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The ear-splitting hiss of the kettle jabbed like fingers into my ear. I hated making tea anyways. Tea's fucking disgusting; weeds and poison ivy muddled into scalding water. Whoever associated it with prestige and high class did make me ten times more confident about my Lipton teabag, though. Even bitterly chugging down the pepper water reminds me that I could be royalty. I could have some monarch blood coursing through me as I drink this bitter tar called earl grey. I get a glance at my balcony. The scre...
tw: reference to murder--// .doReplay (signal 'voice line'); speech.to.synthesize. . at the tone, please recite the relative acronym of the android you are trying to access. 'CAS' - . . is this the android you are looking for?-> Welcome to CAS. . . warning: certain subscripts are missing. this may alter the playback of the disc.<...
tw: mentions of suicide, goreVenera's voice was reminiscent of a nectarous drink, each sip piercing my palette with the crisp bittersweet aftertaste of perfectionism and initiative. I would watch with silent admiration as she poured her soul into the chatter that clouded the apartment gathering, every shred of static and discussion dissolving at the timbre of her remarks. This wasn't second-hand embarrassment playing at their undivided attention, but their respect for h...
Nothing will ever make for the show that the spectator imagines.In her demoralizing ballad, Thea fell to the floor gracefully, one hand over her chest and the other tangled into her hair. The opera house was rapt in her performance as the crestfallen goddess, muddled within her futility and visions of monsters bent to look as she currently is. Doleful, and hungry for more of something that never had existed for her. She could never fall in love with a mortal, she would never be able to die, and all those she had consider...
cw: slight strong languageMy heart is roasting on a spit, but in your defense, you weren't there to see it.I wish I was dead. Your computer shut down in the middle of the sociology essay; 3000 words on some ideology that juddered our wallets out of every penny that was there. It was a kernel panic, the face of the MacBook screen glaring a simple, "Your computer restarted because of a problem. Press a key or wait a few seconds to co...
movie watcher, occasional writer letterboxd: entovrages might expand "welcome to cas" to a different tier
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