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[-282] you’ve let your doom in by the front door

I pray to the gods that you're uncomfortable, miserable even.

why ? is it because you want to take care of me and nurse me back to health ? to show me love and tenderness ? its ok. i know.

but I knew how to dress it up

“I was holding in my hand, against my lips, not a piece of fruit, not a piece of bitter, half-eaten fruit, but the still warm and almost beating heart of some holy being—just lifted from the dead body. And the heart was heavy. And wet. And it smelled as it would smell forever. Of myrrh. And burning blood. And gold.”

— Brigit Pegeen Kelly, ‘The Orchard’

St. Sebastian (c. 1620), Nicolas Régnier / Hail St. Sebastian, The Mountain Goats

you're not ascending to godhood you're just dehydrated