THE WITHERING DIVINITY OF GODS OF OLD AND MAN
HOLD NOTHING AGAINST ME
HELL IS ALREADY IN THE HEART
OUR BREATHING IS OUR SENTENCE
DOOMED UPON FIRST GASPING BREATH AND TESTING OF THE LUNGS
SOON IT IS OVER
DON’T CRY FOR NO WATER COMES

ON THE CARCASSES OF GODS
I LIGHT A FIRE FOR WARMTH
HELL IS COLD AND HARSH AS STONE UPON MY NAKED BODY
IN THE CARCASSES OF GODS I SHIVER ALONE
A WITHERING DIVINITY I REVEL IN
I DO NOT ENVY THE FUTURE OF IMMORTALITIES AND GROWING GAPS OF SUFFERING

THIS IS HELL

BUT I PREFER MY HOME TO THE UNKNOWN.

“The function of music is to liberate in the soul those feelings which normally we keep locked up in the heart.”

- Sebastian Faulks, Birdsong

But what’s more relatable that Lockwood saying “I am now quite cured of seeking pleasure in society, be it country or town. A sensible man ought to find sufficient company in himself” after trying to socialize with his awful neighbors and barely making it out alive

I’m sorry but as women, how are we supposed to trust anyone these days? I’ve been treated so badly by men who have used their superior physical capabilities against me in both sexually violent and physically violent ways. men who I thought really cared about me, people I’ve known for years, have betrayed me in such horrible ways because they are able to overpower me. There is no excuse. Past trauma, alcohol or substance abuse, anger issues or mental health problems… none of it makes assault of a woman or harassment of a women okay.

I don’t care if you’re trauma makes you want to harm someone else. The choice still exists. You can still decide to behave with dignity and compassion. You can be drunk and respectful. You can be angry and respectful. YOU HAVE A CHOICE.

hmm…

what should i do?

every atom in my body is dying

to touch you.

uncertainty takes refuge

on the edge of our promises

& i feel our companionship

overshadowing my objections.

how far can we go

before admitting we’ve lied?

how far do we fall

before acknowledging the scale

weighing our objections?

ifs, &s and buts wilter

into promises tucked gently

between moonlight &

shooting stars.

unfortunately, wishes mean nothing.

coming from you.

Am I convenient or someone you feel at home with

Am I your only friend or your favorite friend

Do you pick me? Choose me? Love me?

About Me 😎👍

Originally posted by gifimagecollection

So in so many words or less, I'm supposed to say something clever, witty, and give my life story?

Well, I don’t think anyone reads the “Bios or The About Me section” anymore anyways, but here I go!! I have a wide variety of interests and way too many to list. Lol

Here are a few that I’ll put down, for right now.

I luv to Travel plus I like Photography and the Movies when I'm able to go.

I also like to Hike, play Disc Golf, and go Camping too.

Nestled in between seconds

Wrapped up in denial

I thought I could press pause

Like maybe if I just duck

The ticking hands of this clock

Wouldn’t sweep me along

I could hide in forgotten spaces

And pretend I didn’t exist

I wanna hate you, I’m mad as hell, oh but a part of me still loves you, and hopes and prays to God you’re doin’ well. -Jana Kramer

Sometimes when people tell me my works are good, I do not want to say it’s by my wisdom and knowledge that I am able to achieve them but rather from God.

I just wanna be someone memorable in your life

Sleep calls out my name
like a siren

and I lean into her
into her sweet, sweet whispers

they cover me like honey
their warmth submerging me in the sweetest of dreams

her caress soothes me
enhancing the sweetness of the escape of sleep

Senki:

Én a reptéren: Mi van ha véletlen van nálam egy fegyver

I love cooking. The movement, transformation, hands. It’s language, work, gesture.

The time and kindness required; knowing how to be generous but not excessive. Saying I love you from your deep inside to theirs.

Handling—whoever’s(including you) you’re cooking—vulnerability and sensibility and sensitivy.

Hands, mouth, smell, tongue, heart, mind…the will to please and nourish. How sensual!

I guess the devil has ears too

A portal to

Appear when he is certainly not wanted

So damn haunted are you:

an empty that refuses to go, let go,

Yet latches on with rules while simultaneously breaking all rules.

- “Lucifer” by Kiana Llanos [January 28th, 2020 : 11:55PM]

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Swallow me

For I am weak

And want to live

Inside of you