Maybe would you precede
drowning hands and drowning face
*
your only chaperon
smothering your voice
a stormy crystal.
Category: Non classé
Harpsichord pieces – II.
Hands greeting the abyss
around your neck, wrapping you
in celestial clothing
*
those stagnating waters
and their herbs
that stand untroubled
Harpsichord pieces – III.
Those ephemeral trees
and their tiny branches
hammered by the void
*
Full of arrogant light.
closing your tomb
of broken glass
the air reforms
behing your steps
*
will i ever
o icy nights
cease your crossing?
une-tres-lente-neige-de-cristal:
Dissociation
I saw Medusa once
Weeping over a white snake
As cars were passing through
Her deceasing body
*
I wasn’t moved.
the catholic church is crazy but aesthetically balls to the walls.. statues of a dying dude on a cross absolutely everywhere
Death?
a maybe drying dew
on the youngest leaves
of an april tree
a mutual: [likes literally any random post of mine]
me: [clutches my heart]
me: [softly] i love u
one of the funniest things about a good chunk of people on here is that they will call themselves leftists and get all worked up about people shoplifting to survive
Cause we support equality for everyone not one person fucking stealing everything
interesting interpretation of shoplifting
who’s this one extremely dope person stealing everything? is it a mantle passed down or are they immortal? i love this world building
