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John Keats, Ode to a Nightingale

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sometimes, there are just days when you feel positively, uniquely ancient.  when you can nearly  —-  somehow  —-  feel the air of the past on your cheek, see the streets paved with cobbles that have since been covered with cement, hear echoes of centuries-old bargains in the local farmer’s market.  the veil between the past, even centuries ago, is thinned, and the world feels so terribly, horribly fast.  perhaps i’m looking too hard, but if this isn’t proof that the world is a little magical  (and perhaps, by extension, ourselves in it)  then i don’t know what is.

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why would i fuck a demon? simple, the status. imagine rolling up into hell already havin had ur back blown out by one of their own. imagine you and a gang of other losers standin at the gates of hell, they’re all crying, scared to death about having a pitchfork up their ass for eternity and you just walk into the arms of your sugar demon? legendary.

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Being visible is the worst! Having a physical form is abominable! Public spaces are a nightmare! If you see me outside no you don’t!

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i am so tired of peeing. i drink the water, which i apparently need to live or something, then i have to go put the water somewhere else five minutes later. i drink the water, i go to a place to un-drink the water, i wash my hands, i leave, then i have to drink more water. guess where that water ends up? not in me! i give the water to my body and like a child it tosses it out and demands more. all hours of the day all hours of the night no matter what i am doing my life is interrupted by piss and this is bullshit

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Being a crow sounds like such a fun existence it’s like

1. Wake up

2. Eat some garbage

3. Find a rabbit to fuck with because you just hate rabbits so much

4. Get to the top of a very tall tree and scream for at least two hours so that people know you’re a crow

5. Join your 3 crow friends in someone’s backyard and just fucking hop around like a goof ball

6. Yell some more

7. Okay that was good enough go to sleep!

8. Repeat

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Vultures are swarming over my town.

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i dont want to look “pretty” i want to look otherworldly and vaguely threatening

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Swans in the moonlight | JM Brodrick

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Not to be corny but do u ever get hit with a wave of love so comfortable and deep that u feel like uve already loved this person for thousands of years

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when i die all i want is to become on of those cats who lives around archaeological sites in greece and rome, sun myself while surrounded by remnants of antiquity, and make visitors wonder if i am perhaps some reincarnated ancient soul returning to the home i loved millennia ago

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who hasn’t fantasized about illuminating manuscripts by candlelight in a medieval scriptorium tbh

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I WANT MORE OVERGROWN RUINS TO EXPLORE AND IF I HAVE TO MAKE THEM MYSELF THEN SO BE IT

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dont worry if u see a dark winged figure on ur roof. thats me. im just chillin and making sure that u and ur home are safe