them: so why are you so into death magic and morbid, dark aspects of witchcraft?
me: there is a bitter truth in the evanescence of life and languishing charm in the macabre; you cannot know life without touching death with your fingertips. the decay is the melody of soul.
me to me, in my head, truthfully: i am an edge goblin creature and I love being dramatic and looking good in black
isn't sleeping supposed to cure the tired sleepy? and yet
I thought so many things & never said a single one aloud. I choked on such longing I couldn’t spit out. Yes, desire is so different when God bore you hungry. I could have devoured anything and still have been starving.
Yves Olade, Belovéd
You gotta write for funsies sometimes. Everything doesn’t have to be groundbreaking. Like. Who cares if it’s a little silly it is made out of love
I am unfortunately just like other guys. I like trashy horror, dog poems, cannibalism as a metaphor for obsessive devotion, religious imagery, people who use my name in a sentence, academic validation, lying for fun, being bisexual and bleeding out in the snow.
I lied put your clothes back on we're gonna talk about how your monotheistic upbringing has affected your perception of hellenic polytheism without you even realizing it
"gender envy or attraction?" both. i want to be him AND i want to fuck him.
I support women's rights but also women's decades long revenge plots