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Testa di cazzo.”
“I see… Y-Your Excellency… I don’t recall naming the demon we were searching for.” The whites of Nicola’s eyes were shrinking, filling in with black like ink in water, sockets larger than any mortal man’s. Elia swallowed audibly. “And I don’t recall you being an adulterous whore, Elia.”
WOAH WOAH WOAH
Anyway, be not afraid or whatever. I’m going to go kill that fucking demon now. Would you mind exorcizing him for me?”
“I’ve watched you a long time, Elia. I have seen your heart, how you carry yourself, how you act on what you believe. I have grown to love that about you…” Dani’s bronze, gold-freckled hand reached out to touch Elia’s cheek. It was warm like the sun; Elia wanted Dani’s hands all over him. “I… have grown to love you, Elia. And I wonder if you could do the same in return.” Elia couldn’t help a bashful smile, glancing down. “I think so, Dani. How could I deny my angelic savior, and one so handsome?”
Me when i fall in lovewith my hot stalker angel
I either got this habit from the spectrum I’m on or, if you ask Freud, a result of neglect that has driven me to masturbate with the wrong pair of lips.
This sentence is wild lmao
The king of the demons flies up to heaven to learn Torah with the angels. I wonder if he feels like as much of an intruder as I do in the temple. A gnarled creature in the middle of a perfect crowd.
If you don’t look, you’ll never know.
Perse used to despair that no one ever got them, that they weren’t perceived as who they really were. They don’t see me. They see what they want to see. Whatever fits a clear label. But they’ve decided there are benefits to oneself being the only person who will ever truly know themselves. Everyone else is missing out, not me. And isn’t it incredible that there are billions of little worlds floating around just on one planet?
Perse leans down with their head in their hands and starts to cry. Cry for their lost life, all the years they’ve dressed or acted a certain way to make everyone else but themselves happy. Swallowed their deadname like poisoned gum.
It doesn’t matter. If all is ordained, he would never care because it would do nothing. All he could do was approach the universe as a cosmic joke and take delight in human fumbling.
the opposite of death, between them: life or creation or merely joy See, angels, that everything will come in time, and tomorrow there’ll be new ways to love; hear the devil and our chief prince, laughing, Let all the lovers be jealous of us, they say, they will never love like we do
This is the ending i needed for them
Now that the other one was gone, Yitzchak could feel the place where the two souls had been chafing against each other. The burning of it was gone, in its place nothing but a soothing wholeness. Yitzchak braced her forearms on the altar and heaved herself to her feet. She took a moment to drink in the land sprawling below her and listen to the soft sounds of the wind and the birds. Then, she followed her father down the slopes of Mount Moriah.
“When I was little, my mother — my mother read me that psalm about how it’s harder for a camel to get through the eye of a needle than it is for someone to get into heaven. And I used to lie awake at night paralyzed by it, because — well, then it had to be impossible, and that never made sense. I mean, how could God love us and still make it so hard, and if we were all going to hell anyway, then what was the point? Why put us here to suffer, and then suffer some more?”
“She read the psalm incorrectly. It’s harder for a rich man to get into heaven than it is for a camel to get through the eye of a needle. And the eye of a needle is simply a structure on earth. In what you call Israel. It’s tall. Camels are perfectly capable of squeezing through as long as they duck.”
