Because They’ve All Gone Away

conclave fever is taking over my body

Words can't express how much I love them

I shall die, but that is all that I shall do for Death;

I am not on his payroll.

I will not tell him the whereabouts of my friends

nor of my enemies either.

Though he promise me much,

I will not map him the route to any man’s door.

Am I a spy in the land of the living,

that I should deliver men to Death?

Brother, the password and the plans of our city

are safe with me; never through me

Shall you be overcome.

—Edna St. Vincent Millay

Quick trucoop edit to ‘Flowers Grow Out of My Grave’ by Dead Man’s Bones

greatest psychics of the 21st century, now in color

Snoozin

Northern lights.

ITS DOECHII BITCH MISS D-O-E DON DADA BITCH YOU NOTICE ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[ID: a 3 page comic of mob and teru from mob psycho 100, with a monochrome pink/red palette and white background. mob and teru are sitting next to each other, teru rambling on about something and mob is quietly listening. mob looks at the pants teru is wearing, jeans with heart cutouts all over them. he reaches out to poke at teru's leg through one of the cutouts, absentmindedly. they share a pause of silence before mob realizes what happened and says "oh- I'm sorry," and teru responds, "haha, that's okay". teru then asks mob. "is there something wrong?. mob is flustered and says, "uh- no just, there's a lot of cutouts.. wouldn't shorts be more comfortable?" teru, also flustered, says "uh- well, i guess it isn't the most comfortable, but, i think it looks good, you know? and sometimes i get compliments, makes it worth it..." the last panel is a close-up of mob and teru's hands, slight touching, with more saturation at the point of contact. mob says, "that makes sense. they do look good on you", teru says "thanks" END ID]

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