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sentences from amrit brarās shitty horoscopes series. you may adjust as needed. part i.
ā you might not be afraid to die, but that doesnāt mean youāre ready. ā
ā you were a plague none were prepared for. ā
ā you are the mind and the malady, the medicine and the machine. ā
ā assholery is incurable. unfortunately. ā
ā no oneās going to notice the difference between you pushing dandelions or daisies, so leave them something worth talking about. ā
ā thereās no rule stating that parasites canāt be pretty. ā
ā justice: just us. ā
ā anathema - me without you. ā
ā you arenāt obligated to be anyoneās cure. ā
ā some are the bandage, some are the knife, some get creative.. ā
ā soothe what you can, fight what you canāt. ā
ā the only difference between a pathogen and a person is that one is far more creative with how theyāll infect you. ā
BOOK IX: THE BODY AND THE WRECKAGE
ā stranger things have happened. like you. you are happening all the time and should probably stop. ā
ā let none be the noose. ā
ā take what you can and run. ā
ā gratuitous violence: unnecessary, satisfying, heartbreaking, and so like everything else you love. ā
ā understanding builds bridges, suffering grows gardens, antipathy sets both on fire for shits and giggles. ā
ā there is a variety of sadness that makes a home in your guts and never quite leave. ā
ā you could have been anyone, operating this body. the good news is that you won! the bad news is that youāre stuck with it. ā
ā being loathsome and lovely in equal measure is probably a talent. somewhere. ā
ā why fear the dead, when you can fear the living? corpses in motion, cruelty and kindness. ā
ā if youāre forging your own path, be prepared to light your own pyre. ā
ā what possessed you to come this far? no, honestly. was it cute? ā
ā you canāt wrestle apologies from the sea or the sun but by fuck are you every going to try. ā
ā pick a place and die there. ā
ā i know you mean well. ā
ā may fortune favour the fuckups. ā
ā remarkable that one plane of existence can host so much (and so little) distance. the spaces between people, ideals, fingertips, the sky and the sea. ā
ā learn itās best to bite your tongue. temper the nest of hornets in your loveless mouth. ā
ā i worry. i worry. worry. ā
ā time sours, rots, renews, sours again. ā
ā grief and growth live hand-in-hand. ā
ā sleeping, like dying, delivers you from one world to the next - to rest in crypts and wake in gardens. ā
ā words in couples carry weight: āfuck you.ā āhell no.ā āoh god.ā āsorry mom.ā ā
ā make room for small, fragile things, even with bones like cement and a leaden heart. ā
ā you win some, you lose some, you lie, cheat, and swindle some, you vanish on a crisp winterās day never to be seen again. ā
ā quiet reflection is next to impossible if you mental landscape is one long scream. ā
ā you inspire me to be better! a better āwhatā is up for interpretation. (person? arsonist? alien?) ā
ā we donāt know where you came form, but we need you to go back. ā
ā the dark doesnāt intend to hurt you - only the creatures who plot during the cruel, cold light of day. ā
ā i lived better when i was ignorant of the sun, tucked away in your chest. ā
ā thereās asking for forgiveness, thereās asking for permission, and then thereās saying āfuck it,ā and doing what you may. ā
ā if only it were easy! to wish and want for nothing. if only you werenāt less human for it - wishing and wanting for nothing. ā
ā in the end there is no blaze of glory. ā
ā love to distraction, die due to carelessness. ā
ā in the span of your life thereās plenty to avoid: the wicked, the merciless, the things you want for no reason other than wanting them. ā
ā you are dazzling and terrifying - those words are not as removed from one another as you may think. ā
ā flirt with death, tease the inevitable, give the void a saucy wink. ā
ā things to bother believing in: love, switchblades, extraterrestrials. ā
ā let the record show that they were ill-equipped to deal with you. which is unsurprising, since you ill-equipped to deal with you. ā
ā youāll be fertilizer regardless, might as well have interesting stories for the dirt. ā
ā there is an exhaustion that comes with living in an embrace like a vice, a kiss like a canker sore. ā
ā fear is an absence of understanding. horror is the act of understanding perfectly. ā
ā to labour in love, to toil in tenderness. ā
ā your love will always be rooted deeper than any grave. ā
ā youāve long seen your downfall spelled out in anotherās bones. ā
ā the victor spoils, the loser learns. ā
ā the body is rot waiting to happen. ā
ā you will have never loved for nothing. ā
ā the aftermath of you life afford you three real options: obscurity, legend, or horror story. ā