Oh, my love. We cannot be what we desire any longer, for I need to move on. You’re just a part of my dreams, even if your face is so vivid. I want to tango in space with you forever, but I know that’s just… a dream of mine.

My dear, I’m so scared of the future, I’m scared to chase what I’ve been dreaming, I’m… I’m afraid of being alone. You’re the last thing that keeps me happy, but I know it’s not healthy. You’ll never be mine.

Everything in my life is falling apart, and I’m only making things worse for myself. Nobody wants to share their time with me, and why would they? No woman wants to love me, and none ever will. If you knew who wrote this, you’d just laugh it off. My reputation here has ruined my chances, and everybody I care about will drift away.

Nothing ever lasts forever, it’s always severed; untethered… Like a loose end or a strand, made for you to mend or understand.

Somebody be with me…

Sounds as if he really enjoyed your lore.

pov: the only person who knows the backstory lore

wow nice

The pounding of guns, and the roaring of those machines from hell became deafening. I shuttered, holding my knees to my chest as I pressed myself against the corner of the basement. The exultant, deafening warhorns shook the ground, and struck fear into my core as I listened involuntarily to the sounds of war. I heard everything; the screams, the sirens, the explosions, guns, the Tripods, the horns… It was the most terrifying moment of my life, and I was helpless to stop it. Every person I knew had vanished, and every other person that hid with me in this cellar had run to the surface to help with the fight.

None returned. All of them vanished in the misty distance, the field where They still roam. I’m just sitting here, waiting for them to catch me. It’s only a matter of time, and I no longer hear the guns and explosions. They must all be dead now, for the only thing I can hear is broken sirens and their mechanical stomping. Every now and then, they roar just to fill the silence, as if mocking me.

I’m alone, and everybody I know is gone. I’m so scared. I… Why am I alone in this city of the dead…? Why am I alive, while everybody I know is lying in that field? I’m…

I’m walking out. I’m tired of living in this world of torment and loneliness. I’m going to let the aliens take me, farewell.

That’s my ironic event of the day.

@Cassie nah

Ok.

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sigh… caught up to the latest episode of the series. I hate waiting for more episodes :(

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@zack sus

Very funny.

wrong category btw

Context: Baphomet uses the code name “Baphomet” as a hunter because he’s literally reincarnated Baphomet, but people can’t know that
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@zack but it caught me off guard😭

@zack “silliest silly” cutely murders someone well yeah the mf i think is silly will strangle someone in their sleep with no regrets😭

@zack OH

@zack wtf;sob: