(whispers in your ear sexily) we are going to fuckinnggg win~~
you spend so much of your life fucking suicidal and at the end of the day you're just supposed to not die. you lie on the bed and all you can think about is dying and you're just not supposed to do it. imagine having the kind of energy inside you it takes to want to kill yourself, and you're just supposed to let it dissipate. let it melt into the fucking sheets. you can't keep doing that without losing a little of your mind in the process.
(lounges sidewise and idly touches my horns)
i sure hope that i don't drop my sacred abyssal egg that delicately contains all of the entrapped evil of the previous era, that would be like rilly bad
me: catches you in my arms and twirls around with you giggling and laughing!!!
the sacred egg: completely safe on the desk in its ornate stand
mostly inevitable meteor: (hurtling towards my study at 320,000 km/h but just barely gets redirected by the subtle gravity of a passing blue moon)
the decorative egg swindler: (breaking into the neighbors instead because he sees my sister's old car parked in the drive way, they were lovers ten years ago but broke up on good terms)
airplane of stunning destiny: (runs out of fuel due to a clerical mistake and begins plumetting towards my house, but the grizzled pilot manages to pull a hairpin maneuver that allows the plane to perfectly coast for 3 more minutes before crashing & exploding in a nearby farmstead)
evil spirits of grand possession: (whispering wickedly) our powers are significantly weakened by the membrane of this egg but after ages of studying this prison, it is becoming evident that therw is a slight imperfection in the binding seal.. we may have just enough power to sway the will of small vermin
starving mouse of particular tastes: (scurries out of a crack in the wall, eyes lock onto the egg but gets entirely distracted by the scent of a bowl of cherries coming from the next room)
maid of utmost devotion: (sweeping around the desk with a feather duster and isnt paying full attention because it's watching us play out of the corner of its eyes, yet it doesn't make a mistake at all)
me: (suddenly hits the egg with a hammer because I'm bored)
βI only use analysis to combat illness or confusion. As soon as I see clearly again, I turn away from it and from over-analytical people. Analysis is only to be used when needed. The rest of the time one should live passionately and impulsively, create and test oneβs strength.β
β AnaΓ―s Nin, from The Diary of Anais Nin, Vol. 6: 1955-1966
genuinely how it feels trying not to be mean to people who leave stupid shit on my posts