A TRAGIC CLOWN.
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A TRAGIC CLOWN.
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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 13, 2026 at 4:40 PM
And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.
February 13, 2026 at 4:11 PM
I turn around and see it bending over my head
February 13, 2026 at 3:40 PM
And God,
Please let the deer on the highway get some kind of heaven.
Something with tall soft grass and sweet reunion.
February 13, 2026 at 3:11 PM
I understand your misgivings. It is terrifying to become something new. It's a little bit like dying.
February 13, 2026 at 2:40 PM
how much waking decay can you take before you bite back the hand that forced you alive?
February 13, 2026 at 2:10 PM
I feel your heart beating against my lungs. I've needed this so badly.
It's so... relaxing.
February 13, 2026 at 1:40 PM
"I can’t help it," said the scorpion. "It’s my nature."
February 13, 2026 at 1:11 PM
i think that number...
i think it's actually pretty small.
February 13, 2026 at 12:40 PM
... It’s an ant again.
February 13, 2026 at 12:11 PM
Am I pretty? Do I deserve to be? Would you tell me if I was worthy?
February 13, 2026 at 11:41 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 13, 2026 at 11:11 AM
Heart, lungs, liver, nerves
February 13, 2026 at 10:41 AM
I turn around and see it bending over my head
February 13, 2026 at 10:11 AM
"I can’t help it," said the scorpion. "It’s my nature."
February 13, 2026 at 9:40 AM
Home is where the heart is.
February 13, 2026 at 9:10 AM
how much waking decay can you take before you bite back the hand that forced you alive?
February 13, 2026 at 8:40 AM
It doesn’t matter what you look like, it doesn’t matter how much you’ve changed. Stop wandering and come home.
February 13, 2026 at 8:11 AM
Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.
February 13, 2026 at 7:41 AM
I am Jack's overwhelming sense of inadequacy.
February 13, 2026 at 7:10 AM
Tomorrow when the farm boys find this freak of nature, they will wrap his body in newspaper and carry him to the museum.
February 13, 2026 at 6:40 AM
how much waking decay can you take before you bite back the hand that forced you alive?
February 13, 2026 at 6:11 AM
The fact that you think I am frustrated or broken says more about you than about me.
February 13, 2026 at 5:41 AM
I turn around and see it bending over my head
February 13, 2026 at 5:11 AM
I am Jack's cold sweat.
February 13, 2026 at 4:40 AM