deserved mercy. So they left you a salvageable bunch.

how could we write without first reading….and if so, do all stories become universal