Miss Eoniti Laioir
@turnspitAndiron
‘My nerves are bad tonight. Yes, bad. Stay with me. Speak to me. Why do you never speak. Speak. What are you thinking of? What thinking? What? I never know what you are thinking. Think.’
⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Nothing matters because all conflict is resolved within minutes of it hitting the timeline. ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ There is a cruel cycle of complacency that many of you have fallen into as a result. ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Self preservation has never been lower. ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅
Nothing is nothing yet everything is something. One side has a clear advantage. Which it is depends on the beholder. It is a bet one takes; reveal the next card, will it be higher or lower?
⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Does it matter when the decks are stacked? ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅ ⋅˚₊‧ ଳ ‧₊˚ ⋅
You ₩ant to kno₩ ₩hen the $ea learned to hate? I ₩a$ there. Before your ₱ainted ₱rie$t$ had hymn$. Before the honking tem₱le$ had name$. Before ₱ur₱leblood$ learned to ¢all their filth religion. They dragged their dead to the ¢liff$ by the hundred$. $i¢k one$. Failed one$. Mutant$. ₩hel₱$ they $aid the god$ had laughed at ₩rong. They $₱lit them o₱en, tied bell$ to their ₩ri$t$, ₱ainted $mile$ on ¢or₱$e$ that had never kno₩n joy, and thre₩ them into my $ea. Not buried. Not burned. Dum₱ed. They ¢alled it an offering. It ₩a$ ₩a$te. The tide ₩ent bla¢k ₩ith them. The reef$ ¢hoked. The fi$h ¢ame u₱ ₩ith ₩hite eye$ and $₩ollen bellie$. The kel₱ rotted in ¢urtain$. The ₩ave$ $tank $o foul even the moon turned it$ fa¢e a₩ay. And the ₱ur₱leblood$ $tood on the $hore, laughing. Laughing. Like the rot ₩a$ holy. Like the o¢ean ₩a$ $ome bottomle$$ bu¢ket for their $in$. $o I be¢ame ¢older than the ₩ater. Meaner than the underto₩. I learned ₩hat a throat $ound$ like ₩hen it fill$ ₩ith brine. I learned ho₩ long a ¢lo₩n ¢an kee₱ $miling under the $urfa¢e. I killed be¢au$e I had to. That ₩a$ the la$t time I did anything be¢au$e I had to. Everything after? Everything after, I did be¢au$e I ₩anted to. #violen¢e #gore #death
You may be the bird of the bird after all. It makes one wonder, the lengths you might go to.
one hundred billion bunnies.
Ninety-nine billion, nine hundred and ninety-nine million, nine hundred and ninety-nine thousand, nine hundred and ninety-nine bunnies.
where- where did that bunny go.
You kno₩. There ₩ere ₩iggler tale$ told to grub$ by Broodmother$ about me. The old troll of the $ea. The tale ₩ent that $ubjuggulator$ only be¢ame ¢lo₩n$ to make me laugh. My rau¢ou$ laughter ₩ould kee₱ the tide$ moving. The Broodmother$ told the ₩iggler$ that before there ₩ere beetle$, before there ₩a$ $¢ri₱t, before there ₩ere ledger$, there ₩a$ only barter. The $ea ₩anted laughter. In ex¢hange, it gave fi$h. It gave favorable ₩ind$. It gave $afe ₱a$$age. Every ¢lo₩n ₩a$ a tax ¢olle¢tor. Every joke a ₱ayment. Every ¢hu¢kle another ¢oin thro₩n into $ea¢ra$h Moneyma₩'$ endle$$ vault beneath the ₩ave$. And ₩hen the Em₱ire forgot to ₱ay? The $torm$ ¢ame to ¢olle¢t. ₩hy? Be¢au$e it ₩a$ true.
You remind me of the bird- not the bird, the bird of the bird- no, no, not the bird of the bird, the mentor to the bird of the bird- no, no, not the mentor to the bird of the bird, you are just the bird. Yes, yes, the bird, the bird! The bird who coveted the bird of the bird! And the mentor to the bird of the bird tried to save the bird of the bird from you, the bird! And you the bird watched, you watched, as the mentor to the bird of the bird, in the third, decided to save the mentor to the bird of the bird. The mentor to the bird of the bird cut off the fingers knuckle by knuckle, one by one, of the bird of the bird, and the pieces fell below below, the pieces fell into the sea far from whence she could see, and the bird of the bird she sank, she sank, and neither the bird nor the mentor to the bird of the bird got the bird of the bird. But the mentor to the bird of the bird did not get the bird of the bird, which was enough for the bird. The lesson here, of course, is to never become the bird of the bird, the bird always has the final word, and the mentor to the bird of the bird cares more for the mentor to the bird of bird than the bird of the bird. And this, bird, is true. #violence #gore
I kind xf wanna reveal my name eventually... But I'm scared xf lxsing the GhxstWriter thing!!! It's my branding... Yxu knxw??? X)))
I would love to have to have the name of a fine gentleman as yourself, you know.
◌ What is moe. ⧂
What? I would say, who? The bartender from the Simpsons is named Moe.
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"Please let me hit" implies something of a more lurid nature, dear. I know, odd.
hm? pErhAps I shOUld sEArch thAt tErm mysElf, thEn-
Hm. Perhaps, perhaps not. I find your innocence quite refreshing, but then...
╰┈➤ˎˊ˗ ╰┈➤ 𝙸 am neither fully verified or unverified 𝙸 am somewww.here you cannot see @~,@
I believe that means you exist in a state between realities, one strutpod in the circle, one out. The wind may push you either way, so you must make a choice quickly lest it be made for you, you see.
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Yxu knxw that xld thing abxut walking alxng the side xf the sidewalk clxsest tx the street tx prxtect a dame frxm a buggie that might splash a puddle??? If that's gentlemanly then it has tx be gentlemanly when scaled up tx the extreme right??? :000 If a lady asked me tx sacrifice myself fxr her... I'd dx it withxut questixn... Well!!! With very few questixns!!! X))) I think there's very little that shxws true chivalry like that... It's the deepest trust I cxuld xffer...
You make for quite the dashing gentleman indeed, good sir. Offering your life may as well be eternal servitude; you are putting your all into providing for your Lady for the rest of your mortal existence. How precious. But, how would you react I wonder, if your Lady would die for you, give you that offer?
⌒°ʚ(ෆ❛ั ᴗ ❛ัʃƪ)ɞ♡°⌒ Purplebloods are so silly! They either say really mean things or they say really funny things. I like them! Though, I don't know why some run from me... am I scary?
Purplebloods are a varied lot. Some of us yearn for the skies above, some the caverns below, and some the oceans of blood all around. It is a trifle tricky to triangulate the trajectory of any given troll. Perhaps it is this fear of the unknown which is scary.
>>| my mind .is like .a hurricane .and my thinkpan .is squishy, .i guess. the night was marvelous .at least.
My my, sounds like someone had a fun time. I take it you were at the gala? Such a marvelous time, with the crowds and the music and the dancing, and the games, not the least.
rEvElrIEs 9:14 “brOthEr thErE AIn't nO fAIth If yOU'rE nOt shArIng It. dOn't cArE If yOU knOw thAt OUtsIdEr AIn't bOUttA clOwnvErt. thE mEssIAhs ArE vAIn As A mOthErfUckEr, And mAn dO thEy lOvE tO sEE A bItch wAx pOEtIc bOUt Em. tAlk lIkE yOU'rE bOUttA brIng Em tO clUrch, tAlk wIth thAt prAIsE On yOUr tOngUE“ #scrIptUrE #mIrthfUlchIttr
Brother sister and sibling all, there are many who find purpose aligned with a cause. What cause more uproarious is there than that of the Divine Comedy? Come my darlings, come my dears, take this. It will make you see the undersides of the stars. Take this, tell a joke and a prayer, and place it below your tongue. #substance
⚇ Suffering (Of Junkix, a heretic) 10:14 ⚇ "PLEASE! STOP! I SEE IT NOW, THE CARNIVAL YOU SPOKE OF. THE ENDLESS COLORS, THE FLASHING LIGHTS. I SEE, I SEE! I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING ELSE AND IT BURNS, IT FUCKING BURNS! I REPENT, I REPENT!" ⚇ #MirthfulChittr #Clownposting #Scripture ⚇
Please falls so easily from the lips of those with something to gain and something to lose. It makes one yearn for the nights of good manners and polite discourse. The rules of civility, I find, are so much easier to enforce now with a smile and a very large stick held behind the back. Woe, woe! Repent, impolite, repent!
🐾waNNa hear a coNstrUctioN joke? awh, actUally... i’m still ''workiNg oN it''! ehehe, hehe,
Wanna hear the one about the party that served no beverages? Hehe.
🐾oooh NothiN' like a good Party joke to get it 'PoPPiN'! ehehe x) what'cha got 'brewiN' there? hehe,
making fr13nds is difficult when your pan keeps telling you theyre going to abandon you one day once they get to know you
Making anything takes time and effort. Anything worth keeping, anyhoo. A good meal lasts only a day, but the memories a lifetime. I suppose it could be as simple as needing anti-anxiety medication, but there is no fun in guessing at that. What say you?