montezuma’s revenge

every pixel hides a small bug and that’s how i hear your every breath and if you’re still alive it is only because i want you to fear longer escape longer suffer longer


You, out there. You. Pitiless as (prioritizes healthcare) you have been. You, who were there for my first breath, who (has infected its first human) first breathed me in. I’m sorry.

Mad, as if in Prayer

Other captains destroy rebel ships—in accordance with their code of honor, they suppose. We are content to slaughter rebel crews. Leave the ship intact, we say, only wash the deck in human blood.

Flying to the Moon

She asked me if I will need to return, looking up at the powdered face of the moon. “Need’? Perhaps not. Within friendship, needs and wants have a way of turning to smoke. All that we have is each other.