I don't want to die.
No one does, I suppose. It's a natural human instinct to keep on living. But that doesn't stop the hands of fate. The hands that, as soon as their cold fingertips brush against your skin, you're gone.
The hands of the ones they call Angels.
They aren't real angels. Real angels don't exist. Just as God doesn't exist. There are no benevolent beings with crystalline white wings and halos burning with heavenly fire - there is no supreme existence sitting on a golden throne watching from above. Not anymore, at least. If they ever did exist then we killed them long ago and as punishment, the universe created the Angels that
I dream of wolves every night.
There are times when I simply watch them race through cold, shrouded forests. When I stretch out a trembling hand and silently beg one of them to place their muzzle against my fingers so that I may feel true strength with my own skin. When my heart pounds louder than a summer storm as they sprint together in one pack, their breaths stirring together in savage harmony. When I long to run alongside them, my soul more free than I could ever possibly imagine.
And then there are times where I am one of them. I can taste the crisp moonlight on my tongue as my paws kick up half-frozen mud; I can smell the fervor of t
caught between a rock and a hard place by lupus-astra, literature
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caught between a rock and a hard place
sometimes i just feel so
small and insignificant that
eris herself could plunge a
knife through my heart and i
would hardly even notice.
time does not heal all
wounds because if it did
then by now the constant
and cancerous eclipse that
hides under my skin would
have faded away long ago
and if i am being completely
honest, i would flay myself
and destroy it with my own
bare hands if i wasn't so
fucking afraid of everything.
this war is far from over.
the ghouls are winning again and
i'm not sure if my dragons
or my wolves can keep on
fighting for very much longer.
so please; please, don't
leave me alone to the thoughts
that have a mind
Her brother had fallen in love again and of course this time the unfortunate girl was a priestess of his. Just as every other mortal Apollo became infatuated with, her end would come swift and true by the time his passion decided that she was no longer amusing.
Artemis loathed her brother.
He was a disgrace of a god and yet, in every corner of Greece, the humans worshipped him. They sacrificed their finest of cattle and ram, wrote the most profound poetry in his name, even prayed for his light to bless their children so they may grow strong and healthy...but they did not know the true Apollo as Artemis did. They did not know how his heart w
this girl dreams
far too much;
her bed has turned into
a nightmare graveyard,
full of wilted roses
and broken spines.
wanderlust is a toxin.
one that fills her lungs with each
breath and with every poisoned
heartbeat, she yearns for a world
with moons of gold and a silver sun.
yet—
she would rather listen
to those sweet nothings than have
the philosophy of reality
shoved down her throat.
this girl does not want
to live in black and white;
no, she craves color
and the freedom it tastes like and if
the chains that that shackle her
starving soul refuse to unlock,
she will tear them apart
with her own two hands.
the sun was a fool
when he thought himself worthy enough to
be blessed by the temple that
was your lips.
mad,
they all whispered.
mad,
like the delirium of a fever
that burns hotter than the
summer flames, turning skin
to paper and bones to dust.
but no -
not you.
for you shone bright
and the words that fell from your tongue
should have been enough to bring
all armies to their pathetic knees.
not you,
my dear.
the future danced along
your fingertips the way
fire flirts with kindling.
and if the rest of the world
turns their faces away;
if the rest of the world
sneers with a scorn that would make
a snake hiss in displeasure,
i will
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There was always a point of life where everything felt bleak. The colors around you would become monochrome. This reality become obvious to you, as you began dreading your daily life. Your hobbies didn't feel as stimulating as you previously remembered, and nothing could really grab your interest.
Currently, you were blankly staring down at an old magazine. There didn't seem to be a point to you doing this, you were just bored. It was a boredom that would go away once you started doing something else either. It was like a looming shadow that'd always follow you no matter what. At this point, you would go through great lengths to appease your
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London was a crueler place than it appeared. It was projected as a nice solace, where formalities are often shared, tea drank together - but you found none of that. The place you knew was a dark, inescapable fate. There was no place for you. You would never get the sweet taste of luxury on the tip of your tongue. You'd only know staleness and putrid scents, for the entire being for your lifespan.
How long would that last, though?
Your lungs were heaving. You tried your best to run with all your might, but your chaser was far too swift. It was almost as if he was mocking you, with his swift and elegant moves. He was taking his time, toying w
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If you had to sum today up, you'd most likely say it was a never ending quest for it to be over. Or more specifically, your shift. Either would be beautiful salvation in your eyes.
The customers must enjoy being obnoxious and outlandish - you had to hand it to them, it must take talent to transcend the levels of annoyance into downright infuriating irritation. Why did they keep asking about a secret menu? That menu certainly must be a secret if you didn't know about it.
There was a pounding in your feet, a signal of how badly they were aching. Wearing heels today was now on your top ten list of most idiotic ideas you've had. Number one bein