bot that makes you gay
@tenderquotebot.bsky.social
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bot that posts quotes i find moving or striking. run by @symbioceans.bsky.social. i like romance, tragedy, and monsters.
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What country girl seduces your wits, wearing a country dress, not knowing how to pull the cloth to her ankles?
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It's harder to be yourself than it is to be anybody else. I wish that I were someone closer to you.
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The deathless love we swore to protect with our bodies is stumbling across its bleak ending.
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I love being in love with you, it makes even unhappiness seem no bigger than a pin, even at the times when I wish so violently that I could give my heart to science and be rid of it.
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Sure, I sink the boat of love, but that comes later. And yes, I swallow glass, but that comes later.
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Before a monster is a monster, it is swollen with love, it presses sin flush against the wall, it pretends that it knows what to do with its hands.
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Which is a pity, because at that last moment I'd have liked to tell him what I thought of him. Mind you, since in that split second we were, to all intents and purposes, one and the same, I rather think he knew anyway.
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The heavy and horrible beating of her heart… She shrieks – I tell you, she is outside the door! We put her living in the tomb!
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And in the clarity of this night I make myself believe I can sleep easily alone, but there’s a hunger under my skin, and it’s nipping at my bones.
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I hate whiny fucking songs like this, but I can't afford a therapist.
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“Horrifying creature.” Bad words, and many words like them. They put them on us.
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Little mink, let me watch you. Little mice, run and run. Dear pine cone, let me hold you as you open.
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I couldn't utter my love when it counted – ah, but I'm singing like a bird about it now.
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It is sad when the wrong thing dies. It is sad when it is three in the morning & the wind is howling & the moon is like a burning umbrella oh god who will put up with me
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To us and our good fortune! Be happy, be healthy, long life! And if our good fortune never comes, here's to whatever comes!
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Blue lips, blue veins, blue, the color of our planet from far, far away… Blue, the most human color.
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I swallow your heart and you make me spit it up again. I swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth. You swallow my heart and flee, but I want it back now, baby. I want it back.
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The snake knows these are the owl's woods, these are the woods of death, these are the woods of hardship where you crawl and crawl, where you live in the husks of trees, where you lie on the wild twigs and they cannot bear your weight.
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And I wish that you were here and that love could last – I’m not sure that it can’t, I just pray that it can.
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And the sickener hits: I can work till I break, but I love the bones of you, that I will never escape.
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I hate the phrase “love conquers all,” and I hate that it's true.
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That’s the thing with time, isn’t it? It’s not all the same. Some days – some years – some decades – are empty. There is nothing to them. It’s just flat water. And then you come across a year, or even a day, or an afternoon. And it is everything. It is the whole thing.
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If I stop, the world will keep on turning – of that I'm certain.
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Grief is an amputation, but hope is incurable hemophilia: you bleed and bleed and bleed.
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It's hard to talk about what you believe while you are believing it. Fervor reduces thought to shorthand and all we get is an icon. Give a man a weapon and you have a warrior. Put him on a horse and you have a hero. The weapon is a tool. The horse is a metaphor.