stella et cetera [4:09 P.M.]: god. i am so manly ( Read more... )

this is what i'm trying to say.


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themes of death and love. ack, who do i think i am, baudelaire? steampunk universe and/or nuclear winter. i think i thought i saw you try. dreams creep like a sickness into life and prophecy. swords, armor, and revolvers. trains, zeppelins, and cavalry. eastern european monarchies. the knowledge that you're the last of your kind. the last ( Read more... )

i am destined to be a testament to that which could've been.

there's a hole in my chest where the world swirls through. i'm fine as long as it swirls. i have no reserves for droughts.

i love decadence. i love disco. i wish that i'd been born a thousand years ago.

esoteric as fuck.

flesh begets flesh photography. the soft siren who used to lure men to her and now that word is out sends them scampering. your ruby blue eyes have melted, but now you're reborn. elastic snaps. would you still dig me when i've been dug? my bones are brittle in the dust of what a million years under the sun can do and my flesh drips acrid ( Read more... )

i've begun worshipping flowers, getting down on my hands and knees to lick their bulbs clean ( Read more... )

one, two, three, four ( Read more... )

This flower is scorched ( Read more... )

i've lost the meathook-wings in my arms and the trampoline below. so i'm just going to make what i want and make the most of that ( Read more... )