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 "It doesn't matter if I didn't mean to. I still did it." ✘ - ✘ - ✘ - ✘ - ϟ - ∅ - ⊗ - ∴ - ∆ - ⋙ - ✘ - ✘ - ✘ - ✘ [artist] | Finds his ground on the vinyl floor When ghosts amble into the grocery store Keep it light, be strong Keep it together and carry on Sometimes the corners of his eyes will cheat And imagine someone sleeping in the passenger seat He'll pull over and he'll breathe all wrong Escaping the nausea as he tumbles into the open And in the dead of spring When the heat begins to sing He'll spend all night by windowsills On guard for anything What's the point If oracles with visions can bleed out Just like the next man? What’s the point in hiding? All I've got are smoky rooms and issues And around eighty seven nightmares All I've got are catalysts and horrors Like the world has never seen All I've got are coffee mugs and mirrors and halls And survivor's guilt So tell me: what's the point in hiding? They’re just gonna find me.” |
| ⊗ TIM WRIGHT ⊗ |
| It's a disease. You see how this spreads. If there's someone left you have to kill them. And then yourself. |
| When Entry #87 was at last uploaded to the Marble Hornets YouTube channel, Tim had nurtured the fleeting hope that he could finally be done with the problems that had plagued every step of his waking life. A fool's hope, he would learn, as no more than two months later, he found himself stirring awake in the Castle in the Mist, fighting another god's war between the light and the dark. In his brief tenure in Sol Raveh, Tim would garner the impression that he's done more harm, in the long run, than he has good. His last act was attempting to ease another's way, and dying because of it. He does not blame them; given the road he'd been traveling down back home, such an end would be inevitable. As it happens, it was not - for he would awaken one day in the archipelago of LifeAftr, alive once more. Unfortunately. With a lifetime of faulty medical history, in and out of hospitals for most of his childhood, constantly stalked by the rake-thin, faceless entity known as the Operator, Tim remains under the impression that he has only ever hurt those with whom he's come into contact. Alex Kralie's parting words still linger in the back of his head - that he is the source of the Operator's presence, that he heralds Its influence, and that none of Its machinations will end until Tim himself is dead. Cursed from the cradle, broken from the womb, all he can do is hope that in LifeAftr, perhaps there's a chance he can minimize the damage he has the potential to do. Or maybe that, too, will be a fool's hope in the end. |
∴ home | ₪ elsewhere | ♥ friend | 〷 complicated | ∆ mistrust | ✔ trusted | ||
| ✘ hate | ⨁ protect | ¿ uncertain | ★ acquaintance | ☍ sorry | ♡ resonance | ||
| ⋙ afraid | ϟ dangerous | λ knows | ∅ kill | ⊗ infected | ❱ avoidance |
lup ⊗ the adventure zone
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[artist]
She's a rebel, she's a saint
She's the salt of the earth and she's dangerous
She's a rebel, vigilante
Missing link on the brink of destruction
From Chicago to Toronto
She's the one that they call ol' Whatsername
She's the symbol of resistance
And she's holding on my heart like a hand grenade
Is she dreaming what I'm thinking?
Is she the mother of all bombs? Gonna detonate
Is she trouble like I'm trouble?
Make it a double twist of fate or a melody
She sings the revolution
The dawning of our lives
She brings this liberation
That I just can't define
Nothing comes to mind
She's a rebel, she's a saint
She's the salt of the earth and she's dangerous
She's a rebel, vigilante
Missing link on the brink of destruction
She's a rebel
She's a rebel
She's a rebel
And she's dangerous
Between running the store with Taako and organizing the islands' first real network, Lup has proven to be resourceful as well as sharp and witty and a hell of a lot of fun. Not that Tim's usually one for having fun, but he can still appreciate it on principle.
She cares, and that's the most important thing.