This is it, I think: the greatest tragedy at the centre of everything is not that the world is empty or evil or ugly, but that it's full of immeasurably beautiful things that tend toward decay. I'm still unsure if I can accept the idea of grief as a final form of love, but I understand intimately, now, its fundamental truth: horror and pain and loss do not exist in opposition to love, but as affirmation of it. All this terror because of all of this beauty. All of this just to have something worthwhile to ruin.
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cracker-jack cracker-jack Jul 21, 2025 08:37PM
hey hey hey!! did some reworking on Devotion (previously The Gore of the Glory Days)! chapter 1 has been republished, and chapter 2 is brand spankin new. hope you all enjoy :-)https://www.wattpad.co...
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DEVOTION, the hunger games
aren't we indeed keepers of our dead? 51ST HUNGER GAMES pre-trilogy / oc cracker-jack © 2021
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