Bruh anyone else go batsh!t crazy when they see worms, turtles, frogs/toads, big moths, or snakes? Cause like same, they’re just so cute.
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“Your Creature”
Behold, I am your Creature.
If the past melts away from me like snow I have nothing to regret.
If I do not know who I am there is no one I cannot become.
I am no prince; I’m a general.
Shatter me, and you’ve whetted a hundred shards against yourself,
For even in pieces I’m stronger than you.
I am the twisted glass in which the world sees its own face and is damned.
I’ve always seen myself as a sort of Frankenstein, a hundred different parts of different people and different stories stitched together to make one man. It turned out to be truer than I ever thought it could be. Each picture is from the same journal, written by the same hand, but four different minds (Jinx, Edward, Dicey, Tam Lin - and don’t worry, it’s lipstick). I don’t normally share personal things and I’m not sure why I’m doing it now… I guess I wanted to show what it looks like. I guess I wanted to know how it felt to say what I want to say, instead of what I’m supposed to.
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You are in a city. You don’t know where exactly you are, yet you understand the language.
“The Mongols have invaded!” Someone shouts. Plague corpses are hurled over the wall. A rat scuttled by.
You are shrouded in terror, but eventually corpses stop being thrown over the wall. A few fleas bite you, yet you are used to it. It is the 1300’s after all.
Eventually, a few days go by and people are starting to die in the streets. You feel colder than normal. Perhaps you have a fever? You fratically check yourself for bubos. The coast is, sadly, not clear. You find a bubo in your armpit. Big yikes.
Days go by and you start to get worse. You are delerious and in excruciating pain. You know your time is limited. You are laying on the street.
A bright flash of light is seen and a newcomer appears. The newcomer is wearing to bright of clothing to be from your time.
You are now fading in and out of consciousness. The newcomer caresses your dying body. Just before your consciousness fades a final time, you hear them whisper softly “oooh fleas on rats, fleas on rats.”
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