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Black Current Grl
I’ve eaten pulsars 
for breakfast, Sir. 
I like being alive. 
I’m not the best girl,
But I’ve been called worse.
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tosuka · 2 days
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tosuka · 29 days
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Untitled, Heinz Hajek-Halke, 1928
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Dream Man #atsushisakurai
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tosuka · 1 year
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tosuka · 1 year
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Necromantic
Even dead,
I think of loveliness
Shining
In a world
where angels
go to die
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tosuka · 1 year
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Like the water falling
Like the night opening
None of us can love in the dark
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“My Answer of Love is You.” Embroidery Confessions Iviva Olenick
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“Mother, Should I Trust The Goverment?”
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tosuka · 1 year
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Every person sees the universe differently, when that person dies, it is in fact, a death of an entire universe
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Alice Bloomfield
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tosuka · 1 year
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Omerta
as the wise pirates have said, dead men don’t talk. Neither do women. But that’s common, so lets address the “other” structurural iniquities of degradation.
True, the criminal pathology of cruelty and hate must be supersitious, or a calculated fear of death?
No, that’s far too futuristic: think in more medival ways, ritual ways in the mouth myths ways oral fixation someone will say, someday.
That kind of verbal diarrhea, shit. cut that cult with chemical protocol laced manic salts.
Uno Mano Death Tres. Forgivness is the grievance of the living.
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tosuka · 1 year
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“MACHEATH: A moment of time might make us unhappy forever.”
— John Gay, from Dramatic Works; “The Beggar’s Opera,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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