A TRAGIC CLOWN.
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A TRAGIC CLOWN.
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Here's to forgetting. To never remembering those problems.
And all the baggage they left in your fucking guest room.
February 11, 2026 at 2:40 PM
I feel your heart beating against my lungs. I've needed this so badly.
It's so... relaxing.
February 11, 2026 at 2:11 PM
Of course I recognize you.
Those eyes. That nose. That’s still you.
February 11, 2026 at 1:40 PM
I don't want to keep growing older without you.
February 11, 2026 at 1:11 PM
When I choose to see the good side of things, I'm not being naive. It is strategic and necessary. It's how I've learned to survive through everything.
February 11, 2026 at 12:40 PM
Tomorrow when the farm boys find this freak of nature, they will wrap his body in newspaper and carry him to the museum.
February 11, 2026 at 12:11 PM
The world's gone beautiful because it's about to die.
February 11, 2026 at 11:41 AM
I don't know. The only thing I do know... is that we have to be kind. Please, be kind - especially when we don't know what's going on.
February 11, 2026 at 11:12 AM
Think of me as your guardian angel.
February 11, 2026 at 10:40 AM
I turn around and see it bending over my head
February 11, 2026 at 10:11 AM
how much destructive change does it take to call a thing "destroyed?"
February 11, 2026 at 9:40 AM
Final Words:
"I don't want to go to heaven."
May he rest in peace.
February 11, 2026 at 9:10 AM
I am Jack's wasted life.
February 11, 2026 at 8:40 AM
What cannot be said will be wept
February 11, 2026 at 8:11 AM
A picture of a life, in a picture of life, in a picture of a life. How deep must repetition still our movements until the very air we breathe is stale?
February 11, 2026 at 7:40 AM
They'd love to never love anyone. Never feel any vulnerable emotion again. They could never stop. Any wall was never strong enough. Made from putty rather than brick.
February 11, 2026 at 7:11 AM
Do you like it? When my spine tickles you.
February 11, 2026 at 6:41 AM
But tonight he is alive and in the north field with his mother. It is a perfect summer evening: the moon rising over the orchard, the wind in the grass.
February 11, 2026 at 6:10 AM
I am Jack's raging bile duct.
February 11, 2026 at 5:41 AM
And when I die I shall not be forgotten.
February 11, 2026 at 5:11 AM
how much waking decay can you take before you bite back the hand that forced you alive?
February 11, 2026 at 4:40 AM
I'm afraid that I did something really stupid because I don't like myself.
February 11, 2026 at 4:11 AM
To catch her, you had to lie, but it may not be a lie forever.
February 11, 2026 at 3:41 AM
Here's to forgetting. To never remembering those problems.
And all the baggage they left in your fucking guest room.
February 11, 2026 at 3:11 AM
Final Words:
"I don't want to go to heaven."
May he rest in peace.
February 11, 2026 at 2:40 AM