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getting that august feeling (things that have ended endlessly are ending again)

I just love being a gleaming ray of girly feminine energy 🥰

That feminine urge this, masculine urge that ….

Yeah, okay , cool

But what about the Lunar urge to ritualistically disappear every couple of weeks ?

i could give you the sauce, the ingredients, and the blueprint, yet, you still couldn’t do it like me. tragic.

sad that I’m not living in an enchanted forest

me: *opens messages* guess i’ll reply later narrator: she didnt

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath; August 8th 1952

I have decided that I am incompatible with this reality. Meet me in a parallel universe.

“A taste of you slipped into me like moonlight in a locked church.”

— Janet Lees, ‘Reconsecrated’. Published in The Missing Slate.