i wish there were more modern aus for his dark materials because i really want to know if the general consensus is that you’d share a twitter with your daemon or that you’d have separate accounts
a daemon is the little voice in the back of my head that goes “don’t post that idiot, haven’t you heard that paw patrol jokes are problematic now?” but instead of a mental voice its a tiger pointedly pressing the backspace button on my laptop
[image description: the text of the poem “laura palmer graduates” by amy woolard. line breaks are marked with single forward slashes, while stanza breaks are marked with double forward slashes. the poem reads as follows: “i can’t love them if their hands aren’t all tore up / from something, guitar strings, kitchen knives & grease // burns, heaving the a.c. onto their crooked old / sills come june. fighting back. that porchlight’s browned // inside with moth husks again & i can’t climb a ladder / to save my life, i.e., the world spins. even when it’s lit, // it’s half ash. full-drunk under a half-moon & i’m dazed / we’re all still here. most of us, least. for the one & every // girl gone, i sticker gold stars behind my front teeth so / i can taste just how good we were. i swear i can’t // love them if they can’t fathom why an unlit cigarette / on a late highway means good luck. i hold my cigarette- // smoking arm upright like i’m trying to keep blood / from rushing to a cut. what’s true is my shift’s over & // i’m here with you now & i’m wrapped up tight / on the steps like a top sheet like the morning paper // before it’s morning. look up & smile. what does it matter / that the stars we see are already dead. if that’s the case well // then the people are too. alive is a little present i / give myself once a day. baby, don’t think i won’t doll // up & look myself fresh in the eyes, in the vermilion / pin-curl of my still heart & say: it’s happening again./end id.]
“The love-work that I have to do now is to believe that life will be all right for me. I don’t have to be alone. I don’t have to fight for everything. I don’t have to fight everything. I don’t have to run away. I can stay because this is love that is offered, a sane steady stable love.”
— Jeanette Winterson, Why Be Happy When You Could Be Normal? (via luthienne )
But what are you? Angels. Angels? Yes. Angels are creatures made up of Shadow-matter? Of Dust? Yes. And Shadow-matter is what we call spirit? From what we are, spirit; from what we do, matter. Matter and spirit are one.
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