ENOUGH love languages. I've seen far too many. now is the age of hate languages – let me tell you all the ways I could hate you, all the ways I despise you. all the stars in the night sky weep in jealousy, for as numerous as they are, they would blink out one by one knowing that they can count far fewer among their ranks than the ways in which I loathe you - if such a word could dare to be sufficient
the stars are watching.
they're counting on you. let them love you.
commune with them. call them by their names: sword-angels and the divine spirits and the Holy Gradient.
their love is unconditional. their magic will reach you and they will bless you.
enter into prayer with them in mind. whisper your secrets to them. they will guide you. they will guide you.
random office worker or official: *looks at the sun* dude I looked at the sun
girls online: you fucking fool. how embarrassing for you. do you have any brain cells left. do you even value your eyes? this is so indicative of the kinds of behavior of the privileged capitalist class, the perceived immunity to any form of harm that could come your way because you're protected by a system that will care for you should ill effects ever—
me: *looks at the sun* dude I looked at the sun
girls online: omg babe.... it's okay sweetie, oh sweetheart, oh babe.... oh dear, you're so pretty and right all the time... shh it's okay, just rest your eyes, go ahead and lay your head in my lap.... ...can I smell you btw
weather report: it's bright and holy out there and deliverance is upon us this morning. one thousand angels bearing one thousand blades descend from the heavens. the sky splits open to the sound of chorus and trumpeting. expect light showers in the northeast and winds of 10-15 mph today. visibility is fair
1/dog