[❤️‍🔥💖] ·˚ ༘ hello! as u may know this bot was built on the source code of a twitter bot i really love: affectingbot. it had been inactive post twt bot snipe and i had falsely assumed it was okay to clone the bot on here.

I like you more than you like me, and that’s okay too. I’m serious. I know you all think of me as willfully oblivious and foolish, but I know what I’m like. I talk too much and I think too highly of myself, I’m moralistic and stubborn and far too needy. I could go on.

If it’s any consolation… he really did want to fuck you.

I am this great, unstable mass of blood and foam, and no one in her right mind would make my home her home.

You can die for it – an idea, or the world. People have done so, brilliantly, letting their small bodies be bound to the stake, creating an unforgettable fury of light.

Writing a report. It’s not a business report. It’s writing about something you feel passionate about that you want to share with other people. I’m not sure that the rest of the world after elementary school encourages you to actually do that.

Isn’t that so sweet? And well… one thing led to another, and last night we went out on our first date. I just have to tell you about it! I have certain obligations, though, so first, let’s get to the news.

It is work to speak of my Father. My Father. His body was whole till they Stopped it. Suddenly. With a short shot.

I never wanted to love you. I only wanted to love and not be blamed. Let me go – you should know, I'm not ashamed to have loved you.

I can’t ever remember having enjoyed the presence of anyone so much in my home. You really are a bright light and are perhaps the best person in the world for shaking me out of my propensity for laziness and self-pity. Is there any way to bottle you?

It’s not irregular or aberrant to feel despair. This is part of survival. Your shame is forming your despair into a merciless story about your worth. Don’t let it do that.

A million faces, but all I'm seeing is you! I'm stopping strangers and telling them your name!

I died that day and I knew it was Valentine’s Day because it has always been my goal to be in love and to get a proper valentine and to not be lonely but to have someone who loves me so much that they miss me when I’m not there.

In a thousand years time, you won’t remember me. Yes I will. I promise. I will.

… but It Cannot Be A Mistake to have cared … It Cannot Be An Error to have tried … It Cannot Be Incorrect to have loved

We’re all sort of quietly suffering as we go about our days, trying and failing to communicate to other people what we want and what we believe.

Sometimes I think I enjoy suffering. But I know I’d prefer something else.

When I find that a knife’s sticking out of my side, I’ll pull it out without questioning why.

Where the pine trees smell of butterscotch and the thunder greets the rain.

Need something explained in language that for all you know could be scientific? Feel free to drop by his lab. Sometimes he’ll be there. Sometimes it’s date night, and he’s with me. I am his boyfriend. I don’t know if I mentioned that.

Four years and I’m hollowing out.

A few minutes ago, I got the most interesting voicemail from my most interesting husband. It’s our sixth anniversary today, you know. Anyway, he was so excited, I’ve never heard him talk so fast in his life.

But that there’s some circuit of reciprocity between these holding relations: your ability to hold me inside you, and mine to hold you inside me.

The songs have changed; the unspeakable has entered them. The songs have changed, but really they are still quite beautiful. They have been concentrated in a small space, the space of the mind. They are dark, now, with desolation and anguish. And yet the notes recur.

There should be absolutely no talking. Only singing.

Picture a car. No, you’re doing it wrong. Try again. Picture a car. … Really? That’s what you picture when you picture a car? All right, we’ll go with that. I’m not happy about it, but we’ll go with your idea of a car for now.

How long can you keep wanting something and not asking for it?

You both have – had – a habit of lecturing me. I do not mind. Not much. I deserve it. In some respects, I am touched that someone has my spiritual well-being at heart. It is nice to be loved, for what one is. I did not mind your lectures. I wish I could hear them again.

I lose my footing and I skin my hands breaking my fall, and I laugh to myself and look up at the skies. And then I think I hear angels in my ears, like marbles being thrown against a mirror. And along the highway, where unlucky stray dogs bleed: wild sage growing in the weeds.

I'd never seen your kind before, your every word was a poem.

He had won. The dancing shoes would dance no more. The princesses were torn from their night life. Because he was old he picked the eldest. At the wedding, the princesses averted their eyes. Never again would their shoes be worn down to a laugh.

Stay tuned next for a round of applause followed by a round of silence and departure.

Why do we still live here in this repulsive town? All our friends are in New York.

We grew up so very close. A parasite needs a host.

I'm a hopeless romantic. You're a terrible flirt. Cool and unfazed, you're always amazed when someone gets hurt.

… I don’t remember anymore. Your face is all red. Is it? I – I don’t suppose I’m not used to dancing.

We laugh because the words that ring like poetry to her are so mundane and unromantic to us. But we’re also moved because although her dream sounds comically humble, it is still an impossible prayer for escape and happiness. We don’t laugh at her.

fall calamitously in monogamy

I was trying to tell him about my job here, about my family and interests, and he was like “I know I know, Cecil, we’re in love. You and I are in love. You just don’t remember it.” I told him, “You’re cute, but this is our first date, so let’s take this slow.” Then he looked sad.

Turns out that when you're dead for seven months, all your personal belongings disperse through rummage sales.

I finally have things I care about, including myself, that I fear of hurting or losing. It is important and good to be afraid, it means you care, and people who say or act like they don’t care are sad.

Look at how long she walks and how far. Was she lost? Or maybe she was not for traveling in the stock car anymore. Maybe she spent her formative years dealing with his contentious fears and endless jeers at her endless tears, or maybe she just got tired of watching him –

The fairies went away from the Paradise with the One of the Great Pride. When the Father commanded the doors closed down and up, the intermediate fairies had no alternative but to leap into the holes of the earth, where they are, and where they will be.

You were, of course, not there. And I of course wept, remembering where I last had met you. I clawed with desperate nails at the sliding dream, screaming not to lose it, since I cannot forget you.

Stars Not Where They Seemed or Were Calculated to be, but Nobody Need Worry.

How would anyone survive, they seem to ask, without the sweet foolishness of wishing for something greater?

Why don't you ask him if he's going to stay? Why don't you ask him if he's going away? Why don't you tell me what's going on? Why don't you tell me who's on the phone? Why don't you ask him what's going wrong? Why don't you ask him who's the latest on his throne?

His reserve and tact seem very catlike to me, along with his barely contained pride in not being human.

I used to light you up, now I can’t even get you to play the drums. Because I don’t know what I want til I fuck it up.

So our fathers said – and they were wise – we think – at any rate, they were older than ourselves. And the report is, what’s old is wise.