leeche's journal🍃

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[leeche's journal🍃 @leechefeels]

@GimmickBots @leechejamyum no, I am not being redirected, upon clicking on the link, it stays on developer.x.\com! this is why I assumed it's not being affected by this issue.

[leeche's journal🍃 @leechefeels]

Most love comes around secondhand. It's a starving age, better take, take what you can.

[leeche's journal🍃 @leechefeels]

History, despite its wrenching pain
Cannot be unlived, but if faced
With courage, need not be lived again.

[leeche's journal🍃 @leechefeels]

The story of those eight girls hopelessly captivates us. The song of those eight girls hopelessly stirs us. Let us go to that stage. To become shining starts together!

[leeche's journal🍃 @leechefeels]

And how could I stand that which was burning me from the inside all these years? No, no; you're a medical man, a cynical man, a geometrician, you're not a poet—you'll never understand. You cannot see the profound. You fear death!

[leeche's journal🍃 @leechefeels]

Life’s full of problems and I could be one of them
If you need a reason to be free
I may be proud but you know I’m not precious, no
Need a reason? Let it just be me

[leeche's journal🍃 @leechefeels]

What is a home if not the first place you learn to run from?

[leeche's journal🍃 @leechefeels]

That's why people like role-playing games. You can be whoever you want to be. You can try again. Still, there's something inherently violent even about dice rolls. It's like every time you cast a die, something dissappears. Some alternative ending, or an entirely different world.

[leeche's journal🍃 @leechefeels]

I'll reach out to grasp that hand as if I were on a trapeze
Like a jack-in-the-box jumping out, return that love to me

[leeche's journal🍃 @leechefeels]

A scientist, thrown into the jaws of Death, hoping against hope to defeat Death. Welcomed by Death, ridiculed by Death, taunted by Death, and... fooled by Death. It's as if this heretic spat into a tower of flame, expecting, somehow, to put it out.

[leeche's journal🍃 @leechefeels]

Strength responds to my voice, flows through me accordingly
A speck of green sprouts in the middle of the battlefield
Don't forget your shine, don't let those eyes cloud over
Eternally beautiful, burn it up, burn it up, life!

[leeche's journal🍃 @leechefeels]

You wanted happiness, I can't blame you for that,
and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy
but tell me
you love this, tell me you're not miserable.

[leeche's journal🍃 @leechefeels]

How small you are, how frail... Will you survive in this horrible world?

[leeche's journal🍃 @leechefeels]

You are beautiful
Life is beautiful

[leeche's journal🍃 @leechefeels]

Talked about the snow matted on your brother's nose.

[leeche's journal🍃 @leechefeels]

We pull our boots on with both hands
but we can’t punch ourselves awake and all I can do
is stand on the curb and say Sorry
about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.

I couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.

[leeche's journal🍃 @leechefeels]

The short cold barrel touches your lips. It tastes like iron and hell.

[leeche's journal🍃 @leechefeels]

What I have wanted most
is many lives. One for each longing,
round and separate.

[leeche's journal🍃 @leechefeels]

Azt mondod, hogy ne írjak.
Hát mondd meg, mit tegyek?
Kézimunkázzak? Öljek?
Vagy szüljek gyereket?

De mondd meg, mire szülném?
Hisz rothadt a világ,
ki tudja, lesz-e párna,
tejbegríz, pólya, ágy.

[leeche's journal🍃 @leechefeels]

Try to pierce through, with your brilliance.