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Well, you know, some bathroom graffiti offers insight.

This is the funniest joke I’ve ever made 

הבל | hevel

This is how it goes: God whispers in Cain’s jealous ear, drawing his attention to the Sin crouched at his doorway. Sin has haunted eyes and a mouth that has been kissed. Let there be no doubt that Sin has been kissed, with a wet-red mouth that may taste of blood or pomegranate or the electric crackle of a stoplight. Cain looks at Sin. He runs his tongue over his teeth.

This is how it goes: Cain leaves the house at one am in bare feet and a hoodie, careful to avoid the last stair that creaks, and treks out into the Field. There are many fields in the world but there is only one Field. Cain feels the difference in the grass when he crosses the border from field to Field, the way the grey-green blades stand up at attention in his wake, the way the dirt turns ice-cold and furious beneath his heels. The earth is good with foreshadowing. The tree of Knowledge has deep roots.

This is how it goes: God says, I will take you or your brother.

God says, You get to choose.

And Cain says, “When you split me and my brother in the womb, you did not divide us evenly. He got kindness, and I got longing. He got complacence, and I got ambition. I want to kill him sometimes. I think sometimes he wants to die.”

I have never made brothers before, God explains. That is how I thought they were made. What more do you want?

“I want to steal some of his kindness,” Cain says, and shakes his pocket knife out of his sleeve.

Back at home, Abel sits up in his bed with a start, heart racing. That was close, he thinks, that was a damn close one, and does not know why.

In the Field, the ground warms as blood seeps into the dirt. 

wait. grusk baby born on karl marx’s birthday…. X Æ A-12 complete the mission

I have hope in Andor Season 2, not because I trust Disney, but because Tony Gilroy seems unhinged enough to rip Disney apart with his bare teeth if they tried to touch his show, like he’s completely off the rails what kind of man says “we are all living in a prequel, we are all going to die” he’s unhinged and I’m obsessed with that-

anything else you want me to manifest before i go to bed? a fifth season of bbc sherlock, perhaps? a lorax sequel? babygate reveal? cole sprouse socal experiment but it’s dylan this time? it’s been a while since our first dashcon, hasn’t it? also wasn’t there also something about an apocalypse that was supposed to wipe us out in 2012…

it occurred to me just now that living in horrible turbulent times means that studying your time period is likely to be the boring normie option in the future because that's what everyone studied

“teenagers who are home alone throw parties” you dumb shit muppets have you never seen the Home Alone movies or even met a teenager??? being left home alone means eating lots of junk food on the living room floor in various states of undress while playing music too loud and messing up your sleep schedule, who the fuck socializes

This actually happened in my life. My whole class keeps shipping two boys and we just can't get over it.

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You know your shipping problem has gone too far when you start shipping two boys at your school that are definitely straight…

i think the world is ready to see this one :)