Vamphorricgooner - Melt Into Air

the epic highs and tragic lows of literally just being in my head on a perfectly normal day

The sexual tension between me and my made up antagonists

That actually happened to me a couple hundred years ago

Clarice Lispector, A Breath of Life

truly some people have no genre savviness whatsoever. A girl came back from the dead the other day and fresh out of the grave she laughed and laughed and lay down on the grass nearby to watch the sky, dirt still under her nails. I asked her if she’s sad about anything and she asked me why she should be. I asked her if she’s perhaps worried she’s a shadow of who she used to be and she said that if she is a shadow she is a joyous one, and anyway whoever she was she is her, now, and that’s enough. I inquired about revenge, about unfinished business, about what had filled her with the incessant need to claw her way out from beneath but she just said she’s here to live. I told her about ghosts, about zombies, tried to explain to her how her options lie between horror and tragedy but she just said if those are the stories meant for her then she’ll make another one. I said “isn’t it terribly lonely how in your triumph over death nobody was here to greet you?” and she just looked at me funny and said “what do you mean? The whole world was here, waiting”. Some people, I tell you.

at the end of the day i’m a jegulus girl to my core… down to my bones…. like i love thinking about them .. in every iteration … in every lifetime … it’s always going to be them

George Seferis, from Collected Poems; "Last Stop" (tr. Edmund Keeley and Philip Sherrard)