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Metal log imitation. Ornamental
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m-ir-a-nd-a · 2 years
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…And this is where I wish I could bleed it out of me. I want to drain myself of such trivial desires…
With scars come a private power.
I should return to my lover in bed. My eyes have grown heavy and ink blends with paper. Maybe I’ll find the love I’m looking for but won’t ask for there.
[10.15.22]— If I can’t bleed blood, I’ll bleed ink.
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mothprincess · 1 year
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serena crane, full metal baby
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bl00dfroma-fairy · 24 days
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jarofalicesgrunge · 5 months
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Alice in Chains during the "Sea of Sorrow" photo shoot (1991)
📸Marty Temme
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iyigecelerdeniz · 3 months
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Sakuranın Gerçeği.
Hoş geldin Sakura. Seni diğer yazdıklarımdan ayıran ne? Senin rengin neden gözle görür bir şekilde farklı he? Senin hikayen ne? Söylesene. Sakura haykırsana gerçeğini sen de, desene “acısız hızlı ölümün temsilcisiyim ben” de “mükemmel bir güzelliğe sahibim ben” de, “yaşamı ve ölümü birleştiriyorum” de. “Yanıp tutuşuyorum güzelliğimi gör diye” desene. Söylesene Sakura sen de, ölüm en çok beklediğimiz şeylerden biriyse neden yaşayalım, bi getirsene diline? “Ben biliyorum elbette, çiçeklerimi sizlere her mevsim göstermeye, ama istemem nedeni ise: İnsan ölür ve güçlenir her denediğinde, bırakıp gidenler güzelliği bekleyemeyenler ama bilmeliler, çiçekler daima kendini gösterirler, bırakıp gitmesinler ki ben gibi güzelleşip daha da olgunlaşabilsinler. Sevilsinler, kiraz çiçeği olup mükemmelleşsinler. İnsan bir ben değildir çünkü bir insan içinde binbir ben taşır binbir kiraz çiçeği, binbir Sakura, keşke bi görüp denese ve ölmese yaşamayı bilse…
İyi geceler Deniz’im.
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Darkness you are gentler than my lover.
- Walt Whitman
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xxxmathildaxxx · 1 year
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romantic gothic ballads about breaking up: 👎🏻
romantic gothic ballads about being in love and having an existential crisis because the feeling is too overwhelming: 👍🏻🥀🪦🖤🩸⛓
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violentnewmarley · 3 months
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HEYY PEOPLEE I was super active on here over the summer but haven’t been in a pretty good amount of time. I miss it on here lowkey but am not rlly writing fics anymore. I’m still gonna post pics and I have an idea for one fan-fiction sorta writing but other than that I’m prob just gonna post mood boards and some my poetry/writing. ^_^ maybe I’ll post some Ana stuff cuz tumblr is a good and safer space 2 talk abt those things. Sorry this is so long yall lol if u read it all, thxxxxxxx 💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟💟
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Also what the fuck is this pic help😭
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agothgirlsdiary · 4 months
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Sunny gothic literature 🖊️ 🥀
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jaydhon · 2 years
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bl00dfroma-fairy · 5 days
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jarofalicesgrunge · 24 days
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Alice In Chains ⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊
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joklhops · 8 days
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I met Skunkpig while hiking through the Superstition mountains. Racing the sun to the trailhead before dusk, I heard what I thought was drums and chanting on the wind. I stopped to listen. I'm pretty sure they were going to eat me, but I had water and a field recorder I told them I was interesting using to record their songs.
Whether Skunkpig is the name of their leader or the entire tribe, it's never clear. They all refer to themselves as Skunkpig, but the leader I suspect to be Skunkpig is the only one who ever uses "I," and the lesser tribesmen orbit the great creature like asteroid rings. How many are there? Enough it seems.
Skunkpig eat whatever they can find, but primarily hunt lost hikers. They often toy with people shooting old refrigerators and couches out in the desert. Quietly removing vital car parts, then watching them from afar as they wonder what to shoot to save themselves as the heat does its grim work. They make jewelry, tools, and knives from the guns. They say they have no use for them. They let the sun bring their prey to a useless weakened stupor and pluck whatever they clutch from their tired hands, stepping back before the prey's last gasp so their dry, red-eyes can see their hunter stand before it "stains the sand." People the tribe find shooting cactus are made to drink the acidic water of the barrel cactus until their organs revolt. They have no gods, but they hold sacred the Gila monster for its unyielding bite, the roadrunner for its brazen brutality, the cactus for its efficiency and its fruit, and the night. They respect the sun.
This is the first recording I made of Skunkpig, doing the hunt song "Gila Monster Blood" I've promised to record more of them in exchange for safe passage in their lands.
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simply-sithel · 9 months
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Another book-quet, made for a rainbow lovin' book friend.
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zeeckz · 4 months
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your hand slips, towards my warm body, so careful, repetitively the cloth, delicate, oh, how grateful I am of this gentle touch
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