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Evening murmurs.

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Kys.

wow. was that necessary? do you feel big and strong now? do you feel like you "won"? i told you i'd leave you alone. why are you coming into my askbox to tell me to kill myself? i was ready to forget about you. but i guess you can't help but keep me on your mind, huh? did i frustrate you that much, girlie?

i recommend you grow up and do some more thinking before going on the internet and telling people you're prepared to have conversations that you're clearly not ready for, kid. i told you not to talk to me unless you felt you were mature enough to listen and you wanted to genuinely understand or explore more than just your perspective on the world. you messaged me, so i assumed you were ready to have a polite, but difficult, conversation. clearly, i was wrong.

but hey, i guess i can't expect common decency from a terf.

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funny how every time i talk to a terf i can be as civil as possible, explain my perspective, and every time without fail they just can't help but insult me, belittle me, and invalidate my identity. you guys are really making a good image for yourselves, aren't ya?

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Lucifer contemplating his fall – illustration by Gustave Doré, Paradise Lost (1866)

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One of my favorite excerpts ever, one I hold so close to me in my Luciferian beliefs, is from book one of Paradise Lost. Where the Adversary justifies his reasons for separating from god and declares his place in the infernal kingdom:

Thus spake the apostate Angel, though in pain: Is this the Region, this the Soil, the Clime,

That we must change for Heav'n, this mournful gloom For that celestial light? Be it so, since he

Who now is Sovran can dispose and bid

What shall be right: fardest from him is best Whom reason hath equald, force hath made supream Above his equals. Farewel happy Fields

Where Joy for ever dwells: Hail horrours, hail Infernal world, and thou profoundest Hell Receive thy new Possessor: One who brings

A mind not to be chang'd by Place or Time.

The mind is its own place, and in it self

Can make a Heav'n of Hell, a Hell of Heav'n. What matter where, if I be still the same,

And what I should be, all but less then he Whom Thunder hath made greater? Here at least We shall be free; th' Almighty hath not built Here for his envy, will not drive us hence:

Here we may reign secure, and in my choyce

To reign is worth ambition though in Hell: Better to reign in Hell, then serve in Heaven!

John Milton, Paradise Lost

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✞ 666 ✞

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We are here encountering the undead plague carrier... the Vampyr... Nosferatu!

NOSFERATU (2024) dir. Robert Eggers

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The veins on the backs of older men's hands. Reblog if you agree.