Razor-winged-butterfly - Mayhem

A concept.

Michael Cunningham, from “The Hours”

hey btw if ur transphobic don’t interact with my blog. we support trans people here

"Some things are too terrible to grasp at once. Other things - naked, sputtering, indelible in their horror - are too terrible to really grasp ever at all. It is only later, in solitude, in memory that the realization dawns: when the ashes are cold; when the mourners have departed; when one looks around and finds oneself - quite to one's surprise - in an entirely different world."

-Donna Tartt; The Secret History

If you don't support the artists, content creators, and sex workers you claim you love so much with tips/purchases or reblogs/retweets, don't be surprised when they stop creating for the internet and their profiles disappear. I've seen it happen to many people over the years who were honestly really creative and cool as fuck, they were discouraged from putting in so much effort and not get enough support. It costs nothing to hit 🔄.

Sometimes it's just you and your unconventional wardrobe against your mental illnesses and neurospiciness.

Friday nights & Clandestines

The world is small when it is limited to your own room

And the thick smoke of his endless cigarettes

And cobwebs on the framed pictures of the lovers time buried/

The furniture is dusty with ashes of my past, but he doesn't mind that

He's okay with the fact

that we'll never last and the passion will wilt away like his cigarettes/

2 A.M. and Loving in adagio

Flesh meshing with mine and our heartbeats synchronised

We dont have to speak to communicate

As every caress is open to interpret

We are in separate wonderlands/

The night is unfurling and I wonder if our obscenity woke up the sun but

I cannot think clear because I am inebriated on the cadence of his voice and my head is on his chest

And I listen to him like I listen to that damned song/

Carefully/ intently/ on repeat

From start to finish.

The soundtrack is coming to an end

And so is his last cigarette

I will lay on his side of the bed and watch him leave

But the smoke will stay

And I won't open any windows

I'd let me suffocate/

I'm a writer before I'm a mistress

Hence I'll write love confessions with the remains of our night

And my fingers in the ashtray

Oh how I envied your cigarettes as they

Kiss your mouth more than I do/

But it's okay, you suck the life out of both of us.

10 inventions created by women.

Lorde // Hop Along, Queen Ansleis // Frank Dicksee // Anne Carson // Lady Bird // Denise Levertov